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"puff!"

Boss Zhou sprayed out the tea.

On the side of the woman's body, she escaped the splash of tea, but her eyes were narrowed.

She doesn't think how funny she is,

and,

Zhou Ze's attitude,

For her,

More like a blasphemy from faith.

At ordinary times or other times, it doesn't matter, because to be honest, the female curator has not shown any real hostility when she confronted Zhou Ze and Wang Ke except that she might have killed the real wax museum owner and the two employees.

Temptation,

Cooperation,

Try again,

Then cooperate.

Trembling,

Like walking on thin ice;

however,

She is not funny,

But Zhou Ze sounds strange.

You guys, work hard and help us do things!

Things are done,

You will reward yourself!

Things cannot be done,

You will punish yourself!

This feeling,

Like when going to kindergarten, the teacher teaches you to applaud yourself.

At that time, you might be very excited,

Now I just feel really bad.

"I'm sorry, I still don't agree to take it out."

Zhou Ze stood up,

In fact, the whole thing was the wishful thinking of the female curator, because they didn't expect that they wanted something from Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze didn't know what it was.

And with the personality of boss Zhou, it is impossible to take the initiative to tell the place where Lu Pingzhi was buried and let them find it by themselves.

Now that I know I have lost something good,

Why don't I pick it up by myself?

The reason for agreeing to drink tea and chat is only because Zhou Ze wants to get more information from the female curator's mouth.

"call…………"

The curator pressed her lips,

In the eyes,

The killing is obvious.

Mud Bodhisattva has to be teased by Zhou Ze to tease him,

Not to mention this woman who can play with ordinary people as a wax figure.

"Ghost difference, you are so determined that you will be an enemy of my family."

The curator of the female patted the palm,

The coffee table shattered directly,

Then the roof position,

Like a large barrel of wax oil pouring down, the walls in the cracks began to slowly infiltrate with pieces of wax oil.

The little boy walked a few steps forward, stood in front of Zhou Ze, and muttered:

"This time, they can't catch me."

Zhou Ze reached out,

Patted the boy on the shoulder,

"You solve her, hit her with the techniques that Lao An taught you, and give me her real body, and the rest, don't worry."

The female curator reached out and touched one of her folded arms, closed her eyes, and her figure began to recede quickly. At the same time, the little boy straightened up!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

A harsh sound of friction sounded,

On the wall,

On the ceiling,

on the floor,

All areas covered by wax oil,

A personal figure came out,

The figure looks similar to the female curator.

They prayed devotedly together,

Singing solemnly together,

It seems to be performing an ancient ritual.

When the little boy was about to catch up with the female curator,

All the wax figures screamed together:

"Turn the clouds!"

In an instant,

More than a dozen black chains emerged from the ground again!

The little boy's eyes narrowed and his figure slowed significantly.

"I told you to leave it alone!"

Zhou Ze shouted behind him,

Simultaneously,

Boss Zhou's hands and fingers grew,

Shouted:

"coffee!"

A dozen chains that have just been summoned by wax figures,

Suddenly it seemed to be out of control,

Began to sway aimlessly,

But just don't greet the little boy.

And at this time,

The little boy has already caught the retreating female curator,

When the other party turned into wax oil to escape,

A magic trick blasted out!

"boom!"

The female curator's body was reshaped in the distance, but this time her wax figure almost collapsed in half, and even her nose and eyes looked a bit misaligned, as if the facelift failed.

perhaps,

Compared to being attacked again,

She was even more surprised,

It was the dozen or so chains that suddenly lost control!

In the end,

Why?

She still didn't go to Zhou Ze's identity to doubt,

She could not think in that direction,

Although she always talks about piety when she talks about the Lord of the Clan,

But this does not mean that she really believes that the great existence will exist,

And it will be deposited in the body of this ghost.

Ye Gonghaolong,

It would be better.

At this time,

Two employees ran in. After they saw it,

Knelt down immediately

Hands cling to the ground.

Zhou Ze glanced past,

Hands pointed at them,

Gently hold!

"newspaper!"

More than a dozen chains were drawn horizontally in an instant!

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two crisp sounds,

The wax figures of the two employees burst immediately,

Two black lights and shadows blasted out.

This is to completely break their disguise and reveal their true bodies.

In the air, they heard screams from them.

Originally they used the trick to defeat the enemy,

Why would they attack them in reverse?

The little boy looked at the chains and Zhou Ze again,

Smiled,

Continue to rush towards the female curator.

The curator didn’t even think about going to deal with the zombie head-on,

Because she knows clearly, don’t look at him small,

But if you want to really solve him,

It's really hard.

Even if you leave him motionless in front of you and want to kill him, it will take a lot of effort and may not even succeed.

This big zombie,

It is the existence of headaches even the gods.

Against this guy,

Can't resist,

Can only choose to suppress!

"In my name, call the saints of the tribe to come!"

For a while,

All the wax figures in the wax museum started calling.

"The dust accumulated in the bones will eventually be wiped out!

The loneliness that has settled over the years is bound to end!

The turbulent waves of the Nether will surely rise again! "

Ancient chants,

With a special rhythm,

Zhou Ze's eyes kept looking around,

To be honest,

He was really worried,

Worried about what that person in his body had left for this group of people.

If this iron fool is like what kind of killer was rewarded,

To kill myself in the end,

Isn’t it funny?

unfortunately,

Now the hook is still asleep,

Unable to wake up,

Temporarily unable to communicate,

Or,

There is no way to spoil Zhou Ze in advance.

So,

Boss Zhou was really flustered,

At the same time, I feel a bit ridiculous,

Lao Tzu is scaring himself this time!

"Buzz!"

A low voice suddenly sounded,

An old man figure appeared in the wax oil,

"What alarmed the holy weapon!"

"Take the enemy of my family, take what my family needs!"

The curator shouted while being chased by the little boy.

"can."

The wax figure of the old man dissipated again.

For a while,

The wax oil on the ground began to boil,

The entire wax museum looks like a huge urn,

Inside is boiling oil!

The wax oil starts to condense,

Step by step, out of shape,

Followed by bones,

It seems that countless dead souls are roaring, even after death, they are not reconciled!

All in all with a terrible appearance,

No matter how fierce it was during his lifetime,

The throne was eventually killed by beheading!

Throne of Bone,

it's here,

Cohesion!

This is not true,

This is definitely not true,

This may just be a ghost image of the Bone Throne,

But this coercion,

It is extremely scary!

Even more than the original Haechi avatar came down,

More powerful!

"Yinji orderly, ruthless ruthless, broken!"

The little boy grabbed the female curator again,

A spell hit the past,

The curator made a scream,

This time,

She left only a vague figure,

Four or four black qi radiated from her,

Obviously, even the real body was blasted out, and the damage was not light.

But at this moment she did not panic at all,

But barely raised his hand,

Shouted:

"In the name of the throne, the enemy of my family!"

next moment,

The girl curator's gaze went directly to the little boy.

"Click!"

The throne trembled,

Even the senran bones underneath tremble together.

The little boy didn't feel anything at first,

The next second the whole person was slammed to the ground,

"boom!"

He smashed a hole in the ground,

then,

He started to be wrapped up by a force of terror,

Drag to the bone throne made of wax figures!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!!!"

The little boy shouted desperately,

Hands waving wildly,

He struggled hysterically,

The nails left a gully on the ground,

But in any case rebellion,

But still unable to stop himself from being dragged to the bottom of the throne a little bit!

Fear struck,

Almost to crush his mind,

As if the horn of the end had already sounded in his ears,

Even if it is him,

Once pulled under that throne,

It will eventually be lost!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!!!"

Survival instinct,

Let him show a terrible,

But this struggle,

But it was even more pale and powerless.

The bones under the throne reached out and began to drag the boy's ankle,

They are greeting him,

Greet another companion who will accompany them for eternity and do not know how many years later.

"In the old days, the master of my family was in charge of the sea of ​​nether world,

Great hell,

Do not submit!

The ancestors of my tribe received the glorious glory,

Guard the Bone Throne for my Lord! "

Speaking,

The curator looked at Zhou Ze on the other side,

"Below, it's your turn. I said that you will regret your previous decision!"

The female curator saw the change in Zhou Ze's complexion,

She thinks Zhou Ze is afraid,

Especially after seeing little zombies,

He must be afraid,

And regret that the intestines are all green,

but,

That's too late!

"In the name of the throne, the enemy of my family!"

The female curator started with Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze began to walk slowly to the throne,

Ok?

Have you admit your fate?

The curator thought,

The two shadows wandering in the air thought so.

The courage was overwhelmed by the momentum of the throne,

Did you choose to give up?

Zhou Ze walked to the throne,

Before the countless bones below were beckoning to him, trying to drag him in and being suppressed together!

They complain,

They hate,

Even for thousands of years,

It cannot be erased!

So they hope more people will accompany them,

Suffering with them,

Let's endure this ancient tribulation together!

however,

When Zhou Ze's feet really stepped on the steps,

The bones shining fierce flames on the side facing him suddenly muttered,

Then he started to go back like a ghost,

shouting,

Scream,

fear,

terror!

And when Zhou Ze continued to step up,

Originally still dragging the little boy almost to drag most of his body into the bones on the other side of the throne,

And immediately let go of the group,

All started to cry and howl wolf!

They are afraid,

They are panicking,

At this moment,

They recalled the fear of being dominated that year!

The female curator on the side is so dumb,

Her brain,

I can't understand the scene in front of me!

The two employees above directly reveal the truth, a male and a female with two horns on their heads.

Zhou Ze stepped on the bone,

All the way up,

To the end,

He stood before the throne.

"woo woo woo woo!!!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The bones under the throne began to struggle hard,

Not reconciled, not admitting fate, or relying on instinct.

Zhou Ze turned around,

With his back to the throne,

then,

Sit slowly.

In an instant,

All the bones under the throne are collectively silent,

It looks like petrified instantly,

No one dares to be extravagant!

Petrified together,

There are three female curators.

The face of life and death just now, facing the little boy in eternal disaster, raised his head,

Looking at the figure above,

this moment,

He just thinks he,

Incomparably great shore.

Simultaneously,

This scene reminded him of the wax figure he saw in the back room horror wax museum.

The shadow of the two,

As if at this time overlapped.

The little boy vaguely remembered his doubts at the time:

"who is he?"

"do not know."

When Zhou Ze's hands fell naturally on the seat,

Wax Museum, which was just as hustle and bustle as fire,

In an instant,

Falling into the dead silence of needle fall!

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

Enjoying this feeling,

a long time,

He opened his eyes slowly,

Looked at the three female curators standing in the distance;

The three female curators fell into **** in an instant, as if being stared by a real demon!

They started running subconsciously ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ what task,

What is Lu Ping,

What goal,

They ignored it and dared not think about it.

Their worldview has been completely subverted,

Do not,

to be exact,

They saw enough pictures to make their spiritual beliefs subverted!

a lot of things,

They dare not think about it,

Really dare not think about it.

They dare to run now,

Subconsciously escape!

Their family pays homage to this bone throne for some years,

Within generations, the legends and stories about the master are passed down from generation to generation,

But they may have long forgotten,

Are they enshrining the man sitting on the throne,

Or is it just consecrating this throne!

run,

run,

Run quickly,

Have to run,

The devil has opened his mouth,

They must run!

Run back,

Fled back to the tribe,

Go and report the matter here!

The funny thing is,

Someone obviously took the throne,

Their first reaction was not to bow down and worship, willing to surrender,

But panic,

It seems that the most important thing is stolen!

The female curator is very fast,

The other two are not slow,

In an instant,

They ran to the gate of the wax museum.

And at this moment,

The man on the throne slowly raised his hand,

Lightly:

"Gift the seat!"

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