Chapter 549

"Poof!"

Boss Zhou sprayed the tea out.

On one side of the woman's body, she dodged the splashing tea, but her eyes had narrowed.

She didn't think her words were funny,

and,

Zhou Ze's attitude,

For her,

It's more like a kind of blasphemy from faith.

At ordinary times or other times, it doesn't matter, because to be honest, the female curator has never shown real hostility to Zhou Ze and Wang Ke, except that she may have killed the real wax museum owner and two employees.

Trial

Cooperation

Try again

Cooperate again.

trembling with fear,

to be very careful;

However,

She doesn't think it's funny,

But Zhou Ze sounded strange.

Young man, you are easy to do. Help us!

Things are done,

You will reward yourself!

Things can't be done,

You will punish yourself!

This feeling,

It's like when you go to kindergarten, the teacher teaches you to applaud yourself.

At that time, you may be very angry,

Now I just think it's really cool.

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

Zhou Ze stood up,

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

And with boss Zhou's character, it is impossible to take the initiative to say where Lu Pingping was buried and let them find it by themselves.

Now that I know I've lost something good,

Why don't I pick it up by myself?

The reason why he promised to drink tea and chat was that Zhou Ze wanted to get more information from the female curator.

"Hoo............."

The curator pursed her lips,

In my eyes,

The killing is obvious.

The mud Bodhisattva had to be teased out by Zhou Ze twice,

Not to mention this woman who can make wax statues of ordinary people.

"Master ghost, you are determined to be the enemy of our family."

The curator patted her palm,

The tea table breaks directly,

Rear roof position,

It was like a bucket of wax oil pouring down, and pieces of wax oil began to slowly infiltrate the wall in the gap.

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

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

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand,

Patted the little boy on the shoulder,

"You solve her, hit her with the skill taught by Lao an, and hit her real body for me. Don't worry about the rest."

The female curator reached out and touched her broken arm, closed her eyes, and her body began to retreat quickly. At the same time, the little boy directly connected it!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

A harsh friction sound sounded,

On the wall,

On the ceiling,

On the floor,

For areas covered by wax oil,

All of them showed a figure,

The figure looks like a female curator.

They kowtow piously together,

Sing solemnly together,

It seems that an ancient ceremony is going on.

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

All the wax statues shouted together:

"Over the clouds!"

instant,

A dozen black chains burst out of the ground again!

The little boy's eyes coagulated and his body slowed down significantly.

"I told you to leave it alone!"

Zhou Ze shouted behind him,

At the same time,

Boss Zhou has fingernails on his hands,

Low drink:

"Coffee!"

A dozen chains that have just been summoned by the wax statues,

Suddenly, it seemed to lose control,

Began to sway aimlessly,

But just don't say hello to the little boy.

At this time,

The little boy has caught the female curator in retreat,

When the other party turns into wax oil and is ready to escape,

A spell blew out!

"Bang!"

The female Curator's body was reshaped in the distance, but this time her wax figure almost collapsed, and even her nose and eyes looked a little misplaced, as if cosmetic surgery had failed.

Maybe,

Compared with being attacked again,

What surprised her even more,

It was the dozen chains that suddenly lost control!

In the end,

Why?

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

She can't think in that direction,

Although she always looks pious when talking about the head of the clan,

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

And it will be stored in the body of the ghost in front of you.

lord ye who claimed to be fond of dragons was scared out of his wits when a real one appeared,

It's true.

At this time,

Two employees ran in, and when they saw it,

Immediately knelt down,

Keep your hands close to the ground.

Zhou Ze glanced at the past,

His hands pointed at them,

A gentle grip!

"Newspaper!"

More than ten chains were pulled across in an instant!

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

Two crisp sounds,

The wax statues of the two employees burst immediately,

Two black lights shot out.

This completely broke their disguise and revealed their true bodies.

In midair, I heard the screams from them.

Originally, they used the move of defeating the enemy,

Why attack them in turn?

The little boy looked at these chains and Zhou Ze,

Smiled,

Continue to rush to the female curator.

The female curator never thought about dealing with the zombie head-on,

Because she knows, although he is small,

But if you really want to solve him,

It's really difficult.

Even if you throw him in front of you and don't move, it will take a lot of effort to kill him, and it may not even succeed.

This big zombie,

It is the existence that even immortals have headaches.

Dealing with this kind of guy,

Unable to resist hard,

You can only choose to suppress!

"In my name, call for the coming of sacred vessels in the family!"

For a time,

All the wax statues in the wax museum began to call.

"The dust accumulated by bones will eventually be wiped away!

The loneliness precipitated by years is bound to end!

The surge of the netherworld waves will surely rise again! "

Ancient singing,

With a special rhythm,

Zhou Ze kept looking around,

honestly,

He was really worried,

I'm worried about what the person in my body left behind for this family.

If tie Hanhan had rewarded something like a big killer,

In the end, kill yourself again,

Isn't that funny?

Unfortunately,

Now yinggou is still sleeping,

Unable to wake up,

Temporarily unable to communicate,

In other words,

There is no way to advance spoilers for Zhou Ze.

Therefore,

Boss Zhou was really a little flustered,

At the same time, I feel a little ridiculous,

I'm really scaring myself this time!

"Hum!"

A low voice suddenly sounded,

An old man appeared in the wax oil,

"What happened to the sacred vessel!"

"Stop our enemies and take what we need!"

The female curator shouted while being chased and beaten by the little boy.

"Yes."

The wax figure of the old man dissipated again.

For a time,

The wax oil on the ground began to boil,

The whole wax museum is like a huge urn,

Inside is boiling oil!

The wax oil began to condense,

Shaped by layers of steps,

Then there are many bones,

It seems that countless dead souls are roaring, even after death, they are unwilling!

Everything with a ferocious face,

No matter how ferocious he was,

Finally, they were killed and tired of the throne!

White bone throne,

here

Cohesion!

It is not true.

This is definitely not true,

This may just be an empty shadow of the white bone throne,

But this pressure,

But extremely terrible!

Even more than when the insects came separately,

Even more powerful!

"Yin Si is orderly, the death law is ruthless, broken!"

The little boy caught the curator again,

A magic blow past,

The curator let out a scream,

This time,

She was left with only a vague figure,

Four four black gas emanated from her,

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

But at this time, she was not in the slightest panic,

But reluctantly raised his hand,

Low drink:

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

The next moment,

The curator's eyes swept directly at the little boy.

"Click!"

The throne trembled,

Along with the dark bones under it, they trembled.

The little boy didn't feel anything at first,

The next second, the whole person was suddenly thrown to the ground,

"Bang!"

He made a hole in the ground,

then,

His whole body began to be coerced by a terrible force,

Dragged to the white bone Throne made of wax statue!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!"

The little boy roared desperately,

Waving his hands crazily,

He was struggling hysterically,

The nails left ravines on the ground,

But no matter how you resist,

But still can't stop myself being dragged to the bottom of the throne a little bit!

Fear strikes,

Almost crushed his mind,

As if the horn of doom had sounded in his ear,

Even if it's him,

Once pulled under the throne,

It will be doomed!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!"

Survival instinct,

Let him show his ferocity,

But this struggle,

But it showed a pallor and weakness.

The white bone under the throne stretched out his hand and began to drag the little boy's ankle,

They are greeting him,

Welcome another companion who will accompany them to be suppressed forever after a long time.

"In the past, the master of our family took charge of the sea of the nether world,

Such a hell,

All surrender!

Our ancestors received amazing glory,

Guard the white bone throne for my Lord! "

Say,

The female curator looked at Zhou Ze on the other side,

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

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

She thought Zhou Ze was afraid,

Especially after seeing such a situation as a little zombie,

He must be afraid,

And I regret that my intestines are blue,

However,

It's too late!

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

The female curator attacked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze began to walk slowly towards the throne,

Huh?

Have you accepted your fate?

The female curator thought,

Two wandering shadows in the air thought so.

Courage was crushed by the momentum of the throne,

Did you choose to give up?

Zhou Ze came to the throne,

Before, countless white bones below were waving to him, trying to drag him in and be suppressed together!

They complain,

They hate,

Even for thousands of years,

Nor can it be erased!

So they hope to have more people to accompany them,

Suffer with them,

Bear this eternal suffering together!

However,

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

Those white bones who were facing him with monstrous flames suddenly shut up,

Then he began to retreat frantically as if he had seen a ghost,

cry,

Scream,

fear,

Terror!

And when Zhou Ze continued to step up the steps,

Originally, he was still dragging the little boy, almost dragging most of his body into the white bones on the other side at the lower end of the throne,

And immediately spread their hands collectively,

All started crying and Howling!

They are afraid,

They are panicking,

this moment,

They recalled the fear of being dominated in those days!

The female curator on one side was even dumbfounded,

Her brain,

I can't understand this scene at all!

The two employees above showed their true colors directly, a man and a woman, two evil spirits with horns on their heads.

Zhou Ze's feet are on white bones,

All the way up,

In the end,

He stood before the throne.

"Woo woo!!!"

"Ah ah!!!!"

The white bones under the throne began to struggle,

Unwilling, disobedient, or relying on instinct.

Zhou Ze turned around,

Back to the throne,

then,

He sat down slowly.

instant,

All the bones under the throne were silent,

Like instant petrification,

No one dares to be presumptuous again!

Petrified together,

There are also three female curators.

The little boy who has just experienced the line of life and death and faced the eternal disaster, looks up,

Looking at the figure above,

At this moment,

He just felt that he,

Incomparable greatness.

At the same time,

This scene reminded him of the wax statue he had seen in the horror wax museum in the inner room before,

The shadow of both,

It seems to overlap at this time.

The little boy vaguely remembered his question at that time:

"Who is he?"

"No."

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

The wax museum, which was just as noisy as cooking oil,

In an instant,

Fell into a dead silence when the needle fell!

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

Enjoying this feeling,

long time,

He slowly opened his eyes,

Looking at the three female curators standing in the distance;

The three female curators instantly fell into hell, as if they were stared at by the real devil!

They subconsciously began to run,

What task,

What is Lu Pingzhi,

What goal,

They ignored it and dared not think about it.

Their world views have been completely overturned,

no

To be exact,

They saw enough pictures that their spiritual beliefs were subverted!

A lot of things,

They dare not think,

I really dare not think.

They only dare to run now,

Subconsciously escape!

Their family worshiped and worshipped the white bone throne for many years,

Legends and stories about the master have been passed down from generation to generation within the clan,

But they may have long forgotten,

Are they worshiping the man sitting on the throne,

Or is it just dedicated to this throne!

Run,

Run,

Run quickly,

You have to run,

The devil has opened his mouth,

They must run!

Escape back,

Flee back to the clan,

Go and report the matter here!

Ironically,

It's clear that someone has sat on the throne,

Their first reaction was not to worship and be willing to submit,

But panic,

It seems that the most important thing has been stolen!

The female curator is very fast,

The other two are not slow,

instant,

They ran to the gate of the wax museum.

And at this time,

The man on the throne slowly raised his hand,

Soft channel:

"Give me a seat!"