Chapter 553 (1/2)
”Poof!”
Boss Zhou sprayed out the tea.
On one side of her body, she dodged the splashing tea, but her eyes narrowed.
She doesn't think her words are funny,
moreover,
Zhou Ze's attitude,
for her,
is more like a blasphemy from faith.
Usually or other times, it doesn't matter, because to be honest, except for the fact that the female curator may have killed the real owner and two employees of the wax museum, she never showed real hostility to Zhou Ze and Wang Ke.
Probe,
cooperate,
re probe,
re cooperate.
Trembling,
walking on thin ice;
however,
she doesn't think it's funny,
but Zhou Ze is full of strange sounds.
Young man, how are you doing? Help us!
When it's done,
you will reward yourself!
If you can't do something,
you will punish yourself!
In this sense,
when you are in kindergarten, the teacher teaches you to applaud yourself.
At that time, you may have been very energetic, and now you just think it's really bad.
”I'm sorry, but I still don't agree to take it out.”
Zhou Ze stands up and
in fact, the whole thing is the wishful thinking of female curators, because they didn't think of what they wanted from Zhou Ze, and Zhou Ze didn't know what it was.
With Zhou's character, it's impossible to tell Lu Pingping where he was buried and let them find it by themselves.
Now that I know that I have left something good,
why don't I pick it up by myself?
The reason why he agreed to drink tea and chat was that Zhou Ze wanted to extract more information from the female Curator's mouth.
”Whoo...”
The female curator pursed her lips, and her eyes were obviously killed.
Mud Bodhisattvas have to be teased by Zhou Ze twice to get angry,
let alone this woman who can make wax figures of ordinary people.
”Master Guichai, you are determined to be the enemy of our family.”
When the female curator claps her palm,
the tea table breaks directly,
then the roof is located,
it seems that there is a big barrel of wax oil pouring down, and on the wall in the gap, there is a piece of wax oil slowly infiltrating in.
The little boy walked forward a few steps, stood in front of Zhou Ze, and muttered:
”this time, they couldn't catch me.”
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand,
patted the little boy on the shoulder,
”you solve her, beat her with the technique taught by Lao an, and beat her real body to me. Don't worry about the rest.”
The female curator reached out and touched one of her folded arms, closed her eyes, and her figure began to retreat quickly. At the same time, the little boy directly connected with it!
”Wow!”
”Wow!”
There was a sharp friction sound,
on the wall,
on the ceiling,
on the floor,
all the areas covered by wax oil,
all of them had a personal shadow,
the length of the figure was seven or eight points similar to that of the female curator.
They kowtow devoutly 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 figures shouted together:
”the clouds!”
In a flash,
a dozen black chains came out of the ground again!
As soon as the little boy's eyes set, his figure slowed down obviously.
”I told you not to mind!”
At the same time,
boss Zhou's fingernails grow out,
low drink:
”coffee!”
A dozen chains that have just been summoned by wax figures suddenly seem to be out of control,
begin to swing aimlessly,
but do not greet the little boy.
At this time,
the little boy has already caught the female curator in the retreat,
when the other party turns into wax oil and is ready to escape,
a trick blows out!
”Bang!”
The female Curator's body was remodeled in the distance, but this time her wax figure almost collapsed in half, even her nose and eyes looked a little misplaced, like a failed plastic surgery.Perhaps,
compared with being attacked again,
surprised her even more. It was that more than ten chains suddenly lost control!
In the end,
why?
She still didn't doubt Zhou Ze's identity, and she couldn't think in that direction,
although she always talked about the leader of a family with a devout face,
but that doesn't mean that she really believed that the great existence would exist,
and would be sent to the body of the ghost in front of her.
Ye gonghaolong,
no different.
At this time,
two employees ran in. When they saw the situation,
knelt down immediately, and
their hands were close to the ground.
Zhou Ze glanced at them,
his hands pointed at them,
he held them gently!
”Newspaper!”
More than ten chains were pulled across in a flash!
”Pa!”
”Pa!”
There were two crackles,
the wax figures of the two employees immediately exploded,
two black lights and shadows burst out.
This is to completely break their camouflage and reveal their true bodies.
In the middle of the air, I heard the screams from them.
Why did they attack them in turn when they used the move of conquering the enemy?
The little boy looked at the chains, looked at Zhou Ze again,
smiled,
continued to rush to the female curator.
The female curator didn't even want to deal with the zombie head-on,
because she knows that, despite his small size,
but if you want to really solve him,
it's really difficult.
Even if you leave him motionless in front of you and want to kill him, it will take a lot of effort, or even not necessarily succeed.
This kind of big zombie,
is the existence of even gods' headache.
Against this kind of guy,
can't resist hard,
can only choose to suppress!
”In my name, call for the coming of the holy vessels in the family!”
For a while,
all the wax figures in the wax museum began to call.
”The dust accumulated by the white bones will eventually be wiped away!
The loneliness of the years will surely end!
The tempestuous waves of the netherworld will surely rise again! ”
The ancient chanting,
with a special rhythm,
Zhou Ze kept looking around,
to be honest,
he was really worried,
he was worried about what he had left behind to the people in his body.
If Tiehan rewards some big killers in those years, he will kill himself in the end. Isn't it funny?
Unfortunately,
now yinggou is still sleeping,
can't wake up,
can't communicate temporarily,
or,
can't give Zhou Ze a complete play in advance.
Therefore,
boss Zhou was really flustered,
at the same time, he thought it was absurd,
this time, I really scared myself!
”Hum!”
A low voice suddenly sounded, and an old man appeared in the wax oil
”Keep our enemies in check and take what we need!”
Cried the woman curator as he was chased and beaten by the little boy.
”Yes.”
The old wax figure dissipated again.
For a while, the wax oil on the ground began to boil, the whole wax museum looked like a huge urn, and the oil inside was boiling!
The wax oil began to condense, which was shaped by steps,
followed by a lot of white bones,
as if countless dead souls were roaring, even after death, they were not willing!
No matter how fierce they were in their lives,
they were killed and tired of the throne!
The white bone throne,
here,
agglomerates!
It's not true,
it's certainly not true,