Huo Dongling hurried into the bathroom, but as soon as he entered, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted immediately.
The peach blossom amulet I carried with me also had one corner blackened.
When she woke up again, Huo Dongling found that she was tied to a pillar. The surrounding space was very large and filled with different wax figures. These wax figures had one thing in common, that is, they had no eyes, only two empty holes, which made them look particularly strange.
Weird.
There is a workbench not far away, with a man with his head lowered and a thin figure, his hair is a little long, covering his eyebrows, and he is busy with his hands.
Huo Dongling's heart was beating wildly and she shouted to the man: "Who are you? Where are you? Did you capture me?"
The man ignored her. After a while, he raised his head.
This man's name is Wang Wenzhe. He is the owner of this wax museum and is deeply obsessed with making wax figures.
Wang Wenzhe finally put down the tools in his hands, stood up tremblingly, and then slowly walked towards Huo Dongling, stretched out his hand, and praised from a certain distance: "You are so beautiful, you are so energetic and spiritual.
The beauty of.”
If someone usually praised her like this, the little princess would definitely be a little happy even if she didn't show it on the surface.
But at this moment, this place was wrong, and neither was the person in front of me.
Huo Dongling's heart beat faster, her head kept moving back, trying her best to avoid the other person's outstretched hand, and shouted: "Who are you? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"
Wang Wenzhe ignored her words and continued: "To the ordinary people outside, the wax statue is just a dead thing. But they don't understand at all that the wax statue is also flesh and blood, it is real, and it can breathe. They don't believe it.
As for me, I would definitely make a living wax figure."
At this point, Wang Wenzhe slowly withdrew his hand, with admiration in his eyes: "A lively little girl like you, beautiful and delicate, should be preserved for a long time. Only a wax statue can preserve your beauty for a long time.
, I haven’t encountered a sacrifice as touching as yours in a long time.”
Huo Dongling's scalp was numb and he threatened sternly: "I'm warning you, my dad is Huo Yuquan. If you dare to touch me, my dad will never let you go."
Huo Yuquan, the leader of the wealthy Huo family, is a frequent cover figure in financial magazines.
"He can't find you, no one will find you here." Wang Wenzhe didn't care.
"I'm an Internet celebrity. Many people know me. And I'm still recording a show. It's a live broadcast. Soon someone will know that I'm missing in your wax museum. You can't escape." Huo Dongling was very anxious.
But he will never admit defeat.
Wang Wenzhe shook his head: "Little girl, you are still too naive, it is useless, not to mention it is exciting. The more people there are, the more interesting it is."
"Don't be complacent. Even if they can't do anything to you, my friend Lu Xi will definitely find me." Huo Dongling played out his last trump card.
"Are you talking about her?" Wang Wenzhe handed over a mobile phone, and the surveillance screen on the mobile phone was clearly Lu Xi.
"You..." Huo Dongling's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.
Before she could finish speaking, Wang Wenzhe looked at the surveillance camera on his mobile phone with a bit of obsession: "A beauty like her who is perfect and has no flaws is truly blessed."
Having said this, he paused, raised his head, and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, she will be with you soon."
Huo Dongling's heart pounded and she sank to the bottom. Her hands and feet struggled hard, but they were tied tighter: "What do you want to do? You are not allowed to touch her..."
Wang Wenzhe looked at the empty place and gave a brief order: "Go and bring the person."
The air moved, and only a blurry red shadow left.
Lu Xi looked away from the surveillance camera in the upper right corner, looking for the voice calling for help.
Soon he came to a wax statue.
The wax figure looks like a young man, of medium height, medium build, ordinary appearance, not very eye-catching. If you throw it into the crowd, you can find a lot of similar people at any time.
The only difference is that the wax figure of this young man has a happy smile on his face, but his eyes and pupils are full of fear.
The two emotions of excitement and fear are intertwined, making the expression of this wax figure particularly weird.
At first glance, you will feel that he is very real, as if the person in front of you is not a wax figure, but a living person.
But at the second glance, you will feel that he is too real, the smile of the wax figure is twisted, and the eyes of the wax figure are staring at you tightly, he is asking for help.
The wax figure in front of me is so lifelike that you can even see the texture of the facial skin.
The more real it is, the less expression there is on Lu Xi’s face.
"You are asking me for help, who are you?" Lu Xi asked.
The photographer following behind her was confused and didn't understand why she was talking to herself. There was obviously no one else around except the two of them, but she subconsciously felt a little cold on her back and couldn't help but close her clothes.
"Master, save me." Inside the wax figure, the ghost who had been imprisoned for several years could not help but reach out to her, trying to grasp this only hope.
This ghost's name is Yuan Jun, a native of Beijing. He was originally a staff member of a wax museum. He disappeared within a few days of going to work.
The family called the police, and the police also came to the wax museum to check.
Surveillance surveillance showed that on the day Yuan Jun disappeared, he left the wax museum normally during off-duty hours, and then disappeared.
In other words, Yuan Jun's disappearance has nothing to do with the wax museum.
After several investigations, the police found no clues.
Five or six years have passed, and even Yuan Jun's family has given up any hope and only thinks that something happened to him somewhere unknown.
But little did he know that not only had something happened to Yuan Jun, but his soul was also in trouble.
"He is a madman. I was drugged by him. When I woke up, my soul had been extracted from my body. I could only watch helplessly as my body was used as a mold and covered with plaster.
The liquid was sealed with thick plaster. After the wax figure was finally made, the madman still refused to let me go. He put my soul into the wax figure, then cut off the skin of my body and put it on the wax figure.
." The more Yuan Jun spoke, the more excited and desperate his voice became.
The wax figure that trapped his soul moved slightly, and those fearful eyes became darker and more real.
After learning the truth, Lu Xi turned to look at the photographer beside him and uttered two words: "Call the police."
"Ah? Ah!" The photographer opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak properly. He listened to her voice like a wooden person, took out his mobile phone and called the police directly.
Just then, a voice came from behind.
Huo Dongling quickly ran towards Luxi: "Luxi, I just saw a wax figure over there. It was a bit weird. Please accompany me..."
Before she finished speaking, Lu Xi reached out and pinched her neck with his long and powerful fingers. His voice was as cold as an ice blade: "Where is she?"
'Huo Dongling' was unable to breathe, so he pulled her palms with both hands and said with difficulty: "Lu Xi, who is she? What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"
Lu Xi sneered at this pretense: "Painted Skin Ghost, your behavior is not enough in front of me. Should you say it or not?"
Lu Xi waved his hand, and the person who looked like Huo Dongling in front of him suddenly changed his face. He still had a beautiful face, charming and gorgeous, like a blooming peony, so beautiful that it seduces the soul.
Painted-skin ghosts have thousands of images, kill people, take their skins, and replace them with their skins. They can use illusions and can temporarily transform into another person, which ordinary people cannot recognize.
After the Painted Skin Ghost's true identity was revealed, he stopped pretending and smiled sweetly: "Young girl has really good eyesight, but I am also controlled by others and cannot tell the truth. Instead of wasting time here with me, I don't know which one can wait."
"
"You're threatening me." Lu Xi used strength in his hands, but his voice was neither urgent nor slow.
The white and tender swan neck under his hand was twisted little by little and bent into an incredible arc. It would have died in a real person, but this painted ghost could still laugh.
"The slave family doesn't want to help the tyrant, but he is manipulated by others. It's not that the slave family doesn't want to help the girl, it's because he is powerless." The painted-skinned ghost smiled with tears in his face. His life and deeds were all superficial, but in the end he was just a miserable man.
The photographer was just an ordinary person. He was shocked and dumbfounded at this moment, but he still couldn't help showing sympathy.
Lu Xi smiled slightly: "Since he is a useless person, he is not worth wasting my words."
As he spoke, a thunder talisman appeared in his hand. Under the thunder, his soul flew away and he ascended to bliss.
"Wait a minute." The Painted Skin Ghost ignored the pretense and quickly called a timeout.
Having lived for hundreds of years, Painted Skin Ghost knows very well that women are soft-hearted, but who would have expected that he would meet a hard-hearted one today.
Lu Xi's movements didn't stop, and the Thunder Talisman was about to hit the Painted Skin Ghost.
Painted Skin Ghost shouted: "I know where she is."
"Lead the way." Lu Xi let go.
Painted Skin Ghost's neck has been bent at ninety degrees, and it still has the peony-like charm it had before.
But she didn't dare to make other small moves and led the way honestly.
Go upstairs, and the second floor is next to the largest workshop inside. As soon as you get closer, the door opens.
Seeing that the painted-skinned ghost was under the control of others, Lu Xi had already come to the door. Wang Wenzhe's face did not change, and he stretched out his hand to stop: "The private workshop is not open to the public."
Lu Xi was not here to talk nonsense, nor was he here to listen to how he was stalling for time. He directly clenched his hands into fists, and several wax statues placed in the corridor were smashed one after another with one punch.
Wang Wenzhe's expression changed, he was anxious and angry, and he immediately stepped forward to stop him: "What are you doing? Do you know how precious these wax figures are?"
Lu Xi sneered, raised his foot and kicked the person, flying two meters high and three meters away in a parabolic arc shape.
The photographer was dumbfounded. The camera he held subconsciously recorded this real kicking scene without missing a beat. It was not a special effect or a wire.
Lu Xi walked straight in. As soon as she walked in, a figure came towards her and then passed directly through her body.
Huo Dongling looked at his hands and feet in astonishment, looked at Lu Xi with a slumped mouth, and immediately burst into tears: "Lu Xi, I'm dead, I really turned into a ghost, you must avenge me, that turtle outside."
My son hurt me."
Lu Xi looked at her dumbfounded and consoled her: "You are not dead, and you are not a ghost now. It's just that your soul has left your body, and it will be fine if your soul returns to your body."
Huo Dongling's crying stopped suddenly and she cried out: "Really?"
Lu Xi nodded solemnly: "I promise."
Huo Dongling burst into tears and laughed. The corners of his mouth just raised when he thought of something and suddenly became anxious: "My body, that turtle is going to throw my body into the plaster liquid. I don't want to be so dirty."
Lu Xi followed her line of sight and saw Huo Dongling's body leaning from a platform, with a lot of gypsum liquid underneath.
Seeing this, Lu Xi jumped up, flew directly over, hugged Huo Dongling's body, turned around a few times, and landed on the ground.
"Don't worry, it's okay." After Lu Xi finished speaking, he met a pair of shining star eyes.
Huo Dongling held her face in her hands, her face flushed, and she watched eagerly as Princess Luxi hugged her body, rounding off her body, just to give her a princess hug.
The more he looked, the redder his face became.
The more I look at it, the more I think about it.
Lu Xi coughed lightly: "Your body has been taken back. Now I'd better help you put your living soul into your body. It's not good for the living soul to be separated from the body for too long."
Huo Dongling's mind wandered, and he automatically responded: "Okay."
Lu Xi had no choice but to put her body aside, pinched her finger, and said: "Heaven and spirit are united, my soul is at peace, go home!"
Huo Dongling only felt a dazzling moment, and his body went from being light to a little heavy. When he opened his eyes again, he had changed from standing to lying down.
She subconsciously raised her hands, and then hugged Lu Xi's thighs. This time she really hugged her thighs.
Huo Dongling was overjoyed and climbed up excitedly. She hugged her arms instead of her thighs and jumped up and down: "I'm alive again."
Lu Xi was forced to follow her and moved a few times.
After the excitement passed, Huo Dongling began to get angry: "Where is that turtle son? If I don't beat him until his face turns red, he doesn't know that Huo Dongling, my Huo, is not so easy to write."
Lu Xi pointed outside the door.
Huo Dongling rushed out angrily, and soon a voice sounded outside the door: "Bitch, today you will die or I will live. I will fight with you."
The little princess had never suffered such grievances before. She went into a rage. She flew up and sat on Wang Wenzhe, who was still seriously injured. She raised her hands and started working from left to right, grabbing and pinching. Every time she struck, she never failed. She screamed one after another.
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When the police arrived, the man was already dying, his face was covered with scratches and bruises, and he was no longer human.
The person who came was an acquaintance, Lao Zhang from the Special Branch.
Lao Zhang looked at this inhuman thing in confusion: "What is this?"
"The culprit," Lu Xi explained, "50% of the wax figures in the display cabinet below have a soul trapped in them."
Hearing this, Lao Zhang's expression changed.
This time, the reason why people from the Special Office came instead of ordinary policemen was because the weirdness of this wax museum had already been noticed by the higher-ups.
People who have disappeared before have more or less some connection with the wax museum.
However, after many overt and covert investigations, no weirdness was discovered, but I never thought that Wang Wenzhe would be so crazy.
Killing people, not even sparing their souls.
Suddenly, Wang Wenzhe, who was lying motionless, shouted: "Master, save me."
The next second, his whole body rose upwards, and then fell down again, no longer breathing.
At the same time, a new soul floated out of his body.
Immediately afterwards, the honest Painted Skin Ghost on the side also suddenly became angry.
The combination of the two caught Lao Zhang and others off guard.
Lu Xi had known that they would not be so honest, so he formed a seal with his hands, and two thunder talismans shot through the air.
Wang Wenzhe wanted to escape, but he was caught off guard and was pushed hard by the Painted Skin Ghost. He became a scapegoat and was forced to bear two thunder talismans. He didn't even have time to say a word, and he was immediately knocked out of his mind.
Painted Skin Ghost seized this opportunity and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lu Xi looked at the place where the Painted Skin Ghost disappeared. Letting the tiger return to the mountain did not mean that it would leave a source of trouble, but that it would lure the snake out of its hole.
From the moment he entered this wax museum, Lu Xi felt a familiar atmosphere, just like when he was in the basement of Cao Lei's villa.
After the Painted Skin Ghost escaped with a narrow escape, he changed several skins one after another, and finally entered a house without anyone noticing.
When I entered the door, I was slapped in the face.
"I told you to protect Wen Zhe, but where are the others?" the old man in black robe asked angrily.
Painted Skin Ghost directly knelt on the ground: "This subordinate failed to protect me well, please punish me, Your Majesty."
The old Taoist looked at her coldly and asked, "Have you brought anything back?"
The Painted Skin Ghost respectfully presented something, which was white, round, and as smooth as jade.
This is the spiritual source formed by people in Xuanmen who practice Xuanjutsu in the inner palace, and contains the cultivation base of every Xuanshi.
Often after a person dies, his spiritual source will also be broken.
It is useless to leave it alone, but if it is a complete spiritual source, it is the best supplement for some monsters and monsters.
The old Taoist threw the spiritual source in his hand back and dropped it into a mouth. With a clicking sound, a familiar figure appeared.
The old Taoist patted the visitor on the shoulder: "Good boy, I have supported you for so long. Now it's time for you to repay her. Go and kill her."
Cao Lei's body was boiling with black resentment, his face was as stiff as a puppet, and he jumped away without any expression.
The old Taoist smiled coldly while stroking his palms: "Lu Xi, if you continue to ruin my good deeds and kill my disciple, I will make your body and soul disappear."
At the wax museum, one of the culprits died and another ran away, but the matter is not completely over yet, especially for the souls trapped in the wax figures.
Fortunately, special personnel from the Special Office came this time to lift the seal for them and then deliver them.
The few tourists in the wax museum were invited out, and Lu Xi and others also left.
"Who is she?" Not far away, a pale, handsome man sitting in a wheelchair asked.
The assistant pushing the wheelchair replied: "Young Master, she is Lu Xi."
"It turns out it was her. My good second brother has now become less human and more like a ghost. I got a big revenge and it's all thanks to her." The man smiled and said, "I should come and thank you."
yes."
After saying that, he coughed heavily again.
Men no longer have the energy to care about entertainment tabloids, so they can only meet their benefactors without knowing them.
The assistant looked worried, but he was not surprised and handed him the medicine he brought with him.
After the man took the medicine, he finally stopped coughing. Due to his excitement, his pale and colorless lips became rosier and looked more human.
"Go back! You still have to go back now." The man waved his hands and said in a cold tone.
The assistant pushed him away silently.
At this time, Lu Xi looked back and did not see the man's face, only the destiny line that had been tampered with and plundered on the man's body.
A sweet date turned into a thrilling adventure. Topics related to Deer Creek, Wax Museum, Huo Dongling, and "Sweet House" have been on Weibo hot searches one after another.
Hou Guotai, the chief director, was angry and laughing. He was in love with Zong, but not in sweet love. He was almost competing with the fearful Zong next door.
But looking at the number of people in the live broadcast room, the rising trend has not changed. The popularity is getting higher and higher, which means that the commercial value that "Sweet House" can realize is also getting higher and higher.
Now, several sponsors are already in contact with the assistant director.
After all, he was more happy than depressed, and Hou Guotai smiled.
But at this moment, there is a family that cannot laugh.
Lu Xi and others had just left the wax museum when they were stopped by a group of three people and a family of three.
"Master Lu, could you please take a moment to speak?" the middle-aged man said cautiously and respectfully.
Huo Dongling, who was standing next to Luxi, said in surprise: "Uncle, aunt, why are you here?"
Everyone who came was her acquaintance.
The two people she calls uncle and aunt are Yin Yi's parents.
The Yin family and the Huo family are both wealthy families, and people from the same circle never see each other when they look up.
Even if Huo Dongling and Yin Yi don't deal with each other, they are just playing house between the younger generations. For the older generation, the cooperation that should be cooperated will not be affected by the conflicts between the younger generations.
Huo Dongling had followed her parents to attend gatherings of the Yin family several times, and so had Yin Yi.
"Dong Ling is here too." Mother Yin greeted with a smile, "Looks like she's become a lot more sensible. She's really grown up. Unlike my Yin Yi, who only grows tall but doesn't have a brain." As she said this, she poked at the iron.
Yin Yi's head.
Look at other people's children, they can make friends with a big boss even if they appear on any variety show.
What about your own?
It just costs money.
Yin Yi felt aggrieved and awkward, and had lost a hand in front of her mortal enemy, not to mention how depressed she felt.
Huo Dongling laughed in her heart, but said: "No, Yin Yi is also very good and very filial. Yesterday, she came to us specially to buy some amulets to go back to her uncle and aunt."
Of course, these words were not meant to say good things for Yin Yi, but to poke her sore feet and remind her not to forget that she lost a game yesterday.
After losing three games in a row, Huo Dongling was beaming with joy, but Yin Yi was heartbroken.
Yin Yi turned her head away, not looking at the villain's triumphant face.
Here, Father Yin could not hide his eagerness in his eyebrows, looking at Lu Xi intently.
Although Mother Yin was talking to Huo Dongling, she was also listening to what was going on here.
Lu Xi nodded lightly: "Mr. Yin, please go first."
"Master, please come first." Father Yin did not dare to go ahead.
After some hesitation, the two of them went to the nearest restaurant box, followed by Huo Dongling and others.
"Master Lu, please help our family of three. We really have no choice." In the private room, Yin's father asked for help and kept his attitude low. The main reason is that if the matter at home is not resolved, the family of three will really
Almost collapsed.
Lu Xi gave her a hand. She boasted that she was jealous of money, but she didn't need anyone to be humble: "I came with you, naturally, to solve the problem. First, please tell me what's going on?"
Father Yin, with his status, has heard of Xuanmen people, and recently he has dealt with some Xuanmen people because of family matters.
Most people in Xuanmen have a noble nature and clean eyes. This is the first time I have seen someone as talkative as Lu Xi.
It's just that those Taoist people who put on a high profile have not solved the troubles at home.
Probably what makes a truly expert person is not his attitude, but his ability.
Father Yin was certain in his heart and spoke slowly.
