Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

The air seemed to be stained with a thick fishy smell by the bright red color, Xu Zhaohe frowned, and took out the wax doll that seemed to be dancing excitedly in his pocket, only to find that his stomach that had been punctured had been completely After healed, her pale little face was flushed red, her lips were red and her teeth were so white and delicate.

The surrounding scenes were all covered, and in the end there was only a road that seemed to be paved on the sea of ​​blood, and Gudu Gudu was still boiling.

Is this the villa at night?

The wax doll is more like a key, and at this moment Brother Zhao is holding the "key" tightly in his hand, and embarked on the only road leading to the bloody depths.

His feet were hot and sticky, leaving a series of dark footprints on the bloody road he walked, and they were swallowed up by the chasing darkness in an instant, and there was no way out.

Xu Zhaohe didn't know how long he had been walking, but felt that the doll in his hand was getting more and more excited. At a certain moment, he suddenly clenched his fingers and began to sing loudly.

"Born on the furnace, the fire was burning my liver, and then I was melted in the blood, molded in the dark mire..."

The doll shook her head and became more and more excited as she sang, her big eyes turned slowly, and finally looked at Xu Zhaohe, she was stunned, and sang even louder: "What a beautiful person, what beautiful flesh and blood, if born on the furnace, molded in the dark mud……"

The doll began to dance and dance: "Will you be with me forever? Accompany me to grow happily forever, sing in the ice and snow, run in the fire of hell, everything I have will belong to you, my most beautiful bride!"

Xu Zhaohe: "..."

Xu Zhaohe looked down at the doll that was only as long as his palm, and the latter was winking at him with grape-like black eyes, and his voice was getting higher and higher, repeating "my bride" over and over again.

At that moment, what he thought in his heart was not that the first time he was proposed to be a little ghost, but that it was fortunate that Shen Chen was not here, otherwise this baby might not be able to see the sun tomorrow!

The wax doll's injuries were completely healed, and it even seemed to be over-repaired, and began to struggle to jump off.

The outline of the door could be faintly seen through the blood mist ahead, Xu Zhaohe naturally would not let this little thing go, took out a length of rope and wrapped it around the wax doll's waist, and then tied him to the handle of the Summoning Spirit Umbrella superior.

The doll started to sway involuntarily while walking, looked up at Xu Zhaohe, and sang: "My beautiful bride..."

Xu Zhaohe also looked down at him, looked at him, suddenly stretched out two fingers, and flicked on the rope.

The doll began to sway uncontrollably again, her face was pale, her mouth was tightly closed, and finally she stopped singing.

Xu Zhaohe also turned his attention away from the wax doll, looking at the small wooden door hidden in the thick fog that was gradually approaching.

The door was small, not as tall as him, with a big rusty iron lock hanging on it, it was probably the room in Wang Dao's story.

The story did not say how the student got in, but since he is a wax figure artist, the whole story is naturally related to the wax figure.

He shook the umbrella handle again, staring at the wax doll that started to spin involuntarily and asked, "Do you know how to get in?"

The wax doll spun around a bit nauseous and sang weakly: "Don't shake, don't shake, I'm back where I was born, above the furnace, in the blood, blooming in the dark... It will eagerly welcome I."

Xu Zhaohe put the handle of the umbrella close to the iron lock, and the rope finally stopped shaking. The wax doll stretched out his hand tremblingly, and put it on gently.

"Click", the iron lock opened in response, and the doll finally couldn't help it at this time, and turned its head with a "vomit".

The ruthless Brother Zhao glanced at him, then took off the iron lock and pushed open the door. The red light outside the door instantly shone into the door, but the range of sight was still limited. Thinking about it, he took out the night pearl without any hesitation walked out.

As soon as he stepped into the room with his back foot, the wooden door closed with a "click". Xu Zhaohe looked back, as if he saw another eager gaze through the thick wall.

After he withdrew his gaze, Shen Chen who was standing at the door blinked his eyes through layers of barriers.

The black mist in his eyes dissipated in an instant, so the road full of blood mist disappeared, and there was no wooden door where his gaze was located, only a snow-white wall.

The same is true in the eyes of the other person in the dark, he can't see another space, he only sees "Watson" walking straight to the wall, and then disappearing on the spot.

The people in the darkness gritted their teeth, stared at the empty wall for a while, and then quietly exited.

For that thing, Shen Chen didn't even bother to glance at it, leaning against the door and silently chewing two words - bride.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing, but the fifth baby behind him started to tremble with fear, shit, the wax doll is dead!

It's because they have good eyesight and recognized their father early, now even Lucifer can't touch them casually haha!

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in the hut.

Xu Zhaohe seemed to feel something, touched the position of his chest, then lowered his head and looked at the wax doll with compassionate eyes.

baby:"…………"

It's a pity that even the gaze that belongs to the wax doll is only for a short moment, and then brother Zhao is that ruthless "scumbag" and walks into the depths of the room holding the night pearl.

Wax figures, all wax figures.

He can probably understand how the students in the story felt when they entered this room for the first time. The room is filled with dense wax figures, and only the eyes are a black hole, and they all face you directly.

It is different from visiting the wax museum, there are at least lights there, and I feel a little bit safe in my heart.

However, here, only relying on a night pearl with limited illumination, I don't know how many unknown things are hidden in the darkness.

Even Brother Zhao couldn't go on. There are almost no roads here, and there are wax figures all around.

Holding the Summoning Spirit Umbrella in one hand and the Ye Mingzhu in the other, he took out another one after thinking about it, and asked the wax figure to hold it.

The little doll was suddenly stuffed with a night pearl as big as him, and the whole baby was stunned. Finally, it was forced to cling to the night pearl like an octopus due to its "pretentious power", and it swayed with the umbrella handle again.

In the story, the artist repeatedly warns the students not to enter this room, certainly not just because there are a bunch of half-finished products here.

Xu Zhaohe moved swiftly and nimbly among the wax figures, and broke out in a thin layer of sweat after a while. This place is bigger than imagined.

The wax figure doll danced a waltz in the air following his difficult movements of avoiding the wax figure. Aggrieved, he couldn't help singing a song for himself: "My dear friends, I am closely connected with the darkness by the umbilical cord, But at this moment, I am bathed in light, and I am eagerly calling for you... Wake up, wake up, the snowstorm has already begun, and there is nowhere to hide..."

The singing voice spreads gently, with endless malice and the desolation that seems to be wrapped in the world of ice and snow, reaching the ears of every wax figure.

Xu Zhaohe stopped, watching the doll gradually melt, dripping to the ground, the gaze was finally looking at him, and then the eyes also turned into flowing oil, the night pearl fell to the ground with a clatter, rolling onto the sticky above the liquid.

With the end of his singing, the wax figures quietly dormant in the darkness also began to move around.

The wax figure closest to the living person's heat suddenly stretched out its hand, and the rest of the wax figures also started to attack a certain point like a switch.

And the center of that point is exactly Xu Zhaohe.

Turning sideways to barely avoid the hand of the wax figure closest to him, Xu Zhaohe stepped back, but was caught by the wax figure waiting behind him.

The black and empty eye sockets stared straight at his direction, and with a flash of cold light, the wax figure froze and lost its own arm.

Xu Zhaohe took the opportunity to retreat to the corner, put away the machete and tore off the severed arm of the wax figure that was still clinging to him.But the situation is not optimistic. Although there are no eyes, the breath of a living person is like a radiant little sun among the wax figures, luring all dark creatures to fly to the flame.

I didn't expect to be put together by the little wax figure in the end.

Xu Zhaohe glanced in the direction of the wax-smeared night pearl, and when countless wax figures swarmed towards him and were about to catch him, he opened the spirit summoning umbrella and held it in front of him, a dazzling red light flashed across him, completely covering him breath.

The radiant little sun suddenly disappeared, and the wax figures stopped as if they were stuck in their shells, but they still couldn't feel the sweet breath.

After a while, the wax figures began to jump around restlessly, but frequently bumped into the wall because they couldn't see.

They seem to still not give up looking for living people who dare to break in, and they seem to be looking for a way out. They just go around but can only run into walls everywhere in this square space.

Finally, there was a space in front of him, to breathe from the congestion and blockage, Xu Zhaohe stood up straight, holding the summoning umbrella and looked towards a dark corner that was not illuminated.

It doesn't seem all bad that these wax figures can move, at least they can have the opportunity to see the whole room.

All the wax figures seemed to be avoiding that place intentionally or unintentionally, so he decided to go and see what was there.

Xu Zhaohe leaned against the base of the wall carefully avoiding the wax figure that slammed into the wall from time to time. When the night pearl in his hand could clearly illuminate the things in the corner, he also saw a small figure squatting by the fireside.

"My dear bride, why don't you want to stay with me forever? Ignorance and painlessness are for eternal life, come to my side and stay with me forever..."

The wax doll opened its mouth, and a soft singing sounded immediately, as if accusing someone of ignorance.

Brother Zhao looked at the wax doll that Pengci had feigned death earlier, and was silent for a long time, until the hope in the doll's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he was about to step forward and grab him to pay homage, so he hesitated and said: "...you Are you really not afraid of Lucifer?"

Wax doll: "..."

That's right, that's the expression!Feeling sick as if I ate a fly but can't vomit, I feel uncomfortable but I can't tell the pain!

Xu Zhaohe breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, I thought you were not afraid..." Otherwise, why would you be dancing wildly on the wire rope that can drive Lucifer crazy.

The wax doll was speechless, and finally gave his "bride" a resentful and reluctant look, turned around and climbed up the stove, and when he stood on the edge of the iron pot on the stove, he turned his face to him and showed a self-conscious face. Thinking of the poignant smile, he resolutely leaned up and jumped into the pot.

The stove and the iron pot combined were two people tall. Xu Zhaohe climbed up the ladder next to him and smiled at him when he saw the wax doll floating on a pool of blood.

It obviously didn't burn, but the blood in the pot boiled, bubbling and bubbling, and occasionally a white finger bone could be seen floating up.

"Born on the furnace, the fire was burning my liver, and then I was melted in the blood, molded in the dark mire..."

The wax figure behind him was still banging against the wall, and the wax figure doll in front of him was melting in the iron pot, and the bubbles came out with bursts of singing.

Looking at the bones that kept pouring up, combined with the scene in the house and the lyrics of the wax doll, Xu Zhaohe still didn't understand.

The reason why an artist can make a wax figure that can be faked is because he mixed human oil into the material.

Later, the output of his production gradually decreased, and he was finally forced to accept apprentices. Coupled with the fact that there are so many wax figures in this room that are so realistic but forced to give up, it is not difficult to imagine that he was probably backlashed.

The word "finishing touch" came to mind again. The wax figures without eyes naturally cannot find the murderer, and the artist did this because the wax figures with eyes made of human oil had problems?

He realized that those wax figures "lived", and all the wax figures he made after that were without eyes.

Because he was afraid of being retaliated.

Those wax figures are looking for the killer.

In the end, the artist died at the hands of the wax figure!

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【Ding!The dungeon mission to find out the truth about the artist's death - completed. 】

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The author has something to say: Gudu Gudu, Rong Bao is already cooked...