Chapter 549 This Is, My Throne!

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"puff!"

Boss Zhou sprayed out the tea.

The side of the woman's body avoided the splashing tea, but her eyes were already narrowed.

She didn't think her words were so funny,

and,

Zhou Ze's attitude,

For her,

More like a kind of 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 wax museum owner and two employees, she has never shown any real hostility when facing Zhou Ze and Wang Ke.

test,

cooperate,

try again,

Cooperation again.

Trembling,

walk on thin ice;

However,

She doesn't think it's funny,

But Zhou Ze sounded very strange.

Young man, do your best and help us!

It's done,

You yourself will reward yourself!

things can't be done,

You will punish yourself!

this feeling,

It's like when you were in kindergarten, the teacher taught you to applaud yourself.

At that time you may be very excited,

Now I just feel really bad.

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

Zhou Ze stood up,

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

And with Boss Zhou's character, it was impossible for them to tell them where Lu Pingzhi was buried.

Now that I know I've lost something good,

Why don't I pick it up myself?

The reason why he agreed to drink tea and chat was only because Zhou Ze wanted to extract more information from the female curator.

"call…………"

The female curator pursed her lips,

in the eyes,

The murderous intent is obvious.

The mud bodhisattva had to be pissed off by Zhou Ze's teasing twice,

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

"Master Guicha, you are determined to become an enemy of our clan."

The female curator clapped her palms,

The coffee table was broken directly,

Then the roof position,

As if a large bucket of wax oil was poured down, pieces of wax oil began to soak in slowly on the wall in the gap.

The little boy took a few steps forward, stood in front of Zhou Ze, and muttered at the same time:

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

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand,

Patted the little boy on the shoulder,

"You deal with her, hit her with the technique that Lao An taught you, and show me her real body, don't worry about the rest."

The female curator stretched out her hand to touch one of her folded arms, closed her eyes, and her figure began to retreat quickly. At the same time, the little boy directly jumped up!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

There was a piercing sound of rubbing,

on the wall,

on the ceiling,

on the floor,

Any area covered with wax oil,

A figure appeared in all,

The figure looks seven to eight points similar to the female curator.

They bowed their heads devoutly together,

Sing solemnly together,

It was as if an ancient ritual was going on.

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

All the wax figures roared together:

"Turn the clouds!"

in an instant,

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

The little boy's eyes were fixed, and his figure slowed down significantly.

"I told you to leave it alone!"

Zhou Ze shouted behind him,

at the same time,

Boss Zhou's fingernails grew out of his hands.

He said in a low voice:

"coffee!"

A dozen chains just summoned by the wax figures,

All of a sudden, it seems to be out of control.

start swaying aimlessly,

But just do not say hello to the little boy.

And at this time,

The little boy had already caught the female curator who was retreating,

When the opponent turned into wax oil and was about to escape,

A spell blasted out!

"boom!"

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

perhaps,

Compared to being attacked again,

What surprised her even more,

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

What the hell,

why?

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

It is impossible for her to think in that direction,

Though she always speaks of the lord of the clan with reverence,

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

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

Ye Gong loves dragons,

Why not.

At this time,

Two employees ran in, and when they saw this,

Immediately knelt down,

Keep your hands close to the ground.

Zhou Ze glanced over,

pointing at them with both hands,

Take it lightly!

"newspaper!"

More than a dozen chains were pulled across in an instant!

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two crisp sounds,

The wax figures of the two employees exploded immediately.

Two black lights and shadows shot out.

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

In mid-air, screams were heard from them.

Originally they used the moves to defeat the enemy,

Why would you attack them back?

The little boy looked at the chains, then at Zhou Ze,

smiled,

Continue to rush towards the female curator.

The female curator never thought of confronting this zombie head-on,

Because she knows, don't look at him as small,

But if you really want to deal with him,

Really hard very hard.

Even if you throw him motionless in front of you, if you want to kill him, you will have to spend a lot of effort, and it may not even be successful.

This big zombie,

It is the existence that even the gods have headaches.

against this guy,

Can't fight hard,

The only choice is to suppress!

"In my name, call the sacred artifacts of the clan to come!"

for a while,

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

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

The loneliness accumulated over the years must end!

The turbulent waves of the nether world will surely rise again! "

ancient chant,

with a peculiar rhythm,

Zhou Ze kept looking around,

honestly,

He was really worried,

Worried about what the person in my body left for this family back then.

If this Tie Hanhan was rewarded with some kind of big killer back then,

Kill yourself in the end,

It's too funny, right?

pity,

Now Yinggou is still sleeping,

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 little ridiculous,

This time I'm really scaring myself!

"Buzz!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded,

The figure of an old man emerged from the wax oil,

"What alarmed the holy artifact!"

"Suppress the enemies of our clan and seize what our clan needs!"

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

"Can."

The wax figure of the old man disappeared again.

for a while,

The wax on the ground began to boil,

The whole wax museum is like a huge urn,

Inside is boiling oil!

The wax begins to condense,

Step by step is shaped out,

Followed by numerous bones,

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

All the hideous faces,

No matter how fierce the flames were in life,

In the end, they were all beheaded and tired of this throne!

Throne of Bones,

it's here,

Cohesion!

it's not true

It's certainly not true,

This might just be a phantom of the Throne of Bones,

But this coercion,

But extremely terrifying!

Even compared to when the Xiezhi clone came,

Even more powerful!

"The underworld is orderly, the law of death is ruthless, broken!"

The little boy grabbed the female curator again,

A spell blasted past,

The female curator uttered a scream,

this time,

All she has left is a vague human form,

A trace of black air emanated from her body,

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

But at this moment she didn't panic at all,

Instead, he barely raised his hand,

He said in a low voice:

"In the name of the throne, suppress the enemies of our clan!"

next moment,

The female curator looked directly at the little boy.

"Crack!"

The throne trembled,

Even the dense white bones beneath it trembled together.

The little boy didn't feel anything at first,

In the next second, the whole person was thrown to the ground suddenly.

"boom!"

He punched a hole in the ground,

then,

His whole body began to be engulfed by a terrifying force,

Drag it towards the throne of bones made of wax figure!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!"

The little boy roared desperately,

hands waving wildly,

He was struggling hysterically,

The nails left a series of ravines on the ground,

But no matter how much you resist,

But he still couldn't stop himself from being dragged to the bottom of the throne bit by bit!

Fear sets in,

almost crushed his mind,

As if the trumpet of doom had sounded in his ears,

Even if it is him,

Once drawn under that throne,

It will also be beyond redemption!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!"

survival instinct,

made him hideous,

But this struggle,

But it showed even more paleness and powerlessness.

The bones under the throne stretched out their hands and began to grab the little boy's ankles,

They are welcoming him,

Meet another companion who will accompany them to be eternally suppressed after an unknown number of years.

"In the past, the lord of my clan was in charge of the Nether Sea,

big hell,

Do not surrender!

The ancestors of our family have won shocking glory,

Guard the throne of bones for my lord! "

talking,

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 the situation of the little zombie,

He must be scared,

And I'm so regretful that my intestines are green,

but,

It's too late!

"In the name of the throne, suppress the enemies of our clan!"

The female curator attacked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze began to slowly walk towards the throne,

Um?

Have you accepted your fate?

The curator thought to herself,

The two wandering black shadows in the air thought the same way.

Courage crushed by the momentum of the throne,

Did you choose to give up?

Zhou Ze walked to the side of the throne,

The countless bones below were waving at him before, trying to drag him in together, and be suppressed together!

they complain,

they hate

Even if it is thousands of years,

It cannot be erased either!

So they want more people to accompany them,

suffer with them,

Let's endure this eternal ordeal together!

However,

When Zhou Ze stepped on the steps,

Those skeletons facing his side who were exuding ferocious flames fell silent collectively for an instant.

Then, as if he had seen a ghost, he started to retreat crazily,

shouting,

scream,

fear,

fear!

And when Zhou Ze continued to step up the steps,

Originally, the little boy was still dragging almost half of his body into the bones on the other side below the throne,

Immediately let go collectively,

It all started to howl like ghosts and wolves!

they are afraid,

they are panicking,

at this very moment,

They recalled the fear of being dominated back then!

The female curator on one side was stunned,

her brain,

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

The two employees above directly revealed the truth, a man and a woman, two evil spirits with horns on their heads.

Zhou Ze stepped on bones,

all the way up,

in the end,

He stood before the throne.

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

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

The bones under the throne began to struggle hard,

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

Zhou Ze turned around,

with his back to the throne,

then,

Sit down slowly.

in an instant,

All the bones under the throne are collectively silent,

Like instant petrification,

No one dares to be presumptuous anymore!

petrified together,

There are also three female curators.

The little boy below, who has just experienced life and death and faced eternal disaster, raised his head,

Looking at the figure above,

this moment,

He only felt that he,

Incomparably stalwart.

at the same time,

This scene reminded him of the wax figure he saw in the Horror Wax Museum in the back room.

the shadow of both,

as if

Overlapped at this time.

The little boy vaguely remembered his question at the time:

"who is he?"

"do not know."

When Zhou Ze put his hands on the seat naturally,

The wax museum, which was still as noisy as a fire cooking oil just now,

in an instant,

Fell into the dead silence that can hear the drop of a needle!

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

enjoy this feeling,

a long time,

He slowly opened his eyes,

He looked at the three female curators standing in the distance;

The three female curators fell into hell in an instant, as if they were being watched by a real demon!

They subconsciously started running,

what task,

What Lu Pingzhi,

what target

They ignored it and didn't dare to think about it.

Their worldview has been completely subverted,

No,

to be exact,

They saw a scene that was enough to subvert their spiritual beliefs!

a lot of things,

They dare not think,

I really dare not think about it.

They only dare to run now,

Run away subconsciously!

Their clan has worshiped and enshrined this bone throne for an unknown number of years.

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

But they themselves may have long forgotten,

Are they enshrining the person sitting on the throne,

Or is it just enshrining this throne!

run,

run,

run quickly

must run

The devil has opened his mouth,

They must run!

flee back,

flee back to the people,

Go and report what happened here!

The funny thing is,

Someone obviously sat on the throne,

Their first reaction is not to worship and surrender willingly,

but panicked,

It seems that the most important thing has been stolen!

The female curator is very fast,

The speed of the other two is not slow,

in an instant,

They ran to the gate of the wax museum.

And at this time,

The man on the throne raised his hand slowly,

softly said:

"A seat!"

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