The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 186 Wax Figures
  More than a dozen brown candles as thick as arms were inserted throughout the room and burning brightly, emitting a cold white light, illuminating the secret room with bright lights.

The fist-sized pale flame on the candle rose and danced, but there was no heat at all. Instead, there were bursts of strange chill.

The air was filled with an indescribable rich and sweet smell, mixed with the stench of rotten meat, which made people feel sick. Except for some Nordic heroes who could chew canned herrings with normal expressions, others were afraid of it. Escape within minutes.

And in this harsh environment, the few figures who can still sit still are enough to be praised for their strong will.

However, the dense iron buckles and steel rings on the chair clearly declare that such a firm will does not come from everyone's original intention.

The young woman with long golden brown wavy hair swayed from side to side, ignoring the wounds on her body, causing the steel bars and screws around her to creak when she hit them. Her fingers desperately scratched the restraint chair, so hard that she even wore her fingertips. There were traces of blood on the armrest.

"Don't bother, Carly, we can't escape. You saw, those villains are not humans, they can use magic..."

The pointed-faced blonde beside her spoke timidly, her light blue eyes filled with tears.

As if she didn't hear her companion's words, Carly persisted until her strength was exhausted, and then she stopped dejectedly.

She breathed heavily, enduring the pungent smell, and gave the blonde a white look.

"Paris...use your brain! Although I know that apart from the color matching of Chanel bags, there are only styling options for Cartier jewelry...and maybe those black boyfriends!"

"Do you really think that after they capture Brother Sam, they will just let us go?"

Carly bit her lip cruelly, sending a slight sting to her brain, suppressing the urge to vomit in her throat.

"The reason why we are still alive now is because we can use it to lure Sam and others into a trap. Once we achieve our goal, we will be turned into that kind of monster immediately!"

As she spoke, she tilted her head and hit the iron cage around her head.

In the corner of the secret room, there are several humanoid figures of different shapes, making various gestures such as talking to each other, holding cups and drinking water.

Each human figure is made lifelike and lifelike. If the candlelight hadn't slanted on the skin, giving off a translucent greasy color, no one would have been able to tell that this turned out to be a set of exquisite wax figures.

What’s strange is that the eyes of two of the male wax figures are still moving slightly, conveying endless terror, as if they are wrapped in a living person.

Carly knew that this was not an illusion. Just now, because they tried to resist, the two companions were poured with wax by evil magic in front of their eyes, and turned into dolls bit by bit.

"Brother, Blake, hold on!"

She tried to comfort him with a tearful voice, and then she tried her best to struggle like crazy.

At this moment, there was suddenly the sound of thumping footsteps above the head, and at the same time, there was an angry shout:
  "Vincent, bring those hostages out quickly! We have to leave!"

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At the door of the two-story building that smelled of disgustingly sweet smell, a middle-aged man wearing a long gray trench coat frowned, looking away from the large wax characters "Trudy Wax Museum" on the top of the door, and turned his attention to A strange man in white hurriedly ran out of the hall.

The visitor was wearing a gray-white robe that had been soaked in wax oil and blood, so dirty that the background could not be seen. Half of his face was covered with scarred and shriveled flesh, and half of his face was made of wax as delicate as fat. He was carrying a bag in his hand. A carving knife with shining black light.

The dim light in the wax museum shines from behind, making his face even more hideous and terrifying, making people shudder.

"The plan failed, get the people out quickly, we have to leave!" the man in the trench coat repeated again with a calm face. Seeing that he seemed to be in a bad mood, Vincent shrank his head, walked through the various wax figures sitting or standing in the hall, and walked timidly towards the entrance of the underground chamber, mumbling:

"But Bonn... can only take away two women now. As for the two men..."

"Did you kill them?" the man in the trench coat said sharply.

"No!" Vincent quickly defended:
  "I just used the Larong Curse to teach the two men a little lesson. They are currently having difficulty moving.

We won’t use magic to dispel magic, and the magic will naturally fade away until tomorrow…”

The man in the trench coat had a strange look in his eyes and quietly slowed down his pace. "Oh... the dispelling technique can easily lift the Curse of Larong, right..."

"Of course, this is the common sense you taught me."

Vincent raised his head blankly, somewhat confused.

"Where are the other demons and cultists? Let them help move the hostages away!" Before he could recover, the man in the trench coat asked anxiously.

Vincent became more and more confused, "They are all searching for the target. Besides, don't you refuse others to get close to our "artwork"..."

The answer to his question was not his brother's words as expected, but a brilliant golden cloud and a sharp white light!

Jinxia wrapped around his body, and Vincent felt his whole body tense and unable to move. Then white light flashed, his vision suddenly rolled, and then he fell into eternal darkness.

"Since you answered happily, I will also give you a happy answer."

Looking at the dead head on the ground, "Bonn" sighed, the light and shadow on his body shattered, revealing his true appearance of black hair and yellow skin.

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At a corner on the path, there were misty clouds in the air, flickering in and out of light.

"Dong...dong!" The violent impact sound, which was getting louder and louder like a drum, shook the mist.

"Stab...!" Several thick black and yellow tentacles emerged from the void, dancing wildly from left to right, tearing apart the faint smoke that enveloped the place, turning it into a damaged paper hut and falling into the grass beside the road.

The disgraced Bonn rushed out. At this time, his appearance changed drastically. His body was bloated and bloated. Liquid hot wax oil flowed freely on the surface of his body. The fingers of his hands were glued together and merged into eight twisted fleshy tentacles and a scarlet egg. A large round ball is embedded in the forehead, rotating like an eyeball, emitting a strange evil light.

He looked in the direction of his home, and as if he felt something, he let out an inhuman roar and ran over.

After transforming into a monster, Bonn's physique far surpassed that of ordinary people. The distance of a hundred meters passed by in a flash, and he was approaching the door of the wax museum in an instant.

"Boom!" What greeted him was a large wave of wax door fragments flying towards him!
  Bon howled angrily, and raised his eight tentacles, wrapping them around the hook, flying and swinging, and caught all the thick chunks of wax that were shot out.

Black energy surged around his body, and the large and small pieces of wax he held seemed to see flames. They softened into mud in an instant, quickly coupled with each other, and condensed into two tall wax figures with stiff faces, facing the Asian young man who slowly walked out of the room. He pounced on him fiercely!

　Ah, it’s snowing heavily and it’s so cold. My hands are frozen. I can’t type many words in a day (￣.￣)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)