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He glanced silently at Sam beside him.

Even if you're in a different world and your character has been upgraded to a superhuman, you're still going to stumble in this town. It's just fate, and this is your destiny.

The area wasn't very large, and the three of them, all highly skilled superhumans, quickly searched it all, leaving only a few places with obvious evil energy fluctuations that they didn't venture into rashly.

Like most towns of its kind, the town's center is a small church with a pointed roof.

Zhu Mingyao gestured for the Wen brothers to stop, then attached a portion of his consciousness to the Yin Soldier, manipulating it to silently float over and perch on the church's high circular stained-glass window to "look" inside.

A few figures sat sparsely on a wooden bench, a coffin lay on the ground, and behind the altar, a white-robed pastor touched a Bible, as if he were presiding over a solemn funeral.

The scene itself seemed perfectly normal, but the two loud arguments below tore away the facade.

“Mr. Born, I respect your identity as a believer in our Lord, but I hope you understand that we are the ones who orchestrated the ambush. Stop questioning the plan!”

A burly black man with red eyes stepped forward and said arrogantly.

Beneath his feet, obsidian ore, shimmering with an eerie light, was soaked in blood and asphalt, forming a crossroads pattern, with ruby ​​powder depicting symbols representing the cardinal directions.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man in a gray trench coat paced back and forth anxiously, waving his hands.

“You swore that you could catch those two kids in the blink of an eye, but almost a day has passed and there’s still no movement. The news has probably been leaked.”

This is the 21st century! Can your Crossroads Barrier withstand a salvo from a rocket artillery battalion, or even a cluster bomb? We must evacuate immediately!

The burly black man raised his head, crossed his arms, and gave a dismissive snort.

"My servants are pursuing them with all their might; they won't escape. As for the potential danger of the news leaking out..."

"Hmph! To sacrifice one's body for hell in order to carry out my lord's command is an honor!"

...Sacrifice yourself?! You're demon spirits, your physical bodies die, but your souls are severely damaged and you return to hell!

Our brother is going to die, he's really going to die!

The man's facial muscles contorted, and if he hadn't retained some rationality, he would have almost sworn out a curse.

He suppressed his anger, bluntly uttered a sentence, and turned to leave.

"I'll go and inform Vincent first to deal with those mortal prisoners."

This place is no longer safe to stay!

With a loud bang, Born pushed open the church door. His heart was bleeding; this was the secret stronghold he had built over a decade.

If it weren't for that mysterious being who came to his door, promising to help his two brothers change their physiques after the deed was done, so that they could escape their fragile mortal bodies and be reborn as immortal demons, how could he have been willing to offer them up as an ambush site?

Now everything's gone wrong; they didn't catch the person, and they're even losing their base!

As he walked towards the peculiar, solitary buildings a few hundred meters away, Sam's lips moved in a silent manner, revealing the other's identity.

"The sorcerer."

With his reminder and confirmation, Zhu Mingyao had no more doubts. He assessed the strength of the two enemies, whispered a few words in their ears, left a few talismans for the Wen brothers, and then followed them alone.

Born stormed home, his hard-toed leather shoes clattering on the cracked asphalt.

As he walked quickly, the usually long path seemed to shorten considerably, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the door of his "home".

In a fit of rage, he kicked the door, sending the heavy, gray-yellow wax-coated door fluttering backward. The sorcerer Born burst into the hall, shouting impatiently:

"Vincent! Quickly kill those prisoners, take our savings and our best 'works' and prepare to evacuate immediately!"

His words were met only with silence and darkness, and...

...The door behind me closed rapidly on its own!

He turned around in shock, only to realize that the feeling under his feet was empty, as if he had kicked a piece of paper!

At a bend in the path, the air distorted and rippled, and through wisps of smoke, a traditional Chinese pavilion with green tiles and white walls appeared, looming in the middle of the road.

Zhu Mingyao emerged from behind a large tree nearby. He listened to the faint roars coming from the illusory pavilion, chuckled, and the light and shadow on his body changed, condensing into a long gray overcoat. He then swaggered away.

Chapter 186 Wax Figures

A dozen or so thick, brownish-yellow candles were burning brightly throughout the room, emitting a cold, eerie white light that illuminated the secret chamber.

The pale flame, about the size of a fist, flickered and danced on the candle, but instead of emitting any heat, it sent shivers of eerie coldness through the air.

The air was filled with an indescribable, pungent, and sweet-smelling odor, mixed with a faint stench of rotting meat, making one want to vomit. Apart from a few Nordic heroes who could calmly devour canned herring, most others would probably flee within minutes.

In such harsh conditions, the few figures who could remain steadfast and unwavering are truly admirable for their strong will.

However, the intricate iron buckles and steel rings on the chair clearly indicated that such unwavering determination did not originate from the people themselves.

The young woman with long, wavy, golden-brown hair swayed from side to side, ignoring the cuts on her body. She bumped into the steel bars and screws around her, making them creak and rattle. She frantically scratched at the restraint chair with all her might, even wearing her fingertips raw and leaving bloody marks on the armrests.

“Don’t bother, Carly, we can’t escape. You saw them, those villains aren’t human, they can use magic…”

The blonde woman with the pointed chin standing to the side timidly offered words of advice, her pale blue eyes brimming with tears.

As if she hadn't heard her companion's words, Carly persisted until she was completely exhausted before finally stopping in despair.

She was panting heavily, enduring the pungent smell, and gave the blonde a disapproving look.

"Paris...use your brain! Although I know that besides the color matching of Chanel bags, the only other things left are the designs of Cartier jewelry...and maybe the big X of those black boyfriends!"

"Do you really think they'll just let us go after they've captured the Sam brothers?"

Carly bit her lip hard, the slight stinging pain sending a jolt of nausea through her brain, suppressing the urge to vomit rising in her throat.

"The reason we're still alive is because we can be used to lure Sam and his crew into a trap. Once we achieve our goal, they'll immediately turn us into those monsters!"

As she spoke, she tilted her head and bumped it against the iron cage covering her head, indicating that...

In a corner of the secret room, several human figures of different shapes were making various gestures, such as talking to each other and drinking water.

Each figure is crafted with exquisite detail and lifelike realism. If it weren't for the candlelight shining obliquely on the skin, giving it a translucent, oily appearance, no one would be able to tell that this is actually a set of beautiful wax figures.

Strangely, the eyes of two of the male wax figures were still slightly moving, conveying endless terror, as if they were encasing a living person.

Carly knew this was not an illusion. Just now, her two companions had been covered in wax by evil magic and turned into dolls little by little in front of her when they tried to resist.

"Brother, Blake, hang in there!"

She tried to comfort him with a sob in her voice, then struggled frantically with all her might.

Suddenly, thumping footsteps sounded overhead, accompanied by a furious shout:

"Vincent, bring those hostages out here! We're leaving!"

……

At the entrance of the two-story building, which reeked of a nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell, a middle-aged man in a gray overcoat frowned as he looked away from the large wax characters "Trudy Wax Museum" above the door and turned his attention to the strange man in white who was rushing out of the lobby.

The newcomer wore a gray-white robe that was so dirty that its original color was no longer visible, soaked in wax and blood. One side of his face was a shriveled, scarred mass of flesh, while the other side was smooth, white wax. He carried a gleaming black carving knife in his hand.

The dim lighting inside the wax museum, shining from behind, accentuated his grotesque and terrifying appearance, sending chills down one's spine.

"The plan has failed. Get the person out of here quickly, we're leaving!" the man in the trench coat repeated solemnly.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a bad mood, Vincent shrank back, walked timidly past the various wax figures sitting or standing in the hall, and headed towards the entrance of the underground chamber, muttering:

“But Bonn… can only take two women with him now, as for the two men…”

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

"No!" Vincent quickly retorted.

"I just taught those two men a lesson with the Wax Melting Curse, and they're currently unable to move."

We don't have holy dispel spells; the magic won't dissipate naturally until tomorrow..."

A strange glint flashed in the trench coat man's eyes, and he subtly slowed his pace. "Oh... a dispelling spell can easily remove the Wax Melting Curse, right..."

"Of course, that's common sense you taught me."

Vincent looked up blankly, somewhat bewildered.

"What about the rest of the demons and cultists? Let them help move the hostages!" Before he could react, the man in the trench coat asked urgently.

Vincent became increasingly confused. "They've all gone to search for the target. Besides, didn't you refuse to let anyone else get close to our 'artwork'...?"

The answer to his question was not the words he expected from his elder brother, but a brilliant golden glow and a sharp white light!

As the golden light enveloped him, Vincent felt his entire body tense and unable to move an inch. Then, a flash of white light appeared, his vision suddenly swirled, and he was plunged into eternal darkness.

"Since you answered so readily, I'll give you a quick answer in return."

Looking at the head lying on the ground with its eyes wide open in death, "Born" sighed. The light and shadow on his body shattered, revealing his true appearance of black hair and yellow skin.

……

……

At a bend in the path, the air was filled with wisps of smoke, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Thump...thump!" The increasingly loud and violent impact, like the beating of a drum, shook the mist.

"Sizzle...!" Several thick, black and yellow tentacles emerged from the void, flailing wildly left and right, tearing apart the faint smoke and clouds that shrouded the area, transforming into a tattered paper house that fell into the roadside bushes.

Bourne, covered in dust and dirt, burst out. His appearance had changed drastically; his body was swollen and bloated, with hot, liquid wax flowing freely from his skin. His ten fingers were stuck together and fused into eight twisted, fleshy tentacles. A scarlet, egg-sized sphere was embedded in his forehead, rolling around like an eyeball and emitting an eerie, malevolent light.

He glanced in the direction of his home, as if sensing something, let out a superhuman roar, and leaped towards it.

After transforming into a monster, Born's physique far surpassed that of ordinary people. He covered a hundred meters in the blink of an eye and approached the entrance of the wax museum in an instant.

"Boom!" What greeted him was a huge wave of broken pieces of the wax door flying right in front of him!

Born howled angrily, raising his eight tentacles to entwine and hook, swirling and catching all the thick blocks of wax that shot towards him.

Black energy surged from his body, and the large and small wax blocks he was holding seemed to soften into mud as if they were exposed to flames. They quickly coupled together and solidified into two tall wax figures with stiff faces, which viciously pounced on the Asian youth who was slowly walking out of the house!

Ah, it's snowing heavily, so cold, my hands are frozen stiff, I can't type much all day (￣.￣)

Chapter 187 Shoot the horse before the rider, destroy the tower before the enemy.

A massive wax figure, as imposing as a heavyweight boxing champion, rushed towards you with a fierce gust of wind, raising its arms and slamming down heavily.

Faced with the fierce attack, Zhu Mingyao didn't even bother to open his eyes. With a flick of his right hand, the gleaming white sword flashed like lightning, mimicking the famous chivalrous thief from the New World hundreds of years ago. It drew a long silver Z-shape, instantly slicing the two animated wax figures into more than a dozen pieces, along with the magical source that provided the kinetic energy.

Its body, as tough as hardwood and as sticky as mud, can easily withstand swords and bullets, but when it encounters a Xuanmen orthodox flying sword filled with true qi, it is no different from a crisp and juicy cucumber.

After slaying the enemy's summoned creature, the sword light did not stop, but instead expanded in the wind, transforming into a white rainbow that slashed down towards the opponent!