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The wax puppet, capable of fighting a squad of armed police, was instantly killed. Knowing the power of this strange white light, the sorcerer Born dared not be negligent in the slightest. Eight thick tentacles, flowing with viscous wax, stood up and danced rapidly in front of him, forming an impenetrable defense.

The sword light flashed and clashed fiercely with the tentacles, producing a clanging sound of metal striking metal. Chunks of meat and bits of wax mixed with sparks, scattering everywhere.

Feeling the enemy's sharp and unstoppable magical weapons closing in step by step, his mutated limbs were already covered in wounds in the blink of an eye. The crimson giant eye on Born's forehead turned slightly, and suddenly a dark gray shroud appeared, swallowing up all the surrounding light. The wild grass and shrubs growing in the corner of the steps turned yellow and fell down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gloomy color spread and swirled, gathering in front of him, and the nimble white light suddenly seemed to be weighed down by a thousand-pound burden, its speed becoming slower and slower.

Seizing the opportunity, the eight tentacles suddenly twisted together into a single, thick, blackish-yellow iron pillar, carrying an evil power full of corrosive and corrupting intent. It lashed fiercely at the sword light, intending to destroy this extremely threatening magical weapon in one fell swoop!

Just as it was about to be hit, the ten-foot-long white ribbon suddenly shrank, turning into a silver bullet the size of a longan, and sank downwards, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The target suddenly disappeared, and "Iron Pillar" couldn't stop in time. It swept heavily through the air and struck the yellowish-brown and grayish-brown wall of the wax museum, carving an exaggerated trench before embedding itself deeply inside.

As the sword retreated, Zhu Mingyao swept his hand without looking back, shattering several animated wax figures that had sneaked up into the hall, revealing the rotting human corpses inside. Then, he opened his mouth and spat out a lotus-shaped crimson flame that leaped out of the void. The layers of fire petals closed in, trapping Bonn inside, and it crackled and burned.

"Do you think everyone else is a fool? They don't even have any defenses against their own weaknesses?" With a roar, the entire wax museum trembled slightly, and the stench of decay suddenly intensified. Drops of murky yellow corpse oil, refined by evil witchcraft, seeped from the building and flew into the sorcerer's body like weary birds returning to their nest, suppressing the raging demon-slaying fire.

"Choosing to wage war in my sorcery workshop was your biggest mistake... Oh?"

The continuous flow of magic power was abruptly interrupted, and the blazing fire that surged up again silenced Bonn's harsh words.

"You're the idiot, okay? Even a stubborn Iron-ranked player knows not to chase someone under the tower. As a noble Silver-ranked player, I'd definitely destroy the tower first!" Zhu Mingyao rolled his eyes, giving him an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

In the underground chamber, beside a pool of amber bubbling with large and small bubbles, several ghostly soldiers were wielding swords and knives, dismantling the gold and silver magic array patterns on the pool walls into a pile of fragments, which they then carried onto several spread-out tablecloths, looking exactly like bandits breaking into a house.

Seeing the scene remotely perceived by the enormous scarlet eye, Born was so angry he wanted to curse.

Are you a part-time thief somewhere? How come your movements are so skilled?

Feeling the protective wax coating his body was gradually evaporating, he squeezed out all his remaining magic power and rammed into the fire. A large wave of flesh and blood mixed with wax exploded, extinguishing a few petals of flame. He then broke through the cage-like crimson fire lotus and staggered out.

Before he could extinguish the remaining flames on his hair and clothes, Born suddenly blurred into a large cloud of murky, foul-smelling waxy steam, which rose up and darted away, surrounding his enormous red eyes.

However, a sharp silver light suddenly appeared from the side, like a scalpel in the hand of a seasoned physician. With a delicate gouge and pry, it dug the fist-sized red eye out of the gas cloud composed of corpse wax particles. Immediately, a white, golden aura rushed up and dispersed the clouds, completely extinguishing his last bit of life.

He snatched it away in two or three steps, and Zhu Mingyao took out a sealed silver box that he had extorted from the Special Investigation Bureau. He put the red eyeballs, which had begun to shrink and crystallize after their owner's death, into the box.

No matter what, you must always remember to be thrifty and manage your household well!

As the owner of the wax museum, and the main villain in the original movie, this guy's evil magic is much more powerful than his twin brother's. He has begun to transform into a non-human being, and even after his death, he left behind a trophy that looks like the remains of a monster, which can be exchanged for some money.

He weighed the box in his hand, gazed at the small church in the distance whose roof had been half blown off, and listened to the crisp gunshot that shattered the night sky. He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"The protagonist has become a powerful demon hunter, while the villains have been upgraded to sinister demons and sorcerers. The special effects are top-notch, making it a definite AAA fantasy blockbuster. If 'House of Wax' had been made like this, its box office would have doubled again after its release."

He summoned ghost soldiers and ordered them to go to a nearby house to protect Sam's classmates who were hiding there, then turned and walked into the wax mansion.

As the saying goes, "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts; cultivation leads to ruin." There are no truly penniless people among the extraordinary. The Born brothers have been entrenched here for a long time and must have accumulated a considerable fortune. After all, the Yin soldiers have limited wisdom, so if they want to plunder everything cleanly, they will have to personally take action.

As for the Wen family's duo, he seemed completely unconcerned about whether they could defeat the red-eyed demon possessing the black man.

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"Oh!"

The stained glass window shattered with a deafening roar, sending debris, flames, and smoke billowing out like waves.

Along with them, a disheveled, burly figure also emerged.

"Are those two human trash idiots? Why haven't they come to help yet?!"

The red-eyed demon cursed inwardly in resentment.

The Wen brothers' bloodline was unusual, giving them a great advantage against non-human creatures within the Christian system. Every shot and stab carried a strange spiritual power that shook his soul, making it almost impossible for him to maintain his possessed state. His innate magical abilities as a demon were suppressed to only 20-30% of their power, making the battle extremely frustrating.

With no help arriving in time, this corrupt creature from the lower plane began to consider retreating.

He spread his arms, creating billowing black clouds that obscured his vision and blocked Sam and Dean's pursuit. A magic circle resembling a crossroads appeared beneath his feet, and he was about to use his innate teleportation spell to escape from this place!

Chapter 188 ends, silence is imposed.

"That bastard is running away!"

Dean held the spear horizontally with both hands, pushed the forend forward to fire, and pulled the forend back to eject the spent cartridges, firing rapidly at the black clouds. The specially made alchemical shotgun shells rained down like a sudden hailstorm, trying to intercept the enemy.

This wasn't the first time the brothers had fought against this type of demon. They knew it was very skilled at spatial teleportation, extremely cunning, and adept at manipulating people's minds. Their pursuit was merely a matter of doing their best and leaving the rest to fate; they didn't hold out much hope.

And indeed, as a familiar psionic fluctuation emanated, the red-eyed demon's aura faded, then a dark golden shadow crashed down and vanished completely...?

Hmm! Dark golden shadow?

Sam strode forward, holding a gun in one hand and a dark dagger in the other, standing side by side with his brother, watching warily the tall figure that was faintly visible in the black smoke.

As the smoke created by the spell gradually dissipated, the nerves of the two men tightened. Even without showing any hostility, their keen senses, honed through extraordinary rituals, could vaguely detect the surging death intent hidden within each other.

This is clearly a very high-level undead.

The tall undead carrying a dripping head and trampling a body into a pulp constantly challenge human reason.

Just as they were struggling to suppress their urge to fire, a yellow paper talisman lit up on the undead wearing exotic armor, and human voices suddenly rang out from it.

"Don't panic, Sam, Dean, it's me! Except for this Demon Soul who escaped, all the other enemies have been taken care of. Your classmates are a little injured, but they're not in any life-threatening danger..."

In the distance, inside the wax museum, Zhu Mingyao cheerfully carried a large bag of gold and silver valuables he had unearthed, walked down the steps to the second floor, and smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

"Unfortunately, that demon seems to have a special ability in spatial manipulation. We only killed its physical body and took some rewards, but didn't capture its soul. Otherwise, if [Jiesen] had devoured it, there's probably a 30-40% chance it could have formed a Yin Core..."

He dared to split his forces into two groups, allowing the Wen brothers to deal with the demons, which meant he had made backup plans. The Yaksha Ghost General had been lurking in the sky, ready to intervene in the battle at any time.

What's more...

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the messy and filthy human corpses in the hall, then turned away in disgust and leaped out of the window.

He slid slowly down the air, looking back at the hillside.

Do you really think I came here all alone, so recklessly?

If you have the means, calling for reinforcements is a basic action for anyone with a normal IQ!

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The hazy mist that had enveloped the mountain valley dissipated, and the Lady of the Moon once again cast her gentle gaze upon this place.

"Thanks a lot this time, old buddy, I owe you one." A hoarse but firm voice, like metal scraping, came from the specially made communicator.

"Not at all, it's just mutual help." The elderly Chinese man, wearing a loose gray robe, stood atop a tall red pine tree, his toes barely touching the ground, rising and falling as lightly as a feather, and spoke with a smile into the communicator.

He gazed at the town below the hillside and sighed, half politely and half sincerely:

"The young people these days are truly like the waves of the Yangtze River, constantly pushing the old ones aside. They're incredibly clever and cunning when it comes to fighting, and they basically take care of all the enemies on their own, without me having to lift a finger."

"By the way..." Henry Lai flicked his sleeve, clutching something tightly in his hand, and asked casually.

"Why didn't you accompany the students on their journey? Didn't we agree that everyone would be there to look after them when opening the secret realm?"

The other end of the communicator suddenly fell silent. After a long silence, just when Henry thought that the other party had some unspeakable secret, the hoarse and firm voice rang out again.

"I've discovered something suspicious and I'm going to investigate. If I can't get back in time, please take care of me."

Knowing his old acquaintance's strong sense of justice, the old feng shui master didn't take it too seriously, but he did give him a few more instructions.

"If you encounter any tricky troubles, remember to report to the authorities for help in time. This Federation is not run by a few of our private organizations. Don't be like when you were young, rushing into everything and getting yourself all bruised and battered. We taxpayers should just do our duty."

"I understand, I will..."

Thousands of miles away, in a secluded abandoned air-raid shelter, a burly black man with a stiff buzz cut and an aura of fierceness turned off his communicator. He gently twisted the gleaming four-foot-long silver knife in his hand, which immediately elicited a low howl of pain, like that of a wild beast.

Beneath the blade, the powerful non-human creature futilely waved its sharp claws, stirring up a cloud of dust and scratching cracks into the nearby bricks and stones.

"Eric...you vampire bastard..."

The burly werewolf, pinned to the wall by the demon hunter's silver blade piercing his shoulder, opened his fanged mouth in pain, about to habitually utter a string of foul language, when he was met with two indifferent gazes.

The chilling killing intent, as cold as ancient ice and snow, instantly brought it to its senses; it was the terrifying aura forged over decades by slaughtering countless dark alien species.

The erect, furry, pointed ears trembled a few times before finally drooping obediently.

"I...I have never killed anyone indiscriminately. I swear to the progenitor of werewolves and the spirits of nature..." It swallowed hard, trembling with fear.

"You just said... what did you want to ask? Please ask..."

The burly black man parted his thick lips, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, and gave a completely emotionless smile.

"Hmm, very good... My old Asian friend just now taught me an Eastern proverb."

The person who understands a person best is often their mortal enemy.

By that logic, the one who understands vampires best isn't me, the witcher, but rather you big dogs...

My question is... what strange things have those filthy bats of the Night Family been up to lately?

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"……I will."

Hearing his friend's insincere response and the busy signal, Henry Lai could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Take on the responsibility that comes with your ability. If the sky falls, it will hit everyone. If you rush forward too eagerly, you'll just be seen as a sucker..."

Those meat-eaters at the top of the federal government, if you were to dissect their hearts and livers and let them air out, they might not be any cleaner than 'you'.

He weighed the lump in his palm in his hand, then lowered his head and chuckled softly:

"You devilish fellow, aren't you right?"

Looking down, a delicate miniature landscape is held in a warm, ivory-like palm. Surrounded by verdant mountains and clear waters, a struggling, churning dark red mist is restrained.

The dark red mist writhed, and within it, a hideous face with two horns on its head trembled and shifted, casting a venomous gaze at the elderly Chinese man outside.

"Living in this degenerate age, and having traversed the chasm between the lower planes and the human realm, you still maintain considerable strength after projecting your image here. Your true form must be at least a high-ranking demon, or perhaps even a minor commander?"

The refined, handsome older man stroked his mustache and asked to himself:

"Then could you please clear up my doubts...?"

Who exactly is behind you?

Or rather…” He brought his face close and gave a sinister smile.

"...Who are they!"