154: Chapter 154 The Artist

"Everyone, don't be afraid. These wax figures are all illusions. If any of them try to stop us, just give them a headshot!" Chen Mo issued the order.

Everyone nodded in succession, then marched in unison as they approached the wax figures opposite them.

Although they said that, when that Toad Man wax figure actually came before them...

...most of the people in the group felt a chill run through their bodies.

This Toad Man was a full two meters tall, with a bloated, blister-covered face. Just looking into its eyes made one's skin itch all over.

The Toad Man, in particular, bent down, opened its mouth, and stuck out a long, thin red tongue, trying to lick across everyone's faces.

When that sleazy toad face leaned over, preparing to lick the faces of several of the girls...

...Jiang Xinyi immediately pulled out her dagger and stabbed it right into the forehead of that toad face.

Instantly, the Toad Man wax figure swayed and collapsed to the ground.

When everyone looked again, they discovered a hole in the top of the Toad Man wax figure's head. Although its eyes were realistic, it had already reverted to being an ordinary wax figure.

Jiang Xinyi took out her tobacco-less pipe, bent down, and carefully examined the wax figure.

She said, "It seems there is a pattern carved into the center of their foreheads. As long as we destroy that pattern, we should be able to stop them from moving."

Hearing this, Chen Mo immediately walked toward a gentleman wax figure.

The figure raised its cane high, seemingly wanting to hook Chen Mo's neck.

However, its movements were very slow. Chen Mo half-squatted, then snatched the cane from its hand and struck down onto the top of the gentleman wax figure's head!

With a "bang," the top of its head shattered, and black slime flowed down the gentleman's face.

It collapsed to the ground in response, turning back into an ordinary wax figure.

Chen Mo's actions allowed everyone to successfully discover the rule, and they immediately followed suit.

They destroyed all the wax figures closing in around them.

Meng Zhou was walking at the very front. He grabbed a stone brick from the side of the road and was just about to strike the head of the wax figure in front of him.

But a bizarre scene unfolded!

The wax figure's hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Chen Mo and the others had just finished clearing the surrounding wax figures, creating a path back to the Dormitory.

They all turned back and saw Meng Zhou standing in the distance at the end of the moonlit road, motionless.

"Meng Zhou?" Chen Mo called out his name.

Meng Zhou was a little over 1.7 meters tall, and there was no one else there besides him.

But when Chen Mo looked down, he saw two shadows appearing at Meng Zhou's feet.

Someone of the same height and build as Meng Zhou was standing right behind him at that moment.

Lu Chengfeng also observed this. He raised his gun, aimed it forward, and shouted, "Don't move! Let that kid go!"

The only answer to them was a cold, sinister cackle.

"Hehehe, let him go? You've destroyed so many of my wax figures. Even if I kill you all and turn you into wax figures, it probably won't make up for my losses."

Hearing this, Lu Chengfeng cursed inwardly.

The Artist the priest spoke of had returned!

Chen Mo looked down at the ring in his hand, wondering whether he should use his trump card right now.

Before Chen Mo could make a decision...

...the person hiding behind Meng Zhou's back let out an even louder sinister laugh.

A long, cold-glinting object instantly pierced right through Meng Zhou's abdomen!

Meng Zhou's previously stiff body suddenly began to convulse violently.

He puffed out his cheeks violently, and a large amount of blood spewed from his mouth.

"Meng! Meng Zhou!" Lu Chengfeng roared.

Everyone's faces were filled with terror, and their bodies were completely unable to move due to Fear.

The Artist stepped out from behind, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He was wearing a custom-tailored black suit, had long hair, and was clutching a machete several tens of centimeters long.

A large hole had been opened in Meng Zhou's abdomen, and blood was flowing out ceaselessly.

His face instantly turned deathly pale, and the eyes behind his glasses became dim and listless.

Then, The Artist grabbed Meng Zhou's head and pulled the blood-stained machete out of Meng Zhou's abdomen.

He stuck out his tongue and licked along the sharp blade.

He exclaimed, "As expected, the fresh taste is the best~"

He raised the machete and pressed it against Meng Zhou's neck again.

He laughed, "Little mice, watch closely. This is the consequence of destroying someone else's artwork!"

Meng Zhou spewed another mouthful of bloody pus, and bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, sliding into his eyes.

The sweat stung his eyes painfully.

Meng Zhou's breathing was weak, and his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose.

With his last bit of strength, he said to everyone.

"Quick! Run... quickly..."

"Don't! No!" Lu Chengfeng's palms faced Meng Zhou as he roared.

He wanted to rush over and stop that cruel scene of murder, but his legs felt as if they were deep in a swamp, completely unable to move!

The next second!

That stark white blade sliced horizontally across Meng Zhou's neck with a "crack."

A round object fell to the ground and rolled along the pebble path.

And The Artist's originally clean, polished blade had turned completely deep red.

Meng Zhou's headless corpse was casually tossed to the side of the road by The Artist.

His pupils turned scarlet, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he spread his arms, laughing crazily toward the moonlight.

That laughter was like a tangible needle, instantly piercing everyone who was filled and bloated with Fear.

Then, like tadpoles startled by a stone falling into a pond, everyone scrambled to escape for their lives.

Their brains were completely taken over by the desire to survive.

The formation was thrown into chaos instantly, and everyone fled without regard for direction.

Chen Mo also felt unable to catch his breath; the scene that had just occurred happened too fast.

The other party's motive was very clear: he wanted to kill them all!

Moreover, despite this guy being only a little over 1.6 meters tall, Chen Mo could clearly feel it.

This guy was ridiculously strong; they couldn't fight him at all!

"Meng Zhou wasn't the traitor, and now he's dead." Chen Mo gripped his own chest tightly, feeling a sense of suffocation.

I just thought too much and held a suspicious attitude toward everything.

If I hadn't suspected Meng Zhou, then I wouldn't have allowed him to leave the group and act alone just now.

Now, it was equivalent to cutting short a teammate's life because of my own misjudgment.

"Everyone, don't run around blindly! Split into two groups!" Chen Mo roared.

"Calm down, Chen Mo. What you need to do now is protect the remaining people; the person who died can no longer be saved."

Hearing Chen Mo's shout, Jiang Xinyi immediately stopped panicking and followed toward Chen Mo's side.

She reached out and grabbed Lu Chengfeng, who was running in front.

The buildings in the Wax Museum were randomly replaced at night. If they didn't follow Chen Mo, they would all lose their way.

But this was The Artist's territory; he couldn't possibly get lost.

He would accurately find every single person and then chop off their heads.

Formulate a strategy quickly. Fortunately... Su Qing and Xu Xiaoman were still by his side.

And Lu Chengfeng and Jiang Xinyi were also following not far behind.

The other three people were originally the bait in Chen Mo's plan.

Little Fatty was still following behind Chen Mo and the others, but the couple had run into another alley.

They had originally heard Chen Mo's shout and wanted to turn around immediately to follow.

However, The Artist had already jumped onto the roof beams and was leaping continuously across the tops of the shops, able to catch up to them in just a few steps.

Boyfriend had no choice but to grab his girlfriend's hand, and the two kept running along a road that led to who knows where.

"Darling, I... I feel like I can't run anymore! How about... you run by yourself."

"I'll go attract his attention. You still have family; I don't have any family left." Couple Woman panted heavily.

"Don't say such bullshit. We must get out alive; we still have so many things we haven't done together yet!"

"Absolutely! We absolutely cannot die here!" he roared.