165: Chapter 165 Mom, I was wrong

Soon, The Artist arrived in front of the glass where Little Fatty and Forbidden Young Master were.

He raised his muzzle and swept it across the row of neat wax figures inside, observing the reactions of the wax figures.

Starting from the young girl wax figure all the way to the model wax figure, although their eyes were realistic, none of them trembled.

The muzzle continued to wander, arriving in front of the wax figures of Little Fatty and Forbidden Young Master.

The two instantly widened their eyes, not even daring to breathe, quietly pretending to be dead people.

The Artist leaned in to look; he had never seen wax figures of these two people, but because the two were pretending so convincingly, The Artist did not suspect anything and continued to walk forward.

He arrived at Chen Mo and Jiang Xinyi's side.

The muzzle continued to sweep along the glass until it encountered the wax figures of Chen Mo and Jiang Xinyi.

Seeing Chen Mo's wax figure, he felt it looked somewhat familiar.

It seemed he had seen this kid the previous night; he looked delicate and pretty, and was also quite thin.

"Hiss..."

Red light erupted from his pupils, and intense Fear crushed down like Mount Tai.

Chen Mo instantly felt cold sweat running down his back, but the fallen angel tucked in his pants pocket resisted it once again.

It successfully neutralized all the Fear.

But Jiang Xinyi could not handle it; beads of sweat welled up on her wax figure's forehead.

Seeing that Chen Mo's wax figure had no issues, The Artist prepared to look at Jiang Xinyi's side.

Jiang Xinyi's legs were trembling; she wanted to run, but the intense Fear made her unable to move at all.

Chen Mo glanced over, drew a shadow card from his hand, and quickly threw it into the shadow at his feet.

With a "Whoosh!" sound, something suddenly attacked Forbidden Young Master from behind.

It stabbed into his butt, and Forbidden Young Master screamed in pain instantly.

His whole body crashed out of the glass door.

"Hmm?!"

Hearing the sound of the glass shattering, The Artist immediately opened fire towards Forbidden Young Master.

Forbidden Young Master waved his palm, conjuring a round shield to block the bullets, and then ran frantically towards the end of the road.

"Chen Mo, you kid and I are sworn enemies, right! Damn it!"

"Don't run, my materials! Obediently become my wax figures! Hahaha."

Forbidden Young Master ran in front, and The Artist kept shooting from behind.

Seeing the humanoid glass hole in front of him, the Little Fatty wax figure swayed and hid deeper into the darkness.

"Phew..." Chen Mo let out a long sigh of relief; fortunately, his items had diverse ways of being used.

Otherwise, the Club President's brains would have been splattered all over his face.

A chill suddenly came from his palm; Chen Mo looked at his palm with a face full of confusion.

He discovered that Jiang Xinyi's hand was tightly gripping his.

Her palm was terrifyingly cold and was still trembling incessantly.

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the Club President with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, the Club President no longer had her previous arrogance; instead, her face was slightly flushed, and there was a faint mist of tears in the corners of her eyes.

She bit her lip tightly, looked at Chen Mo, and said: "Thank you, Chen Mo, you saved me again."

Seeing the Club President actually show the expression of a little girl, Chen Mo felt secretly pleased; heh heh, as expected, the always scheming and aloof Club President actually gets scared too.

"Chen Mo, I want to survive... Can you... protect me?" the Club President suddenly said.

Chen Mo was stunned, and at the same time, goosebumps rose all over his body.

"Club President, you being like this makes me feel very uncomfortable."

Chen Mo wanted to pull his hand away, but Jiang Xinyi pulled tighter; it seemed that at this moment, Chen Mo was her only reliance.

Feeling Chen Mo's warm palm, the Club President's heart gradually calmed down.

However, Su Qing and the others in the bakery opposite them were watching with speechless expressions.

Lu Chengfeng raised his eyebrows; the meaning was very obvious: you kid are truly impressive.

How can you still be flirting in such a dangerous environment?

Chen Mo curled his lips and gave Lu Chengfeng a look, letting him figure it out for himself.

"Club President, I will bring you out alive. Don't worry, as long as we follow our plan, there won't be any problems."

Jiang Xinyi nodded.

Seeing Su Qing opposite them wearing a pouting expression, the Club President couldn't help but feel a bit smug inside.

Chen Mo quickly pulled his hand away.

He winked at Xu Xiaoman, signaling her to start the action.

Receiving the order, Xu Xiaoman deactivated her wax figure state and put on her helmet.

After charging up, she instantly turned into a beam of light and rammed into The Artist's back.

With a "Click" sound, several of The Artist's ribs were broken by Xu Xiaoman's impact.

He flew rapidly into the fire hydrant on the road, and a gash was opened directly on his forehead.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, and The Artist entered a comatose state.

Everyone gathered around and looked at Chen Mo.

Forbidden Young Master stepped forward a few steps, wanting to grab Chen Mo's collar, but when he saw the fallen angel held in Chen Mo's hand, he instantly wilted again.

"Damn it! I didn't expect this kid to like playing the pig to eat the tiger. A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him; I'll endure it."

However, what Forbidden Young Master found strange was...

Although Chen Mo said he was a Night Watcher, the effects displayed by his items did not seem to be part of the standard Night Watcher equipment.

Always feeling like something was weird somewhere?

Just like the staff in Chen Mo's hand that could unleash large-scale energy; isn't this something used by a Warlock?

Strange, too strange.

Chen Mo took out the leather glove containing the aura of an evil ghost and threw it next to The Artist's body.

Then he signaled everyone to hide.

"This is your plan? This leather glove can deal with ghosts?" Forbidden Young Master ran to the edge of the street block.

If Chen Mo's plan failed, he could be the first to run.

Just like that, until 1:10 AM arrived.

The Artist woke up groggily, holding his forehead, and touched his back; he could feel that there weren't many intact bones left inside.

"Damn it! This group of players is really difficult to deal with. I'll have to cut open my back again when I get back and install new bones."

He knew Mom was coming soon because those wax figures lying on the ground in the distance had now entered a berserk state, with red light shining in their pupils one by one.

This was an effect that could only be achieved with level 20 Ghost Power.

"Mom is coming, I need to leave quickly!"

Just as he was about to move his feet, his nose twitched.

He smelled a familiar fragrance.

He looked down at the leather glove Chen Mo had thrown on the ground.

His pupils widened abruptly; he reached out his arms to hug his own shoulders, his whole body trembling violently to the point where he dared not move at all.

At this moment, The Artist had fallen into a state of extreme Fear, his nerves completely paralyzed.

He was restricted from the right to escape; restricted by that black glove, he could only remain motionless on the spot.

Immediately after, from behind a wax figure not far from him, a pale hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his forehead.

The palm was slender, the nails were all cyan-purple, and one could see veins like green snakes moving on it.

"Mom! I'm sorry, Mom! I was wrong! Please spare me!"

"I shouldn't have thought about killing you; I love you, Mom, please believe me!"

The Artist begged repeatedly to the arm that was fully 2 meters long in front of him.