Carrying a heavy burden?
Is this a top joke?
The person asking the question couldn't understand the point, and looked at Wen Shi with increasingly alert eyes. Could this guy be possessed by a ghost?
Judging from Wen Shi's current condition alone, his conclusion cannot be considered wrong.
Wen Shi, with a ghost on his body, deliberately moved closer to the city lord. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the latter stood up at that moment, and the distance between them was widened.
The ghost children behind him strangely did not harass the city lord. Instead, they behaved a little better. Even the child on his back nervously grabbed Wen Shi's clothes with his fingers.
Wen Shi: That's quite interesting.
The city lord's gaze swept over the child vaguely, and the child almost lowered his head.
He silently took it all in, pretending nothing had happened. Ever since the roller coaster ride, this city lord had given him an indescribable sense of strangeness, and now this premonition was growing stronger.
At the same time, the rationality value dropped to eighty-nine. It was unknown whether the source was the ghost child or the city lord.
Wen Shi checked the current number of readers: over 900, almost 1,000. The comments section was full of the same old chatter, urging him to self-harm to please the audience, promising to help with traffic, and calling him crazy for carrying around so many ghosts.
Wen Shi once again confirmed that there was some masochistic potential in the monster's character. Although he didn't pay much attention to the audience throughout the whole process, they were still watching with great interest. For example, the scissor lady was still in the live broadcast area.
Wait a little longer.
Wen Shi thought calmly that it was unrealistic to attract 10,000 traffic through monsters. When he was at the Lin family villa, he had a guess and needed to find an opportunity to verify it.
"Maybe we don't need to go through so much trouble," Wen Shi suddenly had an idea. "If we're lucky, we can get the answer by asking Li Nan."
[The starving ghost who was as thin as lightning: The excitement bar moved, what on earth is he excited about? ]
The starving ghost's question remained unanswered, and Wen Shi once again ignored the electronic disk.
The bodyguard with the broken arm was pulled away by the driver, and the man in black returned to the team. He looked at the city lord with a questioning look.
The city lord nodded, and the man in black immediately called on the others to follow him and head to the southwest park together.
Although he was the youngest person present, Wen Shi was sweating profusely. He sat down directly at the city lord's original seat: "You guys go first, I just walked around over there and need to take it easy."
Seeing this, a bodyguard took the initiative to speak up for him: "It's really not easy to check such a large park."
It wasn't out of friendship between colleagues, but once the idea of being possessed by a ghost appeared, the bodyguard felt it would be best to act separately.
The city lord simply chose to ignore it, and Wen Shi was left behind by default.
"Thank you for your hard work." Xiaohua looked at him and said.
Wen Shi waved his hands with difficulty: "Let's go and live a peaceful life."
Seeing the group walking further and further away, Wen Shi's hands and feet were still a little sore due to the Yin energy entering his body. He coaxed the child off his back. Compared with the several ghost children he had seen before, these children were not too lethal.
It may also be related to the fact that there are no adult ghosts around. Whether it is a human or other monster, they all have the characteristics of taking advantage of the east wind and relying on the power of others.
Wen Shi thought expressionlessly, once I take them away from here, it will be considered a good deed.
Otherwise, this amusement park will sooner or later become a crematorium.
Nearly an hour later, the city lord and his entourage finally returned.
Looking at the relaxed expressions on everyone's faces, the words "Yin Qi Entering the Body" in Wen Shi's status bar constantly reminded him of what he was experiencing.
The receptionist smiled again and promised that this time he would be able to produce a heartwarming promotional video.
There were no other tourists, so the man in black made a phone call and a modified car drove in to pick them up. The Celebrity Hall and the amusement park were located in opposite directions of the Golden City, and the drive took nearly an hour. Wen Shi was in the same car as the man in black as usual. On the way, Xiaohua mouthed, "Have you figured out how to solve this problem?"
So many ghost children will be killed sooner or later.
Wen Shi nodded.
He had already made a preliminary plan, and if the situation really got out of control, Ayu would be able to provide help at any time.
Xiaohua searched for information about the Hall of Fame on the Internet, but there weren't any strange legends there. The curator himself needed more attention.
There are many unverified stories about him in the city, such as that the curator is actually over eighty years old, but looks no different from being in his fifties or sixties. It is also rumored that when he makes wax figures for others, he uses some unconventional means to extend his life.
However, the curator's craftsmanship is impeccable, and the wax figures he creates are almost indistinguishable from real people.
Wen Shi shook his head after hearing this. This Lord City Lord really ran to wherever there was danger.
Because the curator likes quietness, the Celebrity Museum is located in a relatively remote area.
There are many special colored glass on the outer walls of the museum, which use the illusion of light and shadow. From a distance, the central area of the building looks like it is bulging outward, like the belly of a beast that has just eaten a lot.
The curator came out to greet them personally. He was dressed in a black uniform, his face slightly wrinkled, but he looked energetic. However, his eyes behind the lenses weren't as clear and bright as they appeared. They had a greasy feel, like... wax.
"It is a great honor for our museum that you are willing to leave your wax figure here."
While speaking humbly, the curator's gaze did not linger on the city lord for long. Instead, he glanced at the hot-blooded bodyguards.
Then he took out the paper and pen he carried with him and sketched out a simple picture with just a few strokes.
"How do you like the design?"
The curator painted the scene of just getting off the car. There was not only the city lord, but also bodyguards behind him. It looked like a gangster coming out to cause trouble.
It does have some momentum.
Wen Shi raised an eyebrow, and the man in black asked his question first: "We also want to leave the wax figure?"
The curator nodded and said, "The city lord will have a separate exhibition hall. If there is only a wax figure of one person in it, it will feel empty."
The walls of the museum are painted in various colors. There are not only wax figures, but also clay statues, stone sculptures and so on.
Wen Shi had been staring at the statue, which seemed to resemble the one in the study. Just as he was wondering if the similarity came from the same vibrant color scheme, he saw the display case in front of him filled with shrines.
Artworks generally don't have so many similarities. He asked, "Are those for sale?"
The curator smiled strangely and enthusiastically recommended it, "I'm selling it on someone's behalf. If you want one, I can give you a discount."
Wen Shi waved his hand.
He had an idea in his mind. It turned out that the devil's business had expanded to the Golden City long ago. It was very likely that the devil gave the curator some way to prolong his life. The curator was responsible for helping to make and sell various shrines.
Wen Shi glanced at the city lord secretly and couldn't help but doubt the other party's purpose of coming here.
Someone is using the devil to cause trouble. As the lord of a city, are you really completely unaware of this?
No matter how suspicious he was in his heart, at least there was nothing special about the city lord's behavior.
The city lord and the curator had a brief conversation. The wax figures were being made on the third floor. After the elevator door closed, it didn't immediately ascend. A mechanical female voice issued a safety warning:
"Ride the elevator politely and do not overload it."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. There was a lot of space in the elevator, so it shouldn't be a problem for two more people to get on.
The man in black on the outside walked down, and the elevator was still issuing warnings.
Wen Shi looked at the group of children lying on the smooth inner wall of the elevator, sighed, and walked out on his own initiative.
I thought that other people couldn't see the ghost children, which meant they didn't have much weight. Now it seems that I was too optimistic.
The warning sound stopped abruptly, and the elevator went up as if it had thrown off a heavy burden.
The first man in black who got off the elevator had an ugly expression on his face: "You..."
Wen Shi smiled and interrupted him: "Maybe the elevator is out of order."
He wisely decided to take the stairs, as three floors wasn't that high anyway.
Three floors.
Once you enter this area, you will feel confused and empty.
It's a large flat with smooth tiled floors. There's almost no decoration on this floor, and the clutter mainly comes from small items piled everywhere.
Wen Shi glanced around and saw many plaster molds with the facial features removed.
The curator walked in front and reminded them to stay away from the barrels on the ground and not to touch the plaster slurry.
There was a small room at the end of the flat. The curator stopped and said, "That's where data measurements are taken. The space is limited, so it's definitely not possible to follow everyone in."
He unlocked the door with his fingerprint. As he'd said, it was only slightly larger than an average utility room. Measuring a normal wax figure would take hours, but Huangjincheng had specialized testing equipment, similar to an MRI machine. Simply lying down inside, they could get the most accurate readings in under two minutes.
The curator said: "There is only one machine. The city lord will test it first. The rest of you, please line up and cooperate with the measurement later."
Wen Shi is not worried about the city lord's safety at the moment. The curator is obviously planning to use the bodyguard.
The man in black stayed in the small room, overseeing the machines' proper operation. Wen Shi found a spot outside the door, texting with fingers nearly frozen by the yin energy.
Xiaohua was standing next to him. Wen Shi didn't deliberately cover the screen, so he could see the content of the message by just glancing at it.
"Are you going to meet Li Nan tonight?"
Wen Shi nodded: "Confirm something with him."
Without saying a word, the door opened.
The city lord emerged unharmed, and the other bodyguards immediately began to line up. Wen Shi rushed to the front, his usual rhetoric: "I'm in a hurry to be reincarnated."
When standing next to him, the temperature around him seemed to drop. The bodyguards behind him kept some distance and did not fight for the first or last position.
When it was the bodyguard's turn to measure the data, the curator became more energetic. The metal door behind him slowly closed, and the curator urged Wen Shi to lie down on the support bed.
With his back to the curator, Wen Shi seemed very cooperative. He crossed his hands on his abdomen and lay down peacefully.
The curator walked towards the switch. Wen Shi looked at a ghost child lying on a ring magnet and said softly, "Let's go play games with him, okay?"
Killing is the nature of monsters. The ghost children always want to make Wen Shi into a specimen, but the latter has a rattle given to him by A Yu hanging on his body, which has a certain deterrent effect on the little ghosts. On the other hand, with the halo of his battle record, they prefer this face that can make rich expressions.
For specimens, you can only choose a fixed expression.
The ghost children didn't think so much about the curator. They smelled a very confusing scent on the curator, proving that this was a toy with strong tolerance and was quite good.
The skinny fingers had already touched the green start button, and a pair of small hands suddenly stretched out from behind, and the curator's eyes went dark.
The ghost boy lay on the thin back, thinking that his mother's back was more comfortable. He chuckled a few times and said, "Guess who I am?"