"That corpse drifted down from the snow mountain and happened to be picked up by me. After that, he suddenly woke up and treated me terribly, constantly cursing at me."
"Later, in a fit of rage, I turned him into a wax figure."
"Who would have thought that even after being made into a wax figure, he still wouldn't die? Instead, he continued living."
"Afterward, to prevent him from escaping, I locked him in a room."
"I often tortured him, yet for some reason, he seemed to have an extraordinarily tenacious life force. He simply couldn't die."
"When you arrived, I threw him out because I wanted to see what exactly would happen."
Hearing this, I said, "So that corpse possesses self-awareness?"
"Of course. Not only that, but he was initially a child. Later, he gradually grew. He had clearly already been made into a wax figure, yet he could still grow. I've never encountered anything so bizarre in my life."
"He never ate or drank, yet he could still survive. It was simply too strange."
I stared at him, dumbfounded, feeling as if he were telling me a myth. After all, how could anyone in this world become like that?
The old man rambled on incoherently. By the time he finished, I was already impatient. I raised the Eight Tribulation Sword in my hand and slashed it at him.
The world instantly fell silent, and the old man collapsed to the ground just like that.
Seeing this, I curled my lips into a cold smile. My body had already returned to the wax museum.
I continued back upstairs, acting as if nothing had happened.
The next day, the snowstorm stopped, and we walked out of the wax museum.
Liu Ling'er and Bai Xue seemed completely unaware, but Wuxin said,