The Underground Ghost Story Room
"Why is this place called the Wax Figure Museum?" Xie Ling asked again, voicing the question from the bottom of her heart. "They could've called it a haunted house and scared people openly."
"Just you wait. Maybe those wax figures will sit up in a bit," Long Aotian said deliberately.
Xie Ling stopped edging toward the coffins and urged the others, "Let's hurry up and go."
Xu Huo and the others weren't in a hurry to leave. Peeking into the coffins seemed like a pretty stupid idea, so he, Xu Ruosi, and Bai Wenxian all wordlessly took out long weapons and stabbed the wax figures inside.
They poked every coffin in the room, and only then did the three of them stop. Just as they were about to leave, the wax figures in several coffins suddenly sat up, twisting their heads to slowly turn toward them.
"Take that!" Long Aotian tossed a miniature basketball. It flew out and knocked the head off one wax figure, then seemed to grow eyes as it flew toward the next. It knocked the heads off every wax figure that had sat up, then turned and flew back—but this time it was heading straight for Xu Ruosi.
Long Aotian stepped in front of Xu Ruosi and caught the returning artifact, then said with a grin, "That's the only annoying thing about this artifact. It doesn't distinguish friend from foe."
Xu Ruosi snorted and tucked the artifact she had already taken out back into her sleeve. "Then you'd better be careful next time."
"The wax figures in the rooms seem to depict a story in its entirety," Bai Wenxian said. "The figures in the first room were clearly visitors. In the second room, they seemed to have been attacked. The third