"Not bad, not bad..."
The joy of a wax museum lay in the fact that you never knew what person or object was made of wax.
It might be a chair, a plate of fruit, even a cat, a dog, or a living person... all of them could be wax figures!
And if there were a living person standing perfectly still, dressed up as a wax figure, that would be even more terrifying.
As Aaron strolled about and admired the art of wax figures, he searched for the source of the inspiration in his heart.
The wax museum was large, and there were several visitors inside.
It was just that no one knew where the owner had gone, nor where the attendants were.
Aaron suddenly stopped.
In one exhibition hall, he saw the source of his inspiration.
It was a lifelike wax figure as tall as a man. It looked like a martial artist, its arm muscles bulging high, its sharply defined face wearing a terrified expression, mouth wide open as though shouting something.
This seems... not to be a wax figure... but... a wax man?!
Aaron reached out and touched it.
The next instant, blurry scenes seemed to emerge before his eyes.
They depicted a skilled wanderer of the martial world, living freely through gratitude and vengeance.
Judging by his martial arts, he had astonishingly entered the Heavenly Rank!
In the martial world, the upper four of the seven ranks of martial arts all carried the word "Heavenly." They were called the Heavenly Ranks, signifying something extraordinary, lofty above all else.
Even the fourth rank, the Heavenly Authority Realm, was enough to be called a first-rate master.
But Aaron merely skimmed over all that.
In the vision, the man obtained another strange sheet of yellow wax paper, upon which