"What's wrong?" Qu Yan asked nervously.
Cheng Yangze didn't answer. He walked straight up to the wax figure and gingerly touched its face.
Only after a long while did Cheng Yangze say quietly, "This is my childhood friend."
Qu Yan understood at once and fell silent.
Her husband had died too, left behind in another Instance.
Che Quan surveyed the room full of wax figures. Every one was lifelike, and their expressions were much the same.
Either terror or despair.
They were probably all players who had died here before.
"This is bad. The wax figures are starting to melt."
Cheng Yangze abruptly turned around and warned the others in alarm.
A layer of melted wax already coated his hand, left there when he had touched the wax figure of his childhood friend.
Almost as soon as Cheng Yangze finished speaking, they saw the wax figures throughout the exhibition hall begin to melt rapidly.
Melted wax dripped onto the floor, its rivulets merging into puddles before finally surging toward them like a malicious black-and-yellow stream.
Cheng Yangze had no time left to grieve. He struggled to pull his legs free of the sticky wax and ran toward the others.
Just as he was about to reach them, a half-melted wax figure suddenly stepped into his path, still melting as it moved.
The wax figure raised its grotesquely deformed, melting hand, sending wax flying as it attacked Cheng Yangze head-on.
Cheng Yangze barely dodged the blow before another wax figure began to move, raising a freestanding sign from the exhibition hall and attacking him from the side.
Outnumbered, Cheng Yangze was about to be struck when a heavy-looking backpack suddenly smashed the wax figure into a puddle.
Startled, Cheng Yangze immediately realized Qu Yan had helped him. He grabbed the backpack