“I’m here to attend the exhibition.”
The fashionable man waved his hand, his floral shirt soaked with sweat, and said: "All the wax figures here were selected in advance and transported by the church. Not all of them can be exhibited.
Be obedient, it's so hot, go play over there, I'll give you one dollar to buy a soda, don't bother me while I work!"
Su Qingyu looked at the coins that the trendy guy took out of his pocket, took them happily, and then asked, "Brother, you must have made a lot of money by working so hard, right?"
The trendy guy felt like his heart was stabbed with a sword.
He stammered, "If I could go to a big city to work, I would have become rich a long time ago."
"Then why don't you go out?"
“Shh—” The trendy guy widened his eyes, “Don’t say that anymore, it’s unlucky.
Look at the inn owner, he is so obsessed with leaving that he looks like a ghost."
Psychologically, they dare not go out.
From reality, there is no way out.
The trendy guy put his hands on his hips, looked at the wax figure transported by Su Qingyu, rubbed his eyes, and felt that it looked familiar: "Wait, your wax figure... why does it look so strange to me
This is Lily!
My goodness! This wax figure is so lifelike! It looks just like Lily!"
He walked around the wax figure, running his hand over the stubble on his chin.
Apparently, the trendy guy didn’t know that taking too much holy water would turn him into a wax figure.
Su Qingyu took out the gold ingot transformed from the tribute card and placed it in front of the trendy guy: "Brother, can we go through the back door
I want to put this wax figure in the exhibition hall.”
When the trendy guy saw the gold, his eyes lit up, and then he looked at Su Qingyu with some suspicion: "What do you want to do?"
"Just put up a wax figure."
The trendy guy rolled his eyes. This kind of favor was just a piece of cake for him, not to mention that the golden gold made him very excited.
"Okay, I'll help you. You gave me too much." The fashionable man took the gold from Su Qingyu, weighed it, and took a bite with his teeth.
His big teeth mark was left on the gold.
After confirming that the gold was real, he said with some confusion: "Strange, this gold is not as bright as I imagined."
"It's a matte version." Su Qingyu explained lightly.
In fact, tributes made by fire all have one characteristic, which is the lack of gloss.
Under the arrangement of the trendy man, Su Qingyu pushed Lily's wax figure into the exhibition hall from the employee passage.
The staff passage was shrouded in darkness and dampness, with the wall paint peeling off, revealing the red bricks inside.
There was a damp smell in the passage.
The sound of the cart's wheels scraping across the floor was particularly clear in the empty corridor.
The exhibition hasn't started yet.
The exhibition hall is filled with wax figures in various postures. Most of them are middle-aged people, and the texture is extremely realistic. When Su Qingyu's fingertips touched the wax of the wax figures, she could feel a cold and slippery touch.
No matter from which angle you look, the wax figures' eyes seem to be focused on Su Qingyu.
Su Qingyu placed Lily in a prominent position.
This position allows everyone who visits the wax exhibition to see her.