The wax liquid on the ground emitted a strange light, like a white mirror that reflected everyone. At the same time, a mirror also appeared on the ceiling above their heads. The surrounding wax statues all shook strangely, and all their eyeballs turned and looked at them with a series of 'ka ka' sounds …
"The wax statues have come to life!"
Everyone was attracted by the moving eyes of the wax statues, and at the same time, they were stared at by more than 1,000 pairs of white eyes. Suddenly, these ferocious pirates felt goosebumps appear on their backs.
Poison Q was the only one with sharp eyes. He saw the body lying on the ground quietly stop twitching, and Vista was blinking at him as if he was looking at a dead person.
"Hiss..."
Poison Q gasped, and his heart was filled with coldness. His mouth opened and closed, and just as he was about to make a sound, the wax statues around him let out ear-piercing screams first.
In the strange reflection of the burning candles around them, a wall of wax floated up from the ground and suddenly covered the huge mirror above their heads, forming a white mirror prison.
All the people and wax figures were in the Mirror Prison. Mirrors had sprung up on the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, dividing the entire Mirror Prison into narrow areas. Countless images were reflected in them, so densely packed that it was impossible to tell what was real and what was fake. Even one's own sense of existence was being diluted.
As far as the eyes could see, there were wax statues and mirror images everywhere, reflecting, reflecting, and reflecting again. The depths of the eyes were swallowed by the endless chaos.
"Whoosh!"
A white arm brushed past the bridge of Poison Q's nose, tearing off a piece of flesh. Poison Q was shocked, and at the same time, he stepped back and grabbed the arm with his backhand. The solidified wax arm was torn off.
The next moment.
Countless arms stretched out from all directions. These wax statues were rippling with a transparent light, and all of them transformed into the same strange face. There were three crystal clear eyes on the face, and the eyeball in the middle of the eyebrows seemed to have been sewn into the skin of the face, and the scar left by the needle and thread could be faintly seen.
"My name is Jia Na. I like your eyes."
Every wax figure turned into Gana, and all of them opened their mouths and spoke in the same tone. Gana appeared in the mirror and looked at everyone with gloomy eyes. "Are you willing to be part of my collection?" Gana asked.
Boom!!
In an instant, countless wax figures collapsed and melted. Countless arms crawled out from the ground. On each open palm, there was an eyeball emitting a scarlet light. The densely packed arms wriggled, forming a pale white hell that enveloped everyone.
The eerie sound was like a three-dimensional image, covering up everyone's voices. They couldn't even see the position of their companions because the densely packed mirrors had mixed up the space. That kind of distorted sense of direction made the brain's senses lose its sense of direction.
Poison Q's expression was particularly grave because the corpse on the ground had disappeared without a trace. Vista's corpse was gone.
Chi!
The gun barrel danced like a whirlwind, and the concentrated firepower shattered the Wasp Chrysalis' arm. Then, the bullets strangely drilled into the ripples on the mirror. In the next moment, all the bullets bounced off the mirror and shot towards Poison Q.
"You're the first!"
A creepy voice came from behind Poison Q's head. A cold breath brushed past the hair on his neck. Poison Q turned his head and turned around. His arms moved like a poisonous dragon that had just left its nest and smashed behind him. A dazzling fire snake shot out from the barrel of the gun.
He was wearing a white top hat, and half of his heart-shaped glasses had been blown off. But he still grinned eerily and let out a chilling laugh. "You've got the wrong person. I'm Zangao, not Jia Na!"
Zangao's head was sunken and melted. He had a cold and mocking smile on his face. The circular saw on his finger spun back and forth, reflecting Poison Q's narrowed eyes.
As the circular saw spun back and forth, Poison Q's eyes went blank for a moment. Jia Na stepped out of a mirror and clawed at Poison Q's face. His fingernails were as deep as blades as they pierced into Poison Q's eye sockets. Poison Q's face was clawed into a bloody mess.
With a tug of his finger, two bloody eyeballs were hooked out of Poison Q's eye sockets. Poison Q screamed in terror and covered his empty eye sockets with his hands. The blood that gushed out of them dyed his palms red and seeped out through the gaps between his fingers.
Drip … drip …
The sound of blood dripping into his ears was like the beating of a heart. Poison Q's face was pale. Then, he felt like his entire body was being twisted and squeezed by an invisible force. His soul felt like it was being pulled out of his body. His body was like a soft noodle that sank into a sticky and cold ocean.
"Today's the first day of business!"
In the mirror, Jia Na's right hand was playing with the two eyeballs. Poison Q's body appeared in the mirror inch by inch. His bloody eye sockets were hollow and deep. He looked like a puppet whose consciousness had been devoured. He slowly walked into the deepest part of the mirror and soon disappeared.
"The collection behind the mirror is getting richer and richer. Heh heh heh …"
Jia Na looked down at Poison Q's dead body and let out a sinister laugh. The eyeballs between his eyebrows moved slowly, looking for his next target.
Almost at the same time that Jia Na dealt with Poison Q, Vista, who was wrapped in black threads, strangely got up from the ground. However, his figure did not appear in the mirrors that surrounded him.
There was a soft sound, and the air was quickly torn to both sides. The next moment, Vista shot out from a pile of wriggling pale arms like a zombie and landed on the top of Muir's head in an instant.
Muir's incomparably tyrannical body was riddled with bloody wounds. Those strange arms overlapped, exuding a transparent light, and scratched at him from all directions.
Every time he destroyed a wave of arms, the power of the murloc's karate attack would be reflected by the eyeballs on the palms. Then, they would instantly explode, and the power of the attack would be reflected back at him from all directions at an even faster speed.
Surrounding him was a pile of shattered eyeballs. Spiderweb-Like cracks even appeared on the surface of the mirrors, overlapping layer by layer.
Every time Muir looked at those strange mirrors, he felt a sense of horror in his heart. He quickly withdrew his gaze, and the outline of his figure in the mirror became clearer and clearer.
At this moment!
A cold black light flashed across the tip of a sword. Vista's eyes were cold, as if he was a senseless dead man. The sword in his hand was like a cold cloud pattern. He approached Muir with just one step, and the tip of the sword slashed down. The air was cut like silk, and in an instant, it covered a line from Muir's head to his chest …
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