Chapter 36: Infernal Purgatory Lewis lay in bed and had a very painful dream, in which he returned to his childhood. Before his mother died, she left him a letter asking him to find his biological father. However, when he arrived at this magnificent mansion, he found out that he was just an illegitimate child. In addition to himself, the father has two daughters and a newborn son. His stepmother wanted to kick him out, but his father left him two options: stay and be worked by them, or go out and be a chimney sweep. He chose the former, as chimney sweeps generally did not live past the age of 20 in those days. During these five years, he was nominally his father's illegitimate son, but in reality he was a domestic helper and servant in the family, even worse than a servant. His stepmother and two sisters would find any chance to teach him a lesson. In his dream, he heard that shrill laughter again, but this time... the laughter was a little different. "Hahahaha" This is a man's laughter. It's strange, why does this laughter sound so similar to Mr. Bean's. He didn't care about so many things, he just wanted to survive, but as his younger brother grew up, survival became a luxury, and his father wanted to send him away. Sent to be an apprentice to that old perverted wax sculptor in Gafandi! On the first day she was sent there, she was violated by this perverted old man. It was said that he only liked handsome young men of 17 or 18 years old. Until one day he accidentally discovered his father's secret room and learned the truth about his family. When he saw the contents of his father's letter, he was so excited that he almost fainted.
The rules and ethics of the world are all bullshit. Only desire and chaos are the ladder to the ideal. He endured humiliation and deliberately tried to please the old pervert by learning his wax figure-making skills, and step by step stole the forbidden knowledge that his father used to please the gods. Finally, that night, he got his revenge. When the hot molten wax poured onto his stepmother's face, he heard her shrill wails and undignified pleas for mercy, which sounded like heavenly music. When making the wax figures, he deliberately did not wear gloves so that the molten wax would burn himself. He enjoyed the fiery pleasure of revenge. With the scorching stove right in front of him, in the extremely high temperature room, he made five wax figures of his family. After completing his first five works, he found that there was still half a pot of melted wax in the crucible. He pushed the old pervert Gafanti into the pot. This was the most unbearable past in his life, and he must cook it to ashes in the raging fire. It was so hot, so burning, as if the fire had never been extinguished. Lewis woke up thirsty in bed. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. The temperature in the bedroom was too high. Even the wax figure of Dorothy who had been standing in the room showed signs of melting! Lewis pushed the door open and saw a raging fire. What happened? Why was there a fire in the wax museum? He forbad the use of any firearms in the wax museum, and those high-ranking officials who entered dared not even light a cigarette. Why! Why did a fire suddenly break out today! The bedroom was not far from the study. Lewis came out and saw the five wax figures in front of the study. No, at this moment they were no longer wax figures. The outer wax shell had long since melted, revealing the charred flesh and bones of their loved ones. Their charcoal-black skulls were facing toward them, with burning flames still surging in their dark eye sockets. Lewis rushed out with a blanket covering his head. He could no longer stay in the wax museum. He had to run out first and then figure out what was going on. At this time, he went down to the third floor. The wax figure exhibition hall downstairs had become a sea of fire and purgatory. Countless wax figures were covered in flames, rolling and wailing. Their howls were filled with not only pain but also a joy of relief. The moment Lewis appeared at the stairs, several wax figures that had turned into fire noticed him. They waved their arms and rushed towards Lewis like dying martyrs. Lewis wanted to touch the wax figures with his right hand wearing the emerald ring to change their minds again, but he was afraid of the flames on their bodies and had to dodge sideways. The wax figures were not flexible to begin with, and now that they were burning all over, they were at the end of their strength. Several of them could only fall to the ground awkwardly. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw more and more burning wax figures rushing towards him. They were fearless and only wanted to block Lewis' escape. He pulled out the rapier from the cane. Lewis was also very ruthless at this time. After killing his entire family, he traveled abroad and learned some good self-defense skills. Now facing the wax figures, he chopped off their heads one by one with his sword. Lewis struggled forward, with multiple burns all over his body. But just as he was about to go down to the first floor, a wax figure that looked like a shoeshine boy suddenly jumped out from the corner and hugged his thighs tightly. The burning sensation of the raging fire made Lewis feel so painful that he punched the child's head off. When he tried to walk away, his feet slipped. It turned out that the child's body had turned into a pool of wax and stuck to his shoes.
Just as Lewis was about to break free, the wax figure on the first floor pounced on him and hugged him tightly. Some of these burning firemen pulled Lewis with their hands, while others smashed him with their bodies, vowing to die together with Lewis. Lewis felt that death was approaching, and he no longer cared about anything else. He touched the wax figures with his ring-wearing hand, but only then did he realize that these bodies had already been on the verge of collapse, and what he got in his hands was just a bunch of hot molten wax. In the raging fire, the stacked wax figures had long since lost all distinction between you and me, and had squeezed into a huge pile of puppet mud. They wrapped Lewis tightly in it, allowing the molten wax to pour into every crevice of his body. …… Liu Yonglu, who was sitting in front of the kebab stall, had not anticipated what had just happened. If I had known that the wax figure was so afraid of fire, I could have just secretly lit a fire and burned it. Why bother with all this? He also didn't know that the five wax figures would choose to "go home." At this time, he saw that the danger was over and was ready to continue running. Looking at the kebab in his hand, Liu Yonglu felt a little distressed. "It would be a waste if we don't eat it after it's roasted. We might as well just rip the meat off and eat it on the way." He was really brave, and slowly sprinkled the chili powder on the meat, then found a paper bag to wrap the meat and rushed to the town entrance. The wax museum was on fire, and many civilian fire brigades were dispatched. Four or five carriages loaded with buckets rushed to the scene. The residents who were awakened by the fire and came out to watch the excitement walked to the street and looked in the direction of the wax museum. The raging fire illuminated the dark sky red. On the noisy street, there was only one man wearing a gray windbreaker, holding a paper bag in one hand and holding down his top hat with the other hand, walking against the crowd. "The night is long, the night is long, please don't knock on the door when you come to stay. I look at the waning moon in the distance, pass through the pass in the dark, and I hurried to the wilderness..." It was Liu Yonglu singing "Lin Chong's Night Escape"! Another benefit of this fire was that it helped Liu Yonglu divert attention. Otherwise, as a stranger wandering on the street late at night, he might really be discovered. But at this time, no one was in the mood to pay attention to him, and Liu Yonglu strolled to the town entrance in a square step. On the dark avenue at night, a small figure holding a small bag stood in the middle of the road. It was Xiaohu. Xiaohu's dark and empty eyes were looking into the distance at this time, looking at the red skyline dyed red by the flames. He tilted his ear, as if listening to something. He could hear the painful howling of countless broken souls. It was the last revelry of souls that had been tortured for countless years before they died. The sound was like heavenly music to Xiaohu's ears, and the extra thumb on his left hand began to tremble happily again. "What are you looking for? I asked you to wait for me but you hid well and waited. You are standing in the middle of the road and someone will kidnap you." "Snapped!" Xiaohu was listening when Liu Yonglu hit him on the back of his head again. "What's your name anyway?" Xiaohu turned his head, and his dry and monotonous voice showed a slight fluctuation, as if he was slightly angry. "I'm just teasing you. I'm talking nonsense to you again. Let's go. Don't just stand there." The two men walked along the path. Liu Yonglu was afraid of leaking the news so he didn't dare to book a carriage in advance. His plan was to find a passing car to take him back to Pormouth while walking. "It's so late, you must be hungry. Fortunately, I made some grilled skewers for you. Eat them while they're hot." Liu Yonglu took out the paper bag and threw it to Xiaohu. Seeing Xiaohu lower his head to pick out the items, he added: "Eat with confidence. I've picked out all the fat ones for you." The two men were really lucky. After walking for more than half an hour, a carriage came from the avenue behind them. Liu Yonglu waved his hand and the carriage stopped. "Master, shall we go? Bulmouth."
"Bolshear? Not on the way..." The man was dressed strangely. He was wearing an ill-fitting woolen coat that was too fat, and a dirty farmer's hat on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly. "Tsk, name a price, take me there and then you can go somewhere else." "Fifteen pounds." "What the hell? Are you trying to make fun of me? You're asking for too much, you really think I'm from out of town." Liu Yonglu only spent two pounds when he came, but this man dared to ask for fifteen pounds. Who is Liu Yonglu? He is a child living by the Haihe River in Tianjin. He grew up fighting wits and courage with taxi drivers. He opened his mouth and started talking about his work, speaking in Tianjin dialect all the way, without repeating himself for five minutes, which made the driver dumbfounded. "Hey, okay, come on up, two pounds is two pounds." Liu Yonglu got in the car and still boasted to Xiaohu: "How naive? Xiaohu, learn something. This is social experience that you will need when you grow up." Only after getting on the bus did Liu Yonglu finally relax. He was too tired that night. Although he somehow set the wax museum on fire in the end, his adrenaline was soaring after all the trouble. Now that he was on the bus, he felt very sleepy. But the carriage was too bumpy and he couldn't sleep well during the journey. He was half asleep and half awake for three hours before he finally recovered a little. Xiaohu was still sitting next to him, his little back straight, his eyes staring straight ahead without blinking. Liu Yonglu wiped his saliva and glanced out the window. The sky was already turning pale. He opened the window and a breeze blew, and he immediately became much more sober. The scenery outside the window at this time is flat wheat fields, farmer's barns and windmills, and looking far away, you can even vaguely see the thick smoke from the steam locomotive! Wait a minute... the scenery is wrong. Liu Yonglu also took a carriage when he came to Excel from Pormouth. Although it was dark at that time, he still had an impression of the surrounding scenery. It was a vast expanse of mangroves. There is something wrong with this coachman! Liu Yonglu was shocked. Could it be that the remnants of the sect recognized him and wanted to harm him? Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu roared: "Master! Does your carriage also charge by the meter? Why did you take a detour?" It’s a new day again. I hope you all will laugh after reading this, read on and give some helpful comments, and most importantly, leave more comments. I like to see everyone’s laughter. (End of this chapter)