God's hexagram favorite concubine

Chapter 1217 You have to do whatever I tell you to do

Yaoyao's little face was red and swollen from the beating, and she sobbed in pain.

"Yaoyao, you have to be good, look at daddy, how daddy preserved mommy's soul, let me tell you, as long as daddy preserves your mommy's soul, she won't leave me again It's gone." Holding the bucket of wax oil, Mu Zhen smiled and used a brush to brush the wax oil on the woman's body little by little.

"I don't want to look, I don't want to, woo woo woo, Dad, I'm so scared..."

"Why don't you watch! Do you want to disobey me? I am your father, you have to do whatever I tell you to do, I want you to look at me now, look at me!!"

Yaoyao was finally forced to watch her mother being sealed with wax oil by her father.

Seeing this, Xia Zishang frowned.

Turning his beautiful wife into a vivid wax figure, Mu Zhen obsessively stroked his wife's face, and stuck the evil spell on the wax figure, "Wife, don't be afraid, I just put you here temporarily, I found you Master, he said that as long as you stick this charm, you will not leave. Don’t worry, I know you are still alive, but your current body is not good enough. I will work with my daughter to help you build a perfect body. At that time, I will transfer your soul into it again, and then our family of three will be able to meet again..."

The image that emerged from the illusion in front of him was Mu Zhen's rampant face. Time passed, and everything in the illusion happened very quickly. Many images flashed by, but it is not difficult to see that in the next two or three years, Mu Zhen completely Crazy, in order to create a perfect wife with wax, he carved wax figures again and again, forcing Yaoyao to help him.

Moreover, in order to make Yaoyao listen to him, he even cut off the tendon at the root of his daughter's little finger, making her unable to play her favorite piano for the rest of her life.

Time flies, Yaoyao was ten years old.

In the dimly lit basement, Mu Shock and joyful cheers came.

"I succeeded, Yaoyao, let me see, I succeeded in making your mother!" Mu Zhen looked at the beautiful face of Yaoyao's mother who had just come out of the mold, his eyes were red with excitement, "It's so beautiful, It's so beautiful, Yaoyao, look quickly, it's mom, it's your mom."

In three years, Mu Zhen used wax to make many wives.

But every time he was dissatisfied, the wife in his heart was perfect, without any flaws, and could not be blasphemed by anyone.

Today, he finally made a finished product that he was satisfied with.

Little Yaoyao was wearing a red dress. Her body was dirty, her expression was numb, her eyes were empty, and her body was covered with bruises and scars. She stared blankly at the wax figure that resembled her mother. She knew very well in her heart that it was not at all. Not her mother.

Resisting in my heart, I naturally couldn't show any joy on my face.

"Why are you unhappy?" Mu Zhen turned his eyes and asked Yaoyao closely.

Yaoyao's small body trembled in fright, "Dad, I didn't, I, I'm very happy."

Only then did Mu Zhen smile, "Yes, you should be happy, and I am too. Yaoyao, your mother is just a shell now, very fragile. Please don't touch your mother. I'll get the white wax and take your mother's body. Fill it well, and you're done."

Yaoyao numbly watched Mu Zhen walking away excitedly, she moved her steps, came to the table, looked at the woman's face made of candles, her eyes were full of longing, and she carefully reached out to stroke its face.

(End of this chapter)