The clown's crappy speech continued, and he didn't have to listen to him. Just look at his very unhappy and not very good-looking face, and you know that he was extremely bored with what he was doing now.

Everyone in the hall was stunned. They didn't know how they angered the god, why he took his anger on him, and the most important thing was why this "God" was different from what he thought about.

So, for a moment, a dead silence enveloped the surroundings.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not here to humiliate you, but I'm not very good at lying, so I didn't pretend to like you very much just now, so I have to apologize to everyone, right?"

As he said that, the clown smiled...but the result of doing so is better than not apologizing.

The discussion began to appear gradually, and some people who were still kneeling down and bowing were stunned on the ground, at a loss.

"So... are you afraid of death?" At this time, the clown didn't care about the strangeness in the crowd and said to himself.

I have to admit that Ziliang and others are still pretending to be very good in Parker's story, so even the clown's current virtues still ignited the fighting spirit of many people.

"Not afraid!" shouted.

With this, a man had already stood up, but it was a man. In fact, this guy was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. His thin body made him look even smaller than a normal-age child.

"Oh? Are you not afraid of death?" The clown smiled and turned his head to the child.

"Yes! I'm not afraid!"

The child's voice was obviously excited. Perhaps in his consciousness, it would be an honor to be able to make "God" look at it like this.

"So that's how it is." The clown nodded: "So... have you died?"

"Uh?" The child was stunned and thought...what is this problem?

"You must have never died, I can see it." The clown said, then his eyes left the child and swept everyone in front of him: "You have never died... and I can see that you are all afraid of death, otherwise why are you doing here? Do you like to play a large house where hundreds of people gather together? You can rush out, point at the sky and curse a few times, use your lower body to point at the sky, and then your brains are broken out after being shot... Well, if I had wanted to see that scene before, it would have been very interesting."

"So, whether you admit it or not, you are all afraid of death... There is nothing to laugh at about here, and I am afraid of death."

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to explode uncontrollably.

God will die?

Is God afraid of death?

In any kind of war, a "hero image" is essential, because it is a kind of hope, a totem, among the weak crowd, there is a character who can go to heaven and earth and be invincible on his side. The sense of glory and self-comfort brought to people is more effective than guns, cannons and bullets.

Therefore, throughout the ages, there have been countless "heroes", god-like snipers, and the god of war who enters and exits seven times in the enemy's army, making people feel that as long as they follow these guys, they will not lose. All their efforts are worth it, because they will eventually win.

Although most of these so-called "heroes" are just packaged.

And when a "God" admits in front of his believers, he is actually afraid of death and will die, his "divine nature" will basically be broken.

The clown should know this kind of psychology, um... maybe he didn't know, he just came over and chatted a few words a little reluctantly.

"......but I'm not afraid of death..." He continued, "but I'm afraid of the consequences of death. Because after death, there's nothing to do, that's really bad. If you can't listen or watch, that's so boring... Well, I'm just afraid of boredom."

"I'm afraid that I'm so bored like you."

"So...if that's the case, you're nothing to be afraid of...because you're already bored to death." The clown suddenly changed his mind and looked at the people in front of him helplessly: "You have a yearning, but it's impossible to achieve it. Do you like money? Many people like money, or, you like women, just the kind of shaking your butt in front of you, it's casual, anyway, you will never get those."

"I don't know why you treat me as 'God'. If I were God, then I would definitely not be your God. Hi, you..." The clown pointed to the child who volunteered to face the death: "Do you have someone you like?"

The child was stunned... "Like..."

"I like, don't you have a woman who has repeatedly illusions in your mind before going to bed at night?" said the clown.

"I...I..." The child didn't know why "God" asked such a question, so he stammered.

The clown's eyes casually swept across the crowd, and then frozen on a girl's face. The girl looked about the same age as the boy, with freckles on her face, but in this gray environment, it still gave people a clean feeling.

The clown smiled, then strode into the crowd.

The crowd dispersed for him, and the clown came to the girl... and actually grabbed her.

In a very standard "hijacking" posture, the clown's arms wrapped around the girl's neck, tightly tying her in front of him, and, somewhere, had already taken out a knife and pressed it against the little girl's cheek.

Everyone was shocked at this moment. What is this "God" doing?

"Why...why is this happening! Let her go!"

Some people shouted, some people struggled a few times, picked up their guns and pointed them at the clown.

"Yo~Yo~ You don't think of me as a god, why are you pointing a gun at me?" The clown smiled: "Actually you can shoot. My body is very fragile. Just one bullet can claim my name, just like this little girl."

He said, the little girl had been scared silly, her body was shaking constantly, and she even forgot to cry.

In the crowd, the boy rushed out just now.

"Let her go!" he yelled. If it weren't for the fact that a few adults were stopping him, he would probably have rushed to the clown.

"Hehe, this is your little girlfriend. Well... it's so beautiful." The clown said, "But if she had stabbed her in the face, it might not have been like this."

Before he finished speaking, the blade in the clown's hand actually slid gently across the girl's face, and a blood mark appeared clearly on the girl's face with the movement.

“Ah—ahhh———”

The pain finally made the girl feel refreshed, and she burst into screams.

On the other hand, Hannibal couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked up: "The scene is a little out of control. We shouldn't let that lunatic do such a thing!"

However, Ziliang still reached out and stopped Hannibal.
Chapter completed!