The clown in the middle of the stage cut his arms towards the ground, rotting dead bodies, and performing some inferior and vulgar performances of throwing balls and hiding pigeons. He often plays strange things around him, as if he is very enjoying this kind of favorable treatment.

But ironically, no one in the entire Crown Square was enjoying these boring tricks. Gray and I watched the clown's one-man show coldly, and the dead bodies on the ground were already cold, so it was even more impossible to sit up and applaud him - I also saw that unlike the bones and blood set up by props, these rotten corpses on the ground were real people, and without exception, they were wearing the clothes of the playground security personnel.

The dead bodies were built up layer by layer, two stories high, roughly estimated that at least three hundred corpses were here.

The clown squeezed a puppy balloon with his bare hands, then let go of it in a funny way, and then burst into laughter at the balloons flying all over the field.

His laughter was sharp and unpleasant, and his vocal cords were as if sandpaper had been polished, but the sound was extremely loud and there was a subtle resonance. Under the collision of sound waves, it seemed that invisible audiences in every corner of the audience burst into laughter, twitching, crying, and hysterical...

"It's very interesting, sir."

I applauded and said sincerely to the clown in the center of the venue, "I can see your performance, my trip is worth the price."

The clown was almost dying of breath after laughing, but after I spoke, it seemed as if I pressed the pause button. It made people wonder if he really didn't breathe and laughed to death.

But he didn't say anything, just looked at me with a stern look, as if he was blaming me for rashly breaking into his territory.

The clown began to tear his funny clothes wildly, pointing at me angrily and said, "Go out! Go out! There are no clowns here! There are no clowns here! There are no performances for clowns! The freaks and deformities you want are in the cave next door! Get out!"

I nodded slightly, with a panic expression on my face, "Can you really not ask you to bring us happiness?"

The clown staggered a few steps, fell to the ground with a scattered look, and a bunch of inexplicable props fell out of his body, "Damn it, our world is already funny enough, why are there still people chasing me! I had to carve a smile on them all!"

He used two fingers to violently open the corners of his mouth, revealing the exaggerated and terrifying scars on the corners of his mouth.

"Do you know where the scar on my face come from? You bastards! Are you so keen to torture a patient with depression?"

I spread my hands and encouraged happily with a kind attitude towards my old friend, "Hey, man, cheer up! I heard that the great clown Pagriazzi is here, go see his performance! He will definitely cheer you up!"

Hearing what I said, the clown in the middle of the stage was suddenly shocked, covered her face and laughed uncontrollably, but she was crying in her voice, and she shouted in a hoarse voice: "But doctor... I am Pagriazzi!"

In an instant, the devices on both sides of the stage erupted wildly, and the thick black smoke instantly covered the entire audience. The bursting fireworks lost control and shot in all directions, violently as if they were destroying this space!

The violent smoke filled the underground stage. I tried hard to escape the obstacle in front of me and wanted to rush onto the stage. I shouted loudly, "Mr. Clown! Since we entered the playground, people have been harassed repeatedly. This is not a coincidence!"

But Crown Square seemed particularly quiet in the chaos, as if all the noise had nothing to do with me, and the deafening sounds just felt that it was a pale concealer of the deserted paleness.

I suddenly heard the clown's voice sound from outside the house, "Hahahahaha...hahahahaha... do you know why you need to use a knife to kill? Because you use a gun too fast! Do you know why you are not dead yet! Because you give up too fast! Hahahaha..."

The moment the crazy sound came, I ran out. I had no explanation, and I was so fast that Gray had no time to react.

I stumbled out of the castle and came to the ground covered by night again.

But when I observed this world, the noise and bustle of the whole world stopped.

The tourists on the Pterodactyl roller coaster held their hands high and lost movement on the second ramp of the seven large loops - powerful motivation made them die of hypoxia. The passengers of the jumping plane unbuttoned their seat belts at a high altitude, the passengers of the pirate ship shouted and jumped out of the air, the mechanical beasts of the Jurassic jungle trampled the entire boat to death, and the horns of the carousel also pierced the tourists who were seeking death...

In this world, there was a vacuum of sound at every location I saw. The queues on the avenue came to an end. The staff clapped like mechanical puppets, welcoming the guests who did not exist in front of them, and then turned into charred corpses, standing on the side of the road.

A black storm that was enough to destroy the world leaked out from the open-air theater, transforming into a black dragon flying wings, roaring around. I clearly saw that in the theater, a big hole that might have led to hell had been opened, and a giant monster with sharp claws on his body was shouting to the sky.

Its feet were stomping on the ruins of the ancient stone pillars, and a long blood-red tentacle occupied the position of its face. Whether it was its body or limbs, they were evil and twisted tentacles, making disgusting and fearful roars at all times, and were about to step out of the abyss step by step...

But in the chaos, many clowns suddenly surged from every corner of the street.

They were of different heights, fat and thin. They were stepping on wheelbarrows, playing balloons, changing magic, throwing frisbees, pushing apples, and blowing whistles. They were obviously unarmed, but they rushed towards the monsters in the open-air theater in various ridiculous postures.

On their faces, crazy weird laughter and horrified curses were staged one after another, and tears in the crazy laughter were dyed with inferior makeup. These funny clowns were not worth mentioning in front of the monsters.

When the airflow swept, they could only roll around the ground and try to approach its calves, but with just a glance, the clowns would fall into a complete madness and sit down on the ground and smile meaninglessly.

Since I came here, these clowns have tried to convey some news to us at different times and occasions. However, the weird and terrifying images and absurd behavior of clowns have made me completely unable to find the truth.

So I quietly hid the clues, pretended to be ignorant of the activity, and finally got the truth about this horrible playground!

This "Penniland" amusement park has always used cult sacrifice rituals to exchange for wealth, then disguised as accidental accidents to cover up the truth, and then reopened repeatedly through generous public relations, continuing with false joy.

But the clown's wife and daughter in the playground were chosen as sacrifices on the day she came to visit her husband and died in a man-made accident. In the collapse, he suddenly realized and began to reveal the truth, but he lost his job and lost his reputation. In the end, he could only print tabloids underground, trying to tell the public what he knew.

I took out a toy from my arms and broke my hand - there was a piece of clipping hidden inside, which read "The playground was originally a cult camp, and a fire on the carnival killed a hundred people." The blank space recorded the story in chaotic handwriting.

After contacting me, I gradually realized that these clowns were not unaware of the truth, but his words were transformed into crazy voices in this space; their behavior was not malicious, but in the eyes of these tourists who were about to be sacrificed, these clowns were the incarnations of terror.

Sadly, the rumors about the death clowns in the tabloids were created by him, just to scare away these tourists who come to visit and avoid more tragedies.

But in my eyes, these terrifying clowns in paradise are more like the incarnation of their self in their consciousness. They bring laughter and horror, both funny tricks and resistance. It can be said that the clowns I see are both projections of the evil self he used to make accomplices for the tiger in the past, and also the painful imprint he used to remember all the sins...

But from the moment, the sacrifice that year did not fail completely. It was just that it sank into the gap in this space by accident. After absorbing the sacrifices of creatures on the wasteland, it was finally about to summon a terrifying existence!

I blocked Gray behind me, endured the pain in my head like a turbulent pain, raised my right hand and turned the copper ring in my hand!

A dazzling light bloomed from my palm, driving away some dark storms and protecting the safety of the surrounding areas. But more darkness flew out from the cracks in the amphitheater and continued to flow into this world.

The giant monster roaring to the sky suddenly stretched out a tentacle, and a floating phantom appeared from the sharp mouth. The translucent woman with short hair glanced at me blankly, but it made me feel like I was struck by lightning...

Kate Winthrop!

A secret college student in a parallel world!

This guy in front of me is the "God of Thousand Faces"!

Familiar enemies can actually find me in the real world, so why can I track my place at any time?

But I tried my best to resist the erosion of dark negative emotions, and suddenly showed an exaggerated smile, "The God of Thousand Faces, your undevoted believer can summon you in just a few hundred lives. Such an appearance seems a bit cheap..."

Gray pushed me a little, worried that I was crazy because of despair, but I stared at a house in the distance.

"It's really a great irony that your crazy believers maintain superficial order! Are you really yourself like this?! I've long discovered that in places without amusement park staff, clowns will appear! And the appearance of clowns represents an opportunity!"

The house is tall and modern, with white walls and glass windows incompatible with the retro environment, and it is the most famous "midnight hospital" in this area.

On the top of the hospital, a thin and hunched figure was slowly standing up and standing in the strong wind. The clown I just saw under the castle was taking off the colorful wigs used for clowns to put on makeup, revealing a messy dark green curly hair. The colorful clothes on his body were also shattered in the tearing just now, so he simply tore them all off, revealing the purple shirt and green vest inside.

He waved his head twice with a knife, stood shakingly on the roof, looking around nervously, as if talking to the transparent person.

"You ask who I am? No, this question doesn't matter."

He murmured to himself, walking on the roof of the single-plank bridge, "I'm just chasing the dog running in a car. I don't know what I'm going to do, but if I catch up, I'll have something to do?"

Suddenly, he looked at the monster in the distance with no eyes, and then stood up after being blown by the strong wind. His hand was cut by a knife. But he suddenly didn't realize it, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Stop and stop...what you told me is actually in my mind. Look, it's here..." He gestured on his temple with a knife, "Day and night, every day and night, there are voices whispering inside, telling me that everyone is a fool... Oh yes, including you!"

He suddenly laughed wildly, "I'm very disappointed with you... really... hahahaha... I just want to create a little commotion, but you are not happy... I know that disrupting the original order will make everything become chaotic and interesting..."

The roaring monster began to twist, and a huge tentacle stretched out toward the roof, but the clowns on the roof were on the ground and stood up again in a panic, "Hahahahaha, a little resistance... I like this!"

The roaring monster began to trample on the giant pillars of the open-air temple, struggling to climb out of the abyss, but the clown's expression was particularly pleasant.

He spitted blood from his mouth and continued, "Some people say that bats are experts in the dark because they know how to use the fear of darkness. Since I know the wonderful uses of chaos, then I am the representative of chaos! Do you know the benefits of chaos? It can bring fairness!"

The monster let out a roar like the sky and the earth cracked, and the tentacles slapped the building wildly, trying to attack the bold ants.

I smiled coldly and said, "Grey, tell me, if there is a person like this who prays and sacrifices day and night under his nose, can he also summon real monsters?"

Gray behind me was stunned when he heard this. Maybe he was reminded of the scene of corpses and blood under the castle, and suddenly exclaimed: "What! Is there a sacrifice in the castle?!"

This sentence drifted far away with the wind, and was heard by me, but also by the clown.

At that moment, both the clown and I said something in a slightest way—the difference was that he used a laugh that was almost dead, and I said in a slightly critical tone: "Why so serious?"

This sentence seemed like a signal, and suddenly the fire in the hospital surged into the sky - a huge explosion happened after the clown pressed the button!

The eight supporting columns on the lower floor of the hospital haunted house broke together, causing the tall building to lose balance in an instant, and fell to the side like a landslide and crushed the open-air theater.

The collapsed gravel and fire did not cause damage to the roaring monsters, but the collapse of the building affected the temples and giant pillars in the field. Tens of thousands of tons of buildings collapsed into the cracks in the earth. The chain reaction caused all the matter to slide into the abyss quickly, as if it fell into the mouth of a monster that would never be enough, and disappeared into this bottomless pit.

The monster was also shaking and unable to stand. The tangled limbs lost the giant pillars that they stepped on, and gradually fell into this chaotic void. Even if the numerous hands and feet climbed together, they could not keep up with the speed of the space being swallowed and gradually fell into it...

There is no need to say anything about the scene of the sky falling and the earth breaking. Gray and I have fought to run towards the amusement park gate, fighting for life and death with the collapsed and fallen world!

"Boss, what happened! Who is that lunatic?"

Gray seemed to have recovered his strength and burst out with amazing speed to catch up with me, exclaiming in my ear.

I stared at the amusement park gate in the distance, listened to the roar of monsters that could destroy reason in my ears, and still heard an unconcealed, hysterical laughter...

"That's the clown god!"
Chapter completed!