Chapter 1822: Chapter 1819: The Director and the Rewards
With the gunshot ending.
The venue imdiately lit up with the corresponding number of “spotlights,” illuminating the audience who lost their lives to gambling… Sizzle! White smoke rose, and the corpses evaporated and disappeared in a short ti, without leaving a trace of sll.
These worthless bodies have no value even as ‘fertilizer’ in the circus’s view.
Gracy, the actor playing [Young Master], was almost scared to wet his pants again by the mass execution, luckily he had emptied all the residual fluid from his body earlier in the basent.
Little Voss was no longer pretending to be a cat and nodded slightly to Han Dong in thanks as he got up.
However, his peripheral vision secretly lingered on the heart beating in Han Dong’s hand, which was the true culprit of “Startling Night.”
Unexpectedly, Han Dong, who was stitching his face with needle and thread, suddenly turned, smiling and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in a heart of this level. I’m just preserving it to return it to the circus.”
Upon hearing this, Little Voss imdiately looked away.
Originally, it was thought that the leader would co on stage next to review and award the survivors of the stage play… Unexpectedly, a stranger slowly erged from the darkness, seemingly also a mber of the circus team.
A middle-aged man wearing a white coat and loose shorts, akin to a doctor, slowly ca to the stage front,
A person in middle age, with not much hair left.
Moreover, the entire person’s complexion was pale, every movent appeared weak and powerless, and breathing was faint and rapid, seemingly having significant heart issues and could suddenly die here at any ti.
Moving his steps, he arrived in front of Han Dong.
“Cough cough cough… Thank you for your wonderful performance.
The total duration of this “Startling Night” was 6 hours and 30 minutes, with a final performance score of [93] points, ranking second in all previous stage play performances.
The entire play is credited to your best performance. The prize from the circus will be delivered to your personal suite shortly.
I am the “Director” Christian Villa, delighted to cooperate with you all.”
“Director?”
As soon as the words fell.
The director lifted his white coat…
Thump thump!
For a mont, the sound of heartbeats at different frequencies echoed in the venue.
Even Han Dong was slightly surprised by the scene in front of him, but his expression did not change much, implying he might have so earlier guesses.
The director’s body could be terd as a [Heart Nest], his seemingly skinny body was filled with heart-clad flesh grooves from front to back, each heart unique in its own rhythm and structural form.
The heart used for the play “Startling Night” was just one among them, corresponding to the flesh groove on the left waist and abdon.
[Actor-Matthew] had never been a circus team mber from the start, rely a handyman or the director’s assistant.
The setup of the entire play, the script, scene construction, and requirents for actors were all the director’s masterpiece… Regardless of who lives or dies in the end, he had no concern, only caring about the show’s overall effect and final score.
Even if Miss Fima had truly killed Han Dong and beca the ultimate winner of the play.
She would have rely secured a chance to perform odd jobs for the circus, relying on the director to survive, reduced to a slave less than a dog.
If she knew such an outco, she might really have plunged the dagger into her heart to seek liberation through death.
Han Dong didn’t say much more, returning the heart to the director.
When the damaged heart was reattached to the body, its surface wounds quickly healed, reintegrating into the director’s circulatory system.
With this, the stage play ca to a complete end.
As the director and Han Dong passed each other,
He spoke in an extrely weak voice, only audible to the two of them:
“In light of your help in retrieving the heart, I will keep your secret about using [The Eye] during the performance… Mr. Clown.
Bajins is more troubleso to deal with than , I hope you’re prepared.”
Han Dong just smiled slightly, finding this person quite interesting.
He walked straight back to his front-row seat, adjusting it to a 45° reclining position, and started eating barbecue-flavored chips.
Between the curtains.
The director did not imdiately leave; using the intermission, he dragged his seemingly frail body towards the charred mansion.
About five minutes passed, and sothing lifted the building’s remains.
A bulky man wearing a stitched pig’s head followed the director, climbing out from the underground area… The gouged chest had been fitted with a completely different black-gold heart.
The chief cook’s actor-Cliff was chosen as a “Special Actor” and will henceforth work alongside the director, receiving better treatnt than regular actors and more freedom.
Everyone could guess that a show starring this Pig-Head Butcher would surely have a high death rate.
Han Dong looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction, “Quite nice, the chief cook’s ‘talent’ is pretty decent, even in Derry Town’s Human Demon Club, it can reach a relatively high level… Living this way is certainly much better than dying.”
As the director stepped off the stage.
Clouds of black mist completely covered the stage area, engulfing the mansion remains, causing them to vanish.
anwhile, three staff mbers wearing animal masks approached Han Dong and the others’ seats to distribute the stage play’s rewards.
Han Dong received a gilded gift box, which looked quite extraordinary.
“Even though it’s well-packaged, it should only be a small gift… After all, the stage play is just one segnt of the circus performance; the dog I played also didn’t achieve a perfect score.”
When Han Dong opened the golden gift box, what lay before him made him slightly frown.
A “Circus mbership Card” emitting black aura with an eye mark engraved on the back.
…
Not far away.
The actor playing [Young Master] – Gracy, was also seated at the front.
The server wearing a reindeer mask approached him, scaring him to stand up abruptly, thinking soone was coming to claim his life.
Only when the “Black Gift Box” was handed to him did he rember it was the reward he just won from the stage play.
Thinking it over, he felt like his only contribution during the stage play was the last urine… The rest of his performance was abysmal, even he didn’t know why he survived.
“With my performance, I don’t deserve any reward; perhaps the circus would give
sothing ironic… For example, gifting
a handgun for suicide would not be surprising.”
Gracy was still curious about what the gift actually was,
When he lifted the box lid,
Swoosh! A black and white arm simultaneously reached out, grabbing his head, making it impossible to break free.
Following right after.
A half-woeful, half-happy black and white head erged from the box, pressing against the terrified Gracy’s face.
“Your [luck] is really good! Even in my experience, it ranks in the top ten… though you’re too timid, but that can be slowly trained.
You don’t need to participate in the next program, co with .”
Before Gracy could even agree,
He was directly pulled into the box by the clown, along with the black box, vanishing altogether.
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