Chapter 1036: 1034: Old Friends
The skull clown was sowhat surprised by the situation at the scene.
In his view, all ten people should have died, and even if they didn’t, they shouldn’t be able to stand, completely paralyzed, like the priest, and ntally disturbed.
He looked at the participant in front of him, covered by a black hood, with a fractured neck hanging limp and felt a sense of discord.
This person returned to the stage as a mber of the audience and was frightened even before starting to jump off. His neck was broken on the first throw, logically he should have been the first to die, yet he’s still alive now.
Moreover, the hood surprisingly didn’t co off at all.
The skull clown also took the initiative to walk behind William, wrapped his hands around the limping head, and ticulously reattached the neck.
Then, he ca to William’s front.
"Congratulations, hey... congratulations."
He initially wanted to pat William’s chest to celebrate but found it troubleso to think about putting a stranger to work in the Clown House.
"By the way, can you take off the hood? Face recognition is required for formal employnt."
Under the black hood, William spoke with a trembling voice, "I... I’m feeling weak all over, can’t lift my arms. Could you help
remove it?"
"Alright."
The skull clown, without any airs of a leader, reached out and grabbed the sides of the hood, pulling it upward.
As the hood moved up, exposing the chin seed normal, but when the lips ca into view, a bright red color made the clown quite uncomfortable.
The red was too vivid, resembling ’clown red.’
The hood continued moving upward.
This person’s lips didn’t close, revealing gums full of gri, seemingly remnants of vomit from the first throw.
On top of the gums, disgusting yellow teeth protruded haphazardly, desperately wanting to show themselves.
Although it was just a row of teeth, it awoke long-buried deep mories, the most painful mories, within the skull clown.
The gray-white paint on the clown’s body slowly showed red with his emotional shifts.
Such dirty yellow teeth are relatively common for unhygienic people.
Continuing upward with the mask,
The densely populated proliferating yellow teeth beca fully visible, surrounded by vivid red lips,
Too alike, too like the existence often appearing in the clown’s nightmares, that bloated, extrely disgusting existence, the foulest existence of the entire Old World. ??ＡＮǒ????s??
Also, the forr master of the Clown House.
"You...are..."
As the skull clown posed the question,
The tightly shut yellow teeth slowly opened,
Even before speaking, the skull clown’s gaze was fully captivated by the mouth’s scene,
The entire oral cavity was swollen and writhing with protrusions, even with completely separate fleshy structures, a rotten tongue slowly erged from the deep, slapping against the surface of teeth and tumors, making a sound.
There’s no mistake.
This ti the skull clown can completely determine the other’s identity, the gray lines of paint on his body instantly turned red,
Swoosh!
His protruding and shriveled back directly tore out a pair of blood-red wings,
the whole person’s ntal state underwent a 180 transformation, from depression to mania.
[Bipolar disorder (BD)], usually in a depressive state, once stimulated switches imdiately to mania, with heightened thoughts, rampant ideas, and strengthened will.
The facial skull paint also reflected a golden glow.
"Art?"
With this na uttered, the clown’s palm had already landed on William’s chest.
A concept similar to [jumping off a building] was attached, with several tis the infusion, equivalent to an imnsely powerful force pushing William to the edge.
Boom!
A huge human-shaped crater was smashed at the edge of the stage, and the entire theater felt the vibration caused by the impact.
[Upper District of the Circus]
Core mbers wanted to stop the clown’s over-the-top actions but were suppressed in their seats by an unseen force.
The blue-haired magician responsible for performing magic for William and others was sowhat anxious, "Boss? That clown has already broken the rules and is in a manic state, if suppressed, other audience mbers will be killed."
A magnetically charming man’s voice ca from the darkness, "Don’t rush, as long as his main target isn’t dead, other audience mbers won’t be in life-threatening danger, just consider it an unexpected performance."
"Still alive? But it was the clown’s full jumping off!"
"Just wait and see... this audience is quite special."
...
Suspended mid-air, the skull clown emitted a strong impulse to kill, his pupil fixated on the human-shaped crater, knowing full well the target would not die so easily.
Clunk!
A stone rolled at the crater’s edge, William, still hooded, walked out again, seemingly unhard.
Even the hood remained in the state where it had brushed the lips, unchanged. The rotten, pus-ridden tongue licked the surface of the yellow teeth, making just looking unbearable.
In a manic state, the five fingers spread open.
The effect of jumping off was activated once again,
This ti the ground was set as his palm, William, just erging from the crater, imdiately felt the multiplied gravity yanking him toward the clown’s palm.
Smack!
The neck heavily ramd into the clown’s palm-neck, the sound of bones breaking audible once more.
The yellow teeth then parted, issuing a whisper.
"Bipolar disorder, and the gravity manipulation of jumping off~ not bad... just need improvent in emotional managent and dialectical reasoning.
Co, try your best tactics."
The madness brain’s hypnotic stimulus pressed the skull clown, firmly pinning William to the ground, drawing out the intestinal organization from his abdon as restraint to fix his limbs. .
"Oh? What are you trying to do?"
William did not resist but lay calmly on the ground.
The clown imdiately soared using the red wings on his back, heading to the highest point of the circus, freely falling from the apex area.
During the descent, the clown suddenly opened his mouth and started laughing wildly.
His falling acceleration was tens of tis the normal gravitational acceleration, swiftly his skin burned completely under the intense friction with air, transforming into a blazing skull.
The burning skull continued with its perverted smile.
Even William slightly frowned, sensing a tinge of threat, the madness brain had simulated the scene after the collision.
Equivalent to a mini-nuclear explosion inside the venue.
As the impact approached, the skull clown’s speed abruptly decreased,
Not stopped by others but by himself. Before colliding with William, he paused and flipped backward landing to one side.
His entire body regenerated with flesh and skin, wings retracted, blood-red paint reverting to gray.
Returning again to the initial depressive state,
"Such an impact would destroy the circus tent, I can’t do it indoors, it’ll be troubleso afterward... Moreover, Art is already dead~ I confird this long ago.
To mimic Art so realistically, there’s only one person.
The forr Chief Actor of the circus - William Behrens, is it you, senior?"
"Oh!? You’re much more capable than I imagined." William easily broke free from restraint, bounced up, and embraced the new clown.
"Ta-da! You guessed right, it’s , William! Co on, help
unveil the hood."
"Alright, senior!"
With trembling hands, the skull clown fully unveiled the black mask, revealing William’s face,
Suddenly, a strong pressure descended from above,
Boom!
A robust body heavily crashed to the ground, the air waves spread throughout the venue, all audience mbers beca limp, slumped in their respective positions.
Even the skull clown fell to a half-kneeling posture,
William also struggled to breathe, looking up toward the dust-laden direction.
The outline of a rabbit hood gradually beca visible, along with a pair of blood-red rabbit eyes, seeming to glare at William.
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