The killing clown crawled down from the head of the corpse and said to the ghost of the previous man: "Go and take me to the scene."

The ghost nodded and walked towards a remote corner with the clown.

I saw a man pushing several women into the corner, raising a dagger in his hand, and his mouth grew, as if he was shouting something.

The man's eyes were filled with the turbid and fierce light of desire, and he was still motionless.

The clown walked up and shook his hand in front of the man's eyes.

"Hahaha, so cute, he can't see me at all."

The clown joked at the ghost of the man beside him.

The man hurriedly said something to the clown, and kept kneeling and kowtowing.

The clown shook his head and sighed, "I can only save your wife and daughter, but I won't do anything like killing people."

The clown hummed a little tune and took the dagger from the man who was standing still and handed it to the ghost.

The ghost's face was full of disbelief.

After death, everything in the real world can no longer be touched.

But at this moment, he was actually holding the dagger.

The clown leaned over the ghost's ear and lowered his voice and said, "Blood debt is paid for blood."

The ghost looked at the dagger in his hand, then looked at the man who stood there, let out a silent roar and rushed forward.

Blood splattered.

The clown turned around.

He looked at the ghosts who were following him and made a move to silence.

The ghosts were originally begging him, but when they saw his actions, they were immediately scared to move.

Suddenly, the clown yelled:

“The amusement park is about to close, and there is still the last three minutes of carnival time!”

The ghosts scattered in a hurry.

This is their only chance to take revenge after they are killed.

All the ghosts were like crazy, pounced on the chaos.

The killing begins again.

But this time it was not chaos, but revenge.

Blood debt and blood repayment!

Suddenly, a roar full of pain sounded: "Damn it, who is this psychedelic technique, you trash dare to come and attack me, and you all die!"

The killing clown tilted his head and was about to sweep in the direction where the sound came.

Although his magic is strong, his strength is not strong enough after all.

There are still some particularly powerful existences in this world, or life that are born immune to attacks, which have gradually woken up.

But before the killing clown moved, a few sword lights suddenly flashed in the sky.

The tyrannical roar disappeared immediately.

The killing clown raised his head and waved to the sky.

“It’s so happy to have support!”

The clown laughed.

He no longer worries about those too powerful guys, and began to play comfortably, humming the tunes, and dance lightly between the corpse and the pool of blood.

Occasionally, when you encounter a chaotic person or two that ghosts cannot kill, the clown will step forward and carefully cut off the other person's head with a long hook.

Three minutes.

It ends soon.

All living people return to normal.

The mother and daughter who were forced to the corner were full of despair and sorrow, but suddenly found that the thug in front of her had fallen to the ground.

The thug was covered in blood, and his whole body was chopped up in an unexpected state. He fell to the ground, and his breath was gone.

A ghost stands in front of the thug's body.

He smiled at his wife and daughter, and his whole outline gradually disappeared.

The dagger jingled and landed on the ground.

With the ability of the clown, he completed his last guard.
Chapter completed!