The stars at the Langya Lake were dim late at night, and the fine grass on the ground was wet with dew and collapsed to the ground, as if they were collectively falling into a deep sleep. At this time, the waning moon was approaching, and the vast night was finally coming to an end.

The two men who were swimming out of the shallow water by the lake stood up in a daze, looked at the bleak night view around them, and then looked at the muddy water in their bodies. A cool breeze blew onto their wet clothes, and couldn't help but chill and walked into the ground at the same time.

"Hiss... so cold!" Gray gasped and said.

Gray was still wearing a wind-proof and water-proof animal skin robe, so I was wearing a cold set of close-fitting armor. When I walked, the armor was cold and the water vapor was cold, just as cold as the day when the little match girl was frozen to death.

I was so disappointed that I drove the road ahead, "It's so unlucky. This time, not only did I not find my way back, but I got into trouble with the guy "The God of Thousand Faces". Did Dad Hook deliberately cheat me? I also regarded my experience in serving sentences as service experience... I can't deal with such a monster any time I see it!"

Gray said in a question: "Boss Marcus, have you seen this monster before?"

I curled my lips and said, "I have not only seen him, but also offended him... and I also warned me to be careful after school, and to offend him if I see him every time I beat him again in the future."

Grey looked at me in disbelief: "This...what the hell is going on? Boss, what did you do?!"

I finally stepped on the solid ground, kicked off the mud on the soles of my shoes, scooped up a handful of water and washed my face, allowing the cold liquid to flow through my face, soothe my nerves that were still in high tension.

"Don't ask too much, knowing too much can easily cause psychological stress. If it's an accident this time, then I'll be unlucky and step on shit."

I said with some repression, "But this possibility is too small. A philosopher said - it is impossible for people to step on the same piece of shit twice!"

"...Boss, I'm sure the philosopher can't study feces."

I said without caring: "Oh, then that wouldn't it be what Lu Xun said? I mean, if this is not a coincidence, then the 'God of Thousand Faces' is likely to have already targeted me from the real world level. I am more worried that such a thing will affect the ore town..."

Gray was also shocked when he heard this, "If such a doomsday happened in the town..." He stood there and gritted his teeth, then tightened the hem of his robe and followed my pace. "We must go back immediately! Maybe we have no way to stop it, but if the town does not have our warning, it will definitely face destruction!"

I really want to tell him that the destruction he said almost happened decades ago, but we signed a confidentiality agreement to disclose the incident in 1999...

Oh no, it’s the old miners’ affairs that involve meme spread, and I can’t disclose them to the public, so I just let him worry about it.

It is always good to maintain a little positive and optimistic spirit.

Gray lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly looked up and said, "Boss, if we had that clown-like method, would we be able to stop the monster?"

When I heard this, my mood became even heavier, because it reminded me of Mr. Rhodes from another world.

After making tragic sacrifices and doing all the human means, we thought we had won and drove out this terrifying existence, but the souls of the victims were still imprisoned, and the whole world continued to be shrouded in the shadow of the "God of Thousand Faces".

This terrifying existence is not only a crushing force, but also a wonderful evil taste. He likes to watch humans struggle in despair and finally despair in the struggle.

According to the temper of the "God of Thousand Faces", the terrifying "Penniland" amusement park will never disappear because of the clown's actions.

The space may have fallen into the vortex of space and time at the moment when the summoning ceremony begins, and is exiled like a fragment in the void, and the sacrifice of that day continues to repeat.

The end of this hell carnival is in the bustling and crowded environment of the amusement park, and no one can find an exit to escape. Then, a terrifying and cruel thing happened, and the amusement park was covered with blood and no one survived.

The next day, the amusement park will be open as always, with the equipment spotless. The staff enthusiastically said to the tourists: "Welcome to the amusement park, this is your home!", as if something happened yesterday had never happened.

After hearing my guess, Grey shivered, as if he was shrouded in the despair of the doomsday. He couldn't help but ask, "But the summoned clown has broken all this, right?"

I shook my head, "He successfully prevented the arrival of terror, but it does not mean that he will win. In the face of such terror, a person's power cannot change the problem. Even if he is Zhou Ke'er - this is also a problem I have been thinking about..."

"I guess whether it is the original clown or the guy summoned by the sacrifice, he is trapped by this terrifying space and joins this endless hustle and bustle..."

Gray said dejectedly: "Can't even the clown god do it..."

I looked at the forest with branches swaying in the distance, stepped on the gravel road gently, and took a deep breath of fresh air to drive away the melancholy in my heart.

I also had a sense of luck in my heart. What if the clown I met really had the ability to reverse everything and use chaos to bring the fairness in his mouth? But the next second, I immediately denied this possibility...

Because he answered Rorschach's lines.

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Before morning came, Grey and I had already walked back to the Cypress Clan, and we could see the village's wooden stake exterior walls and simple tribal buildings from a distance.

Widths of smoke from cooking have risen from the wooden tent, and it has risen along the hole at the top of the tent, forming a unique blue cloud air that has enveloped the tribe.

The young tribal warriors had already joined the central open space with their spears and bows and arrows, fighting each other and starting a fierce battle.

But these pastoral scenes in Makino are just the appearance of peace of this tribe. In the middle of the territory among the clans, seven or eight camels were tied up in large numbers, and there were lying at the same number of dead bodies, and some goods were piled up on the ground.

Judging from my experience, these are definitely not goods obtained from robbing the caravan.

They should have robbed an army.

Otherwise, why are there blood-stained wooden armor, totem masks, wooden spears, and dry food supplies for marching? Which caravan wants to do business with weapons? Is the East India Company?

But Gray obviously didn't find any problem. When he saw this scene, his face turned dark. He walked to the tribe youth and scolded him: "Senbo! I have forbidden you to go out and rob! Why do you still do such a thing without authorization!"

Senbo, who was standing in front of the team and was wiping the bloodstains of the mace, turned around and saw that the chief appeared. He immediately lowered his head and said nothing, with an honest expression of beating or scolding.

Another tribe member whispered: "Chief... This is really not what we robbed, it was them who sent it..."

Before Gray could react, Senbo's slap came roaring and knocked the guy two meters away.

Seeing this scene, Gray said helplessly: "You have disappointed me so much! Did you do it without reporting the old shaman?!"

Senbo hesitated for a moment and whispered: "We...we said..."

Gray asked, "What do you say about the shaman?"

Senbo pointed to the lonely tent in the distance, "The old shaman asked us to kill him quickly, and just send him a leader to question..."
Chapter completed!