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Zhang Cheng's pupils shrank, his body struggled, and he looked at Yu Yuze who was holding a saw and looking at him indifferently. He looked frightened and said in a trembling voice: "You can't be serious, right? Hey! If you really tell the difference, you will die!"

"Ding ding ding..."

He struggled greatly, and the chains kept shaking, but they still held him firmly.

"Hey! I'm really going to die!" Zhang Cheng opened his eyes wide in fear, and tears unconsciously overflowed from his eyes and dripped on the long table.

He tilted his head and stared at the magician standing aside, with a deep prayer in his eyes: "I won't participate anymore! Let me go! You can change someone else! Just the one next to me! He was also very active at the time! Change him! Change him. He is the same!"

The magician smiled, folded his hands, pressed on the top of his cane, lowered his eyes, and softly uttered words that made him extremely desperate: "I'm sorry, guest. Once you decide on the assistant, and the assistant is willing to participate in the performance, you can't go back on it. If you regret it, the outcome will not be good, and maybe the ending of not dying will change..."

Zhang Cheng's eyes widened, he struggled desperately and screamed loudly.

Yu Yuze's fingertips moved slightly, and black energy emerged from Zhang Cheng's body, wrapping around his noisy mouth and silencing his voice. At the same time, he picked up the saw, held down his wrist, aimed at the wrist crease, and quickly cut it down.

"Ding ding ding..."

Zhang Cheng screamed silently, his arm detached from his wrist, and he raised it into the air. Blood spurted out, flowing all over his body, covering the table in an instant, and splashing onto the ground to form a puddle.

Yu Yuze took a step back to avoid the splattered blood. Black air emerged from his body and wrapped around Zhang Cheng's body. One of the strands stretched into a net and attached to the severed hand. The gushing blood suddenly stopped, leaving only a trace. Bright red still flows from the veins.

He tilted his head and unconsciously looked at the sofa. He was surprised to find that the magician had been sitting with Song Nan at some point, and he put a hand on his shoulder and half held his cute and weak brother in his arms!

While attracting Song Nan's attention, the magician reached out to block his eyes to prevent him from seeing this bloody scene. When he noticed Yu Yuze's gaze, he raised the corners of his mouth and leaned closer to Song Nan, almost He was fully embraced.

He smiled at Yu Yuze and said silently: Hurry up, otherwise you will scare him.

Yu Yuze lowered the corner of his mouth, withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhang Cheng who was struggling and moving, and said expressionlessly: "Don't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Cheng's movements suddenly stopped, as if he was nailed to the table by something invisible. He could only stare wide-eyed and cry in fear.

Yu Yuze lowered his eyes, stopped procrastinating, raised the saw, held down his arm, and cleanly aimed at each of his elbow joints, head, neck and other places. Every time a part was cut, black air would wrap around the arm. mouth to slow down blood flow.

Soon, he retracted his action, walked up to the magician with a sullen face, and returned the saw to him: "It's done."

The magician smiled warmly, let go of Song Nan, took the saw, took out a white handkerchief to wipe off the remaining blood on the metal surface, and then stuffed the saw back into his top hat. Then he walked slowly to Zhang Cheng and saw Zhang Cheng's face. He looked like he was slightly shrinking his pupils.

Zhang Cheng was indeed divided into 14 pieces, and even his head and neck were separated from his body. But the strange thing was that he was not dead. He still stared in fear and cried with eyes wide open. However, he was quite depressed and his whole body was full of pain. There was a sense of death.

Yu Yuze covered Song Nan's eyes and challenged the surprised magician: "Magician, I did it, but can you make him recover?"

The magician paused, turned around, and smiled slightly at him: "Recovery?"

Yu Yuze nodded, hugged Song Nan, sat in his arms facing him, held down his head to prevent him from looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, and then raised his eyes to meet the magician's decent smile that always hung on his face: "Isn't this magic a way to separate people and then put them back together again?"

He stretched out his hand to rub Song Nan's head, his fingertips kept running through the soft hair, and silently said: It doesn't matter if my hands are dirty, but it won't be okay if he gets them dirty.

Although he must have been stained with a lot of blood as a player, he still didn't want to see Song Nan feel guilty because of this, feeling that he had indirectly killed Zhang Cheng.

The magician paused, then raised the corners of his mouth, held the brim of his hat, raised it slightly, and saluted respectfully: "Of course."

"Crack~"

He snapped his fingers and threw the white top hat over Zhang Cheng. Countless white doves flew out of the hat and turned into white light to wrap around Zhang Cheng's broken body.

The last two white doves flew out, holding white sheets in their mouths, and lightly covered Zhang Cheng's body, but they were not completely covered, but floated in the air with two corners in their mouths.

The magician reached out to catch the top hat, twirled it around, put it back on his head, bowed, and saluted gracefully: "Then, it's time to witness the miracle."

"Crack~"

The white dove flew upwards with the white sheet in its mouth, revealing the bare skin underneath, with skin as smooth as a newborn's.

Zhang Cheng lowered his head, and the originally separated parts had been reconnected, but the connection was slightly pink, as if new flesh had just grown and had not yet recovered to be the same as the surrounding skin.

He slowly raised his head and opened his eyes, but those eyes were dim and lifeless.

The magician smiled, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked gently: "Guest, how are you?"

Zhang Cheng was shocked, and turned his head blankly. He looked into the magician's dark eyes, and light gradually appeared in his eyes. He stumbled off the table, awkwardly adjusted his limbs, looked at the magician's smile, and stiffly raised the corner of his mouth: "I am fine."

The magician nodded, and the white dove flapped its wings and wrapped the snow-white sheet around him as a simple piece of clothing.

After doing this, he looked at Yu Yuze with his dark eyes and showed a warm smile.

Yu Yuze lowered the corners of his mouth, and when his expression was no longer rigid, Zhang Cheng returned to his usual appearance and lowered his eyes.

The black energy surrounding him did not disappear. On the contrary, more black energy came out of his body, more and more... That was because other than him, it would only attach to the dying person, or it might be caused by his own body. The breath produced by dead people - the breath of death.

"My magic has been completed. Next, the stage will be handed over to the joker, who will give everyone the final performance." The magician raised his top hat and saluted gracefully, "Everyone, see you next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared, leaving only three white doves flying above the three people, turning into white light and surrounding them, and disappeared in an instant.

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Song Nan and Yu Yuze returned to the steps of the arena. As soon as they appeared, the woman next to them came over and said, "Have you seen the magician? What does he look like?"

Song Nan looked up with a puzzled expression: "Can't you see his appearance clearly from above?"

The woman waved her hands, feeling a little depressed: "How is it possible to see clearly? The view from above is indeed good, but the magician and joker have magic on them. No one can see their appearance clearly, but just listening to their voices, they can imagine How charming they are~"

Her face was slightly red, looking like she was yearning for spring. She held her cheek and looked at the clown walking out of the circus tent.

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, seeing that she was immersed in it, tilting her head to look below the arena.

Sure enough, there were two more booths below, inside which sat the player who killed the lion and Zhang Cheng. Their clothes also turned into exaggerated circus costumes. Like Zeng Xinman and Shen Lan, they also seemed to be in a coma. Sitting on the seat with his eyes closed, he was being discussed by the "nobles" on the steps.