Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Mr. Han, please take this pot." The clown put the pot into Han Xu's hand.

Han Xu's eyes were straightened, he stretched out his hand mechanically, took the pot, and held it in his hand, in a daze, as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.

"What's your favorite drink?" The clown asked with a smile on his face.

"I...I like to drink tea." Han Xu opened his mouth dumbly, his voice seemed to be pinched in his throat, and his voice was very hoarse.

Everyone's emotions began to agitate: he began to be afraid!

"Tea," the clown nodded and said, "What kind of tea do you like best?"

"I like black tea." Han Xu opened his mouth mechanically, as if he had no soul, and his eyes looked directly at a void, without focal length or focus.

"Mr. Han said that he likes to drink black tea." The clown blew a kiss to the audience, "Come on, let's make Mr. Han his favorite black tea!"

The clown patted Han Xu on the shoulder, and took out a huge glass cup from his hat, about the size of an adult man's head, transparent and shiny.

"Mr. Han, please pour water into the cup." The clown handed the cup to Han Xu.

Han Xu slowly raised his head to look at him, then nodded slowly, took the cup, pointed the spout to the glass, and made a gesture of pouring water.

The clown put the microphone close to the cup, and the sound of the water flow was amplified and transmitted to everyone's ears.

Ding Mu's cell phone vibrated the moment the spout began to flow out.

He took it out and saw that the red number had increased by one unit.

That means, the internal kills of NPCs are also counted as their heads?

"The clown is the BOSS." Guan Yi also received the message. After seeing the scarlet letter, he nodded, "I said that the one we randomly found this time is obviously the white road."

"Bai Lu?" Ding Mu was a little puzzled.

"The white road is easier than the night road, but this is your first time, so for you, this is the night road." Guan Yi explained, "Look at the cup in that person's hand."

Ding Mu followed his hand and found that the pot in Han Xu's hand was slowly flowing out of a milky white liquid, which was a bit viscous, but still able to flow.

Han Xu's face became paler.

The clown put his hands behind his back to support his body, smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Han is very tired."

Han Xu's hands began to tremble, but he still held the object tightly.

Everyone looked at the milky white liquid, puzzled.

How can black tea be white?Moreover, the transparency of this tea soup is very low, like milk, not tea.

The liquid coming out of the spout gradually decreased, and the clown frowned and said, "No, the cup is not full yet."

He patted Han Xu on the back and encouraged: "Mr. Han, come on."

Han Xu's expression gradually became stiff.

At the same time, the people present heard a spine-chilling "click" sound, as if something was being broken.

Afterwards, they saw that Han Xu's head was gradually deflated, and his face was gradually sunken into a crying appearance, as if the skull supporting the scalp had been stolen, leaving only a piece of skin.

The sound of "clicking" gradually became louder, and red liquid gradually flowed out of the teapot.

There was a dead silence, and everyone finally knew why the kettle could flow white water smoothly.

Because what Han Xu poured out was his own brain.

What is being poured out now is his bone marrow with bone dregs.

Mixed with blood froth and bone dregs, it dripped into the big glass.

The cup was gradually full, but Han Xu was still pouring.

He is also like this, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he becomes a piece of skin bit by bit.

The whole performance lasted for nearly half an hour, and no one made any noise. They all watched Han Xu become empty, deflated, and turned into a piece of skin, a pile of crumpled things.

After the glass was full, the clown caught it. He supported Han Xu's crumbling skin, showing a considerate smile.

Flesh and bones were shattered and flowed down from the narrow spout, into the glass cup that couldn't fit, and then poured down along the rim of the cup, dripping all over the floor.Everyone present could hear the "click" sound of broken bones.

It's like a human juicer.

Some people covered their mouths tightly and controlled their crying, lest they would be noticed by the clown and lose their lives.

Ding Mu gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, and it was difficult to calm his inner fear even if the armrest was pinched out of shape.

It took only half an hour for a living person to go from full to shriveled before his eyes.

The only thing that comforted him was that Han Xu didn't show any painful expression from the beginning to the end. His expression was always: confused and empty.

Like a person who has not woken up.

"Everyone applaud our Mr. Han!" The clown put his arms around the human skin and put the pot and glass on the ground.

No one applauded.

Who will applaud the death of the same kind?Which lamb salutes the jackal?

It was an unfair show, it was a one-sided carnage.

The clown rushed to the back of the stage and shouted: "Please clean the stage."

Just a few people came up, and cleaned up the mess as skillfully and easily as last time.

Finally, when they folded Han Xu's skin and put it in the bag, the whole stage was as clean and tidy as it was at the beginning, without even a little blood.

That young man, just like that, lost his life.

His last sentence was "I like black tea", and then he lost his life for his favorite "black tea".