Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"In the next show, I will choose a lucky viewer from the auditorium. I don't know who can be selected by me?" The clown's voice was harsh and loud, making it difficult to resist.

He took out the piece of paper from his baggy trousers pocket, tapped it with his fingers, and muttered: "This? No way... What about this? Uh..."

Guan Yi raised his hand suddenly: "Can I?"

This place suddenly became the focus of everyone, everyone looked here in surprise, they wanted to see which idiot was looking for his own death here.

Ding Mu tugged at his clothes, a little flustered, and said, "Brother, why are you..."

Guan Yi gave him a "relaxed" look, and continued: "I want to go on stage, can't I?"

"Of course, you can." The clown's voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth. He glanced at him fiercely, then changed his expression to pretend to be surprised, and said with his hands in his hands: "Ah! That's great! This is the first one who wants to The audience who are going to perform on stage."

"Don't be impulsive!" Fan Zhengyuan was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw that he was about to go on stage, and he didn't dare to stop him, so he only dared to whisper: "Is it going to happen, you?"

Guan Yi glanced at him and smirked twice: "If you can't do it, you have to do it."

You can't let this guy kill everyone.

He didn't find the BOSS before, but now he found it, how could he let it go?Besides, this guy has so few regular appearances, and he can't be found usually. This stage is the best place.

"If you're lucky, you can leave tonight." Guan Yi squeezed Ding Mu's shoulder to reassure him.

Ding Mu regained his composure for a while, wondering if Guan Yi had any special clearance skills.

Guan Yi had already left the auditorium and stepped onto the stage, where he was warmly embraced by the clown, with his long knife called "Kunlun cut" still on his back.

"Sir, what's your name?" The clown asked with a smile, but there was fear in his eyes.

"Me? My surname is Qin." Guan Yi smiled at him, replied, and then quickly drew out the long knife behind his back and slashed at the clown!

"what--!"

The clown let out a scream, and was split into two uneven halves by the knife. The blood was sprayed several meters high, and blood was sprayed all over the ceiling. The anger in the eyes.

No one in the auditorium could have imagined such a development. After recovering, they began to scream, and there was chaos, but no one tried to escape to the outside. They all remembered the tragedy of that day.

Guan Yi swung his knife and continued to slash at the clown without hesitation. After a few cuts, the clown had been divided into several bloody pieces.

The clown trembled, every piece of flesh twitched and writhed, as if alive.

A few people suddenly rushed out from the background and surrounded Guan Yi, but they were afraid of the long knife in his hand and did not dare to step forward.

Guan Yi glanced at him, sneered, and slammed his knife out of nowhere, cutting off a few people in the middle, and slashing their necks with a backhand knife, and those who surrounded him All fell to the ground.Backstage continued to keep up with several people in uniform, and was cut down by Guan Yi without any accident. The bulging muscles and smooth movements made this killing look like a performance. When Guan Yi unilaterally chopped at other people , and did not forget to repair a few knives on the twitching corpse of the clown on the ground.

After those people were cut down, they didn't twitch like clowns. Instead, their bodies quickly became stiff and pale. There were spots on the corpses, and the blood was brown and lumpy. Yi hacked to death.

Ding Mu's cell phone vibrated violently, waking up his body which was so shocked that he couldn't control himself.

He took out his mobile phone, watched the stage, and clicked to check it.

The ratio was quickly leveled by Guan Yi, and there was even a tendency to overtake it.

Thirteen to twelve.

Fourteen to twelve.

In the end, the staff no longer came up behind the stage, and Guan Yi stood on the stage with a knife in hand, looking at the clown on stage.

The ratio stayed at eighteen to twelve.

That is to say, Guan Yi killed fifteen people by himself. Of course, there are also reasons why those people were stiff and not flexible enough to kill with just one knife, but it is undeniable that this performance is more cool than the clown's.

The clown's corpse was twitching all the time when Guan Yi was fighting. Ding Mu's sharp eyes noticed that these things seemed to be getting bigger and swollen little by little!

When Guan Yi stopped, panting and wiping the knife, the clown's hand suddenly grabbed his ankle!

Ding Mu stood up nervously and reminded him, "Brother Guan!"

Guan Yi slashed and cut off the hand, blood splashed and splashed on his face, bringing a different and strange beauty to that handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

Ding Mu looked at that face, and involuntarily grasped the backrest in front of him.

He felt a little dizzy.

Who can stand this hormonal eruption?

The chunks of meat on the ground suddenly spread out on the ground as if they were melting, and quickly expanded and became bigger, becoming five identical clowns!

Every clown stared angrily, with an indelible hatred in their eyes.

Guan Yi stared at the five clowns, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly smiled. He wiped off the blood on his face, and said, "Interesting, Fu Jiang?"