Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The people present suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke.

This kind of accident is different from their ideals. They thought that they could temporarily save their lives as long as they introduced a scapegoat. It's not that they didn't want to fight back, but the ability shown by the clown is far greater than their imagination, and the sense of fear It strangled everyone's heart and made them lose the confidence to resist. Therefore, when Guan Yi chopped down fifteen people at once, they were shocked.

That suddenly sorted reality was exposed: nothing in this hotel was indestructible.

And the clown who suddenly revived gave them another blow to their hearts.

Could this clown be unkillable?

Ding Mu sat back on the chair, his heart was beating wildly, he thought that a man was very sexy just now, he was crazy.

He looked at the five clowns on the stage, and felt nervous for a while. He wanted to stand on the stage but didn't dare to watch, for fear that Guan Yi would be unable to deal with the ruthless characters.

Guan Yi raised his hand and kicked his legs, dealt with a clown in a few turns, and also disrupted the formation of the clowns who were originally gathered, and became scattered.

The scattered corpses of the clown who was chopped up by Guan Yi quickly grew in size, and turned into three clowns again in an instant. The speed of change this time was obviously much faster than the last time.

"Brother! The second one from the left!" Bai Shan suddenly stood up from her seat and shouted at Guan Yi.

Guan Yi moved in response to the sound, and moved to the side of the clown in a few dodges, and raised his knife to strike down!

The clown took out a club out of nowhere and blocked the blade. Although the stick was cut off by the sharp blade, it also blocked the blade.

Ding Mu looked anxious, but he couldn't help, so he could only worry there.

The clowns on the stage surrounded Guan Yi, trying to use crowd tactics to get rid of Guan Yi. Guan Yi moved coquettishly, flashed in time, and escaped several attacks.

Ding Mu found that although these clowns all looked the same, their limbs were all stiff and their mobility was not very good, as if they were being manipulated by the same clown.

When the number of clowns on the stage increased to eleven, the limbs dropped by the clown no longer differentiated into new individuals, but actually caused damage.

"You raised that lion?" Guan Yi suddenly asked him with a smile while he was chopping at the clown who cooperated tacitly.

No one answered, so he continued to ask without changing his face: "I said, what are you keeping that corpse for? It turned out to be for your dog to eat."

The majestic prairie overlord, the king of beasts, was called "dog" by him, and this kind of contempt made the clown's face even more ferocious.

"Qin Ying!" Guan Yi suddenly heard someone calling his pseudonym in his ear, the voice he was very familiar with, it was Ding Mu's voice.

The clear and youthful voice has a unique appeal.

"Dog, you dare to imitate anyone." Guan Yi suddenly cut off the head of the clown in front of him with one knife, and cut off the arm of the clown next to him with a backhand. In between, the beauty is as beautiful as the devil tempting to go to hell in the oil painting.

Ding Mu looked at the scene in front of him without daring to blink. When he concentrated his attention to the extreme, his eyes became more and more blurred and darker, and a picture that was different from what he saw before unfolded. In front of his eyes——Golden flames radiated from Guan Yi's body, and the golden streamer flew away with every cross-cut of him, cutting off the body of the clown emitting black mist.

And one of the clowns was particularly full of black smoke, like a charred person who was emitting black smoke.

Those black qi lingered around his body and emitted from his head continuously.

"Second from the left! Cut off his head!" He blurted out without thinking.

All the movements seemed to be slowed down and reflected on Ding Mu's retina: Guan Yi raised his hand and directly carried the club that the clown next to him was attacking him, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and kicked on the clowns on both sides with both feet, one borrowing his strength , from the top of the head to the clown who was pointed out by Ding Mu and slashed straight down!

"Crack clap-"

There was a scalp-numbing cracking sound, and all the clowns stood still the moment he chopped it down.

The clown who was knocked down did not bleed, but split like a piece of wood, and fell to the ground convulsively. The fat body no longer squirmed and differentiated, and the oil paint on his face fell off in one piece, split in two like a thick mask fell on the stage.

When the oil paint mask came off to reveal the original face of the clown inside, Guan Yi discovered that: the clown has no facial features, it is not a face, but a piece of skin without protrusions.

"He was born on the stage and died on the stage. He is really a dedicated clown." Guan Yi kicked away the clown clone beside him who had already bowed his head.

The clown stole the souls of those who died here and used it as his clone.

Guan Yi flicked the knife, wiped the body of a clown next to him, and picked the clown's head off with the tip of the knife, but found nothing.

He raised his eyebrows, and split the head of the clown next to him neatly. There was no blood, only sawdust, which was completely different from the state of flying flesh and blood just now.

still none.

The audience under the stage began to get restless, Guan Yi seemed to have just remembered, and said something into the microphone: "You can go out, but it's best to go back to the house and don't run around."

No one dared to stay any longer. After tentatively going through the door and found that there was really no problem, most of them left at once.

There are only a few staff members left, and Ding Mu and them.

Some people in their regiment kindly asked him if he should go, but Ding Mu felt that he shouldn't go, so he shook his head, but the person didn't force him to go.

After everyone dispersed, he took a look at Fan Zhengyuan, then walked out of the auditorium and called out, "Brother Guan."

"Don't call me Brother Guan, then just call me Brother." Guan Yi waved his hand, "Xiao Ding, if it wasn't for you, Brother would have to stay here for a long time."

"...Brother." Ding Mu always felt a little awkward.

"Hey." Guan Yi responded.