Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2441 The Prophet is Dead (Forty-Seven)

"welcome!"

Politeness is indeed contagious; the greeting before payment was quickly met with a response.

Although he didn't look back, the clown lying there was already giving him a warm welcome.

Not only that, he even casually pulled out a square box and pushed it aside, indicating that Fuqian should sit down and chat.

The size is about the same, but the material is paper, and the design of the scary box with red and white stripes and ribbons is also very classic, as if a head might pop out at any moment to scare you.

However, it does fit the Joker's style very well, and even reminds people of the black sack that kidnapped people earlier.

"Thank you."

Before paying, you can sit down and look ahead with the clown, recreating the scene that happened by the lake behind the door.

"I thought you would go to the door first."

What's reassuring is that, compared to the prophet Yuan Fang, the clown seems more willing to communicate.

He immediately expressed curiosity about Fu Qian's behavior and revealed that he was also a member of that criminal gang.

It's a very simple logic, after all: how would the Joker know whether he went to the other side of the door or not?

Unless it's like Akasha or the Angel of Death, where the entire process can be monitored.

"What are you going there for? To watch a bunch of people scrambling to jump in?"

Fu Qian didn't mind at all; he was only happy to be reunited with his old friend.

Although, the only memory his old friend has of him is probably the one that was shot in the head.

As for going to check the door first?
I didn't forget before I paid, nor was I in a rush; I was just bored.

"Oh?"

Faced with his answer, the clown finally turned around.

"How would you know if you didn't go?"

……

He is indeed an old friend.

Although the whites were made whiter and the reds were made redder, and the makeup on the faces was a bit exaggerated, Fu Qian was still very sure that the facial features matched up under the makeup.

Don't forget that you watched the whole thing; the clown cut off his face with a knife, and you even analyzed how the technique could be improved.

As a result, they have an excessively profound understanding of so-called physical appearance and bone structure.

"So what else can they do? They've been guarding for so long, they should have gotten something out of it, right?"

Looking at the face without any knife marks, Fu Qian felt a little strange for a moment and casually asked a question.

"Once the commotion comes from the other side of the door, the safest course of action for a demigod who is still able to move is to escape and assess the situation."

"But on the one hand, the momentum is indeed not good, and on the other hand, if we really do that, wouldn't we lose the advantage of the initial investment? We'd just become a complete clown."

He didn't shy away from using the title of "old friend" to describe them, and he easily empathized with the mindset of the indigenous demigods.

"Instead, it's better to take the risk and seize the opportunity, jump right in, and it's easy to calculate the costs... In my opinion, at least the proportion of the demigods lurking in that building who choose to run away should not be high."

There's no need to look down on them for it; we're all in the same boat, and it's easy to figure out what's in it for us.

For someone like me, just imagining that scene is enough to make me not even want to watch it for fun.

"You're overestimating them. To be precise, there isn't a single one... Many of them are like ducks, just following along."

However, the clown was not so polite. He was first surprised by Fu Qian's easygoing and cheerful manner, and then he began to make sharp comments.

"Gah—" The clown even produced a real yellow rubber duck in his hand while making a rather dissimilar quack.

……

The clown's props have become quite abundant. Is this the benefit of having team support?

Seeing that it was another magical concoction of something out of thin air, no longer just the previous billboard killer, Fu Qian was amazed.

Given that he could easily monitor the situation inside the building, the speculation that not only the Joker was also a member of the gang was confirmed once again. It was even quite obvious who made the bag that packed up the Lord right under his nose.

If you feel the evidence is still insufficient, you can take another look at the water.

Unlike the lake behind the gate, which had turned into a giant cauldron, the Sage Lake in front of me was not much different from what I remembered. It still had plenty of water and was as smooth as a mirror.

Snapped!
As the clown was commenting, he had already tossed the rubber duck in his hand into the water, creating a slight ripple.

However, the ripples encountered an obstacle as they traveled to a certain point, making the shape of a package in the darkness clear...

This can be described as catching them red-handed. It looks like they took the lord away from a distance, then casually threw him into the lake, without even releasing him.

After all, the outline is easy to distinguish, and the end of the thread of longing points precisely into the bag.

However, even a powerful lord seemed to be under immense pressure at this moment, curled up inside, motionless and silent.

overbearing!

Imagining such a scene, Fu Qian seems to be able to feel the carefree spirit within it.

The only problem is that the Joker, who performed such an amazing feat, is not even a demigod.

Indeed, after embracing the darkness, this person's gains seem to be limited to items, with no improvement in themselves.

The same applies after bathing in ash.

In that short time, the black, white, and gray colors finally engulfed the lakeside, covering the area where the two people were located.

Fu Qian stated that, according to the radar, the Joker's rank remains unchanged.

It can only be said that there are different levels among troublemakers, and Brother Clown has indeed transcended those vulgar pursuits.

"Why not release him? Logically speaking, you should still be on the same side, right?"

Fortunately, Fu Qian did not mind his previous act of snatching food from the tiger's mouth; instead, he fought for the lord's human rights.

"Actually, I don't want it to be like this; his performance was really embarrassing."

There was no denial whatsoever; at that moment, the clown simply shook his head and even made a series of strange expressions, as if imitating something—

"I'm looking forward to your methods! You clueless idiot!"

Even if the voice isn't quite right, you can still tell that it's a scene from when the lord was full of vigor.

At this moment, the clown repeats himself, his mockery so intense that he doesn't care whether the person being addressed can hear him or whether it will affect the harmony.

"It's so boring... These demigods don't have a will that matches their form at all, to the point that they are even more disgusting than the weak in their eyes."

Fortunately, even as the ash fell and the lake water took on an unusual appearance, the black pocket remained perfectly still.

"In short, if I hadn't been asked, I really wouldn't have been interested in looking at him again."

The clown even stopped imitating very quickly, as if he couldn't wait to spit out the dog poop in his mouth.

"I understand, so who made the request?"

Fu Qian seemed very empathetic and naturally followed up with another question.

"Angel of Death, haven't you been looking for him all this time?"

The clown winked.