I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 214 Sadness
The United States in 1857 was a turbulent era. Although the Qing Dynasty people in the far east of Asia said that this was a country "full of gold", the local Americans did not know whether there was gold on the ground, but it was true that the ground was full of filth...

Except for the rich people wearing bright and beautiful clothes and the ladies who like to hold umbrellas, the rest of the people all have blank looks in their eyes, as if they were treated like cattle and horses.

Violence, poison, flesh.

They immersed themselves in it, as if only in this way could they break free from their own predicament and transcend their own class.

Farmers screaming and waving whips in the cotton fields, workers working day and night in factories with huge machines roaring, all of this is intertwined to form the world before our eyes.

Chen Qingyuan pushed through the crowd and came to the gate of the circus.

Immediately, a dwarf less than one meter tall ran over with a flyer in his hand. He saw that the person in exquisite clothes was actually an Asian! The dwarf was stunned for a moment. When their eyes were about to meet, he quickly handed over the flyer and said with a smile: "The Harlan Circus is touring the country. Don't miss this opportunity. You can go in and enjoy the show for only three pence. You will definitely not be disappointed..."

When the people around heard the threepence, most of them dispersed immediately...

If they spend these three pence frugally, they will be enough for them to last for several days. Performances like this are best seen free on the roadside.

There were naturally "rich" people in the crowd. After much hesitation, they took out three pennies and handed them to a tall and strong old man dressed as an Indian standing next to the gate.

The old Indian man pulled open the wooden fence next to the gate: "Those who pay can enter!"

Chen Qingyuan looked at the flyer in his hand. The content was very simple and traditional. There were flying trapeze artists, tigers jumping through fire hoops, clown juggling, and python kisses...

He took out three coins and put them in the old man's hand.

The wooden fence opened again.

The circus park is actually just a circle of wooden fences with a gate. Several huge temporary tents like yurts are built on the large open space in the middle. The tent in the middle is the largest!
There is a passage connecting these tents.

Chen Qingyuan walked into the nearest tent. There was a large circular venue with an oversized iron frame. Several jugglers in tights were flipping in the air. Although there was a relatively soft mat on the ground, Chen Qingyuan didn't think he could be safe after falling from a height of four or five meters...

He was holding a flyer in his hand looking for the clown.

Leaving the circus tent, we went to the next tent, where a tiger was jumping through a fire ring. In the next tent, there was a square stage with a red background, on which stood a clown wearing a striped shirt and green pants.

Retro makeup.

Fiery red explosive hair, a round red nose, a pale face with two large and small eye circles, wearing gloves and pointed cloth shoes...

He was holding a toy accordion in his arms, walking and playing it in an exaggerated manner. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and the accordion flew out of his hand and hit him in the face!

The people standing there watching the show burst into laughter at the clown's funny and stupid appearance.

Chen Qingyuan saw it clearly. The clown made all kinds of self-defeating mistakes in a funny way to make the audience laugh, but the accordion just now was really heavy.

The accordion is just a toy made of painted wood, but it is quite heavy. When it hits the clown's nose, you can even hear a cracking sound...

The clown fell to the ground and moved back and forth but couldn't get up.

A naughty kid in the audience started to make noises: "Hurry up, you idiot, get up, you don't know how to perform anymore?"

The parents behind the naughty child also started to make a noise: "Look at this idiot, hey, hurry up and perform. If you just lie on the ground and sleep, your ticket is not worth three pence. We have to refund the ticket!"

The clown was shocked, and he struggled to get up from the ground. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, forced a smile, took out a few small balls from behind, and started throwing them into the air...

Chen Qingyuan stood in the crowd and looked at the clown quietly.

Just because the clown has a strong evil aura.

The clown's name is Anthony Salga, a native Englishman. He couldn't make it because of his health problems, so he joined the circus by chance to make a living. He joined at the age of 25 and has been doing it for 20 years. As a 45-year-old physical performance clown, it is more difficult than ever...

But he had to perform because there were too few jobs, especially for an old man of his age. The physical work needed to be done by strong and healthy young men.

Salga fiddled with the ball in his hand, trying his best to make the audience laugh.

He wanted to prove it to the circus director.

Whether the Joker is funny or not has nothing to do with age, he is always competent... Please don't fire him...

only……

Salga was very distressed. His nose was injured by the accordion. He performed despite the pain. Why was the well-dressed Asian man in the crowd so serious? Was there something wrong with the performance?

He was very afraid that the head of the group would suddenly come here to check.

As he was thinking, the ball slipped from his hand, and the crowd suddenly sighed. Salga's scalp tingled, and he quickly bent down to pick up the ball. When he raised his head, his whole body trembled, because there was an old Indian man standing in the crowd. This man was the head of the circus, the head who controlled the life and death of all the members...

The team leader looked gloomy.

Salga thought to himself, it's over.

The show is over.

In the backstage of the circus, Salga wiped the blood off his face with a cloth and looked around. Although he was hiding in a remote place, the angry director could still spot him at a glance.

"Salgar!"

"I'm here, Captain!"

Salga was timid and said quickly: "The ball throwing just now was a step I added on purpose."

Snapped!
A loud slap sounded.

The clown ball on Salga's nose fell off, a five-finger mark appeared on his face, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the strong leader in horror and said, "Please listen to my explanation, it's really a misunderstanding!"

The leader sneered and said, "Salga, I don't have the patience to listen to your explanation! You are too old and no longer suitable for the identity of a clown. How many times have you made mistakes since last year? In this age where everyone needs a job, you need to give others a chance."

Salga picked up his nose and said in a tearful voice: "Captain, if I leave the circus, I don't have the money to go back to England. Besides, my family is gone... I am willing to dedicate everything to the circus, and live and die with it..."

The leader said impatiently: "Put away your damn tears, now, get out."

Salga sat down on the ground and said, "Well, where is my salary..."

The circus performed everywhere, and although not many people came to watch, it was still okay. However, the director always paid less than one-tenth of the salaries every month, saying that the funds were tight and that they could hardly sustain the circus by feeding so many people. However, if someone resigned, the missing salary would be added.

The team leader narrowed his eyes and said, "Salary? What salary? You have such a big appetite that I am bankrupt because of you. Besides, you made so many mistakes and drove away so many customers. Get lost!"

He kicked Salga down, then turned and walked away.

Salga seemed to have his soul sucked out of him. He stood up shakily and went to his resting place. He had no special property, except for his bedding.

The circus also has night shows.

The troupe leader left the backstage and inspected several performances, but was blocked by Chen Qingyuan in a passage.

He frowned and said, "Asian? You're wearing clothes that don't mean..."

Chen Qingyuan held the one-pound note with his index and middle fingers together and asked, "I want to ask you a question."

The team leader's eyes suddenly brightened.

Although the United States was established a long time ago, because many people came from the United Kingdom, they also brought the habit of using the British pound. According to those officials, the United States will have its own first-generation currency in a few years, but who cares?

12便士是1先令，20先令为1英镑。3便士就能购得一张马戏团入场券。

This £1 is equivalent to a whole day's income today!
He wanted to sell a circus ticket for 1 pound, but unfortunately this was impossible. If he dared to do so today, the circus would go bankrupt tomorrow...

The head of the group smiled and said, "Dear guest, what can I do for you?"

Chen Qingyuan got straight to the point and said, "I'm very interested in your clown actor. Can I talk to him alone? Don't worry, I'm not here to poach him."

That old guy Salgar?

He was the only one in the entire circus...

The team leader didn't expect that someone would pay 1 pound to chat with Salga. This world is really crazy.

He shrugged and said, "Since this is your request, I will do it!" Then he stretched out his hand to call the dwarf who had just passed by and asked him to go find Sargar.

The dwarf is less than one meter tall and runs very fast.

He came back in less than four minutes. His face was pale, his legs were shaking, and he stammered, "Something happened to Salga. Captain, go and take a look!"

You bastard, you've embarrassed me.

The team leader glanced at Chen Qingyuan who was waiting and said, "Sorry, sorry, why don't we go and see what this guy is doing..."

The three of them headed to the backstage tent.

There were several people standing by the door, looking around...

"What are you doing? There's nothing interesting here. Get out of the way!"

The team leader pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. He immediately collapsed to the ground, looking up in horror.

Chen Qingyuan followed closely behind and looked up, only to see that the clown named Salga had hanged himself with a cloth rope made of several colorful scarves.

Sargar's body swayed gently back and forth in the air on the rope.

The most horrible thing is a hanged person.

Because the rope was pressed against my neck, my tongue was squeezed out of my mouth. Because of suffocation, my eyes bulged out, and the blood vessels on my head were very obvious...

This is the case with Salga, and he looks even more terrifying with the clown makeup.

In his hand was a piece of cloth, which slipped down and had words written on it.

On the green cloth was written a sentence in red blood: [I want to curse everyone who looks down on clowns! I want them to die!!!]

The handwriting is very sloppy and hideous, which shows how crazy Salgar was when he wrote it.

This green handkerchief exudes a strong resentment...

The team leader didn't know what to say. The words on the handkerchief made him feel very uncomfortable.

Click!

The light bulb in the tent suddenly went out, plunging it into darkness.

Someone was screaming.

The light bulb lights up.

The dwarf was hanging in the air, and his death was miserable, almost like a clown.

Everyone found the clown's body lying on the ground, as if he and the dwarf had exchanged places in the dark...

The leader was lying when he said he wasn't afraid. He ran out and came back with a rifle pointed at the clown Salga's head and shouted, "Salga, get out of my circus, you are no longer qualified to stay here!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Who are you saying is unqualified?"

Sargar's body did not move, but his crazy laughter rang in everyone's ears...

The light bulb went out again.

Boom!

Gunshots!

explosion!

Firelight!

There was a fire in the tent...

The flames ignited the costumes and props. The fire was fierce and the heat waves were rolling. Wearing a striped shirt and large green pants, Salga staggered to his feet. He slowly raised his head, revealing a face with a crazy laugh!

He picked up a pair of scissors he used to mend clothes from the ground and swung them casually. A bloody mark appeared on the head of the regiment leader's neck at a distance of two meters. Then, the head of the regiment leader tilted and fell down...

The scene was in chaos.

Salga waved the scissors randomly, and people were constantly disemboweled and killed.

Sonorous!

He subconsciously swung the scissors, sparks flew everywhere, and the whole person flew backwards, with the scissors falling to the side...

When I looked up, it was Chen Qingyuan.

Salga panted heavily and said in a sharp voice: "Asian, why don't you laugh! I was performing so hard, why didn't you laugh! You insulted my twenty years of hard work! Obviously, everyone laughed during every performance..."

Chen Qingyuan saw a large number of overlapping human figures on Salga.

Salga had just died less than half an hour ago, but he had such a powerful ability. It was not because of his natural talent, but because his thoughts resonated at that moment, attracting the thoughts of a large number of "like-minded people" to overlap. In other words, Salga at this moment was a collection of the resentment of a group of performers...

Chen Qingyuan held the Merit Banner in his left hand and the Evil-breaking Sword in his right hand. He circulated his Qi throughout his body, and his robes were puffed up. The tattoo of a cockscomb snake wrapped around his body was faintly visible. He said, "Everyone who makes a serious contribution is certainly respectable, but you cannot force others to do anything for your contribution!
Because that becomes coercion.

You have to think clearly about what you are pursuing, salary, or bringing happiness to others? Only when you really figure out what you want can you live a thorough life..."

The corner of Salgar's mouth cracked a little, revealing red flesh.

He picked up a colorful candy-shaped cane from the ground, held it with both hands, tap-danced, and laughed: "How can people like you understand our pain! Only blood and pain can make you empathize. Come on, dance with me..."

Chen Qingyuan inserted the merit banner into the ground, chanted the Holy Mother Mantra with the evil-breaking sword in his right hand, and threw it out with force to bless it with the human force field!

boom! ! !
Salgar's crutch hit the Evil-Breaking Sword hard.

The cane shattered, and the Evil-Breaking Sword continued to move forward. He suddenly clamped it with both hands, and black smoke came out of his palms. The environment around him suddenly became dark and turned into a ruin...

(End of this chapter)