Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 284: Clown Killing Field, Players in Despair
The air in the entire headmaster's office became extremely tense.

An inexplicable chill was brewing in the servant boy.

He felt like a fish that had walked into a trap, jumping onto the butcher's chopping block and waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's a bit too much..."

The servant looked at the circus leader with a helpless smile.

He really didn't expect that there would be people from the [Disaster Cult] in this copy.

To be precise, I didn't think of anyone other than myself.

Others are able to use special player abilities.

It was obvious that Zhaixing was able to get to the circus leader in advance and even take out that weird radio to frame him because he also cheated.

This is the only way to explain the gap in time and information.

But where did the other party find the radio?
"Oh~Captain~My Captain."

"What are you waiting for? This uninvited guest even dares to come here and provoke you!"

"Do you need me to help you punish him?"

The look that Zhaixing gave the servant had changed from teasing to cruel.

I don't know where he took out two small knives flashing with cold light from his waist.

It looks like the kind of equipment used in circus knife-throwing performances.

Now it feels like they are sharpening their knives to attack cattle and sheep.

Unexpectedly, the circus director just glanced at him.

He shook his head and said, "Let him go."

This time, both Shutong and Zhaixing were stunned.

Just let it go?
Something's wrong?

Facing the two people's puzzled expressions.

The leader simply tapped his jeweled cane calmly.

He fiddled with the channel-changing buttons on the radio.

He said in a nonchalant tone, "I know what you are all thinking."

"John, you want to learn the origin of the [pseudo-man] and the secrets of the circus from me, right?"

"Li Qiang, you said you found the things in his room, right?"

"It's simple. Prove that you are worthy of this."

"If it's not valuable, then don't waste my time."

These words immediately gave the two players a headache.

Especially Zhaixing, the instigator.

He didn't expect the circus leader to suddenly change his attitude.

Others don't know.

But I know it very well.

The other party seemed more anxious than anyone else in finding the radio.

Before he got the radio, he acted like an impatient and reckless man.

I entered the circus an hour before its official opening time.

When I knocked on the door and entered the office.

The leader looked like a patient with mental problems who had not taken medication for a long time, scratching his ears and cheeks with a red face.

It is because of his mental state.

This further proves the importance of radio.

Zhaixing was able to obtain the position of clown by offering the radio.

Of course, this identity is not the ultimate goal.

What he wanted was naturally another thing that could only be obtained through the hands of the group leader.

However, after getting the radio.

The troupe leader asked Zhaixing to go out and wait until the performance officially started.

He waited outside for a long time.

I accidentally noticed someone approaching the office.

Then he hid himself and saw the servant boy knocking on the door and entering.

Then what happened now happened.

I never thought that I had just handed the radio to the regiment commander.

Then the other party became what he is now in terms of appearance and temperament.

That kind of calmness that comes from having everything under control.

It doesn't look like acting at all!
Holy shit! What on earth happened?
How long have I been out of the office?

Why does this guy feel like a different person?
Changing the channel on the radio changes your personality?

"But Captain! You promised me..."

Zhaixing still wanted to kill the servant here.

But before he could finish his words, the circus leader interrupted him, saying, "The only condition I promised you is the clown status and the privilege of leaving the circus at any time. I won't kill for you. If you want to kill, then you have to prove that you have the ability to do so."

"Now that you've become a clown, you should know the rules of the circus."

"I won't say much more."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The office door opened automatically without a draft.

It opened wide with a bang.

Then an inexplicable suction force appeared.

In an instant, the two of them were taken flying.

After flying out of the office, the door slammed shut.

The servant boy vaguely saw through the gap that there was a crack on the leader's forehead.

It was like the vertical pupil of the crystal fortune teller Yuan Disha's third eye.

The only difference is——

The leader's vertical pupil is red.

That strange and familiar feeling that seemed to be whispering in my ears.

The servant boy immediately realized what he had seen.

"【Death】……"

"Both the radio and the leader exude the aura of death..."

"Could he be the person Wanbao Auctioneer is looking for?"

He shook his head slightly.

The servant still felt something was wrong.

Why did I see the iconic red vertical pupils of [Death] this time, but there was no sign of mental pollution?
The weirdness of that radio must be more than just the aura of death!
Just as he was lost in thought.

Zhaixing slowly approached.

The murderous intent in his eyes became more and more obvious.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps.

brush--

A sharp knife flashed.

He didn't stab.

Instead, he thrust the two throwing knives he had just pulled out back into his waist.

He said viciously: "Don't be too happy too soon, you won't be able to laugh for long."

In response, the servant raised an eyebrow and said, "Although I don't know what you did earlier, I should be able to guess some of the rules of the circus now. Circus performers are not allowed to hurt people at will, right?"

He had guessed it just now when he was in the office.

Otherwise, Zhaixing would attack him as soon as he came out.

Just act first and report later, and apologize to the team leader afterwards.

After all, look at the other person's personality.

Most of them are just guys who are too lazy to deal with troublesome things.

Even now, the book boy is ready to use the question mark hat to activate origami.

But the other party put the knife back.

Prove that your guess was correct.

Think about it, it was the same backstage before.

If actors like the animal trainer Qiuxiang and the giant Allen really want to hurt themselves and Yan Shuangying.

I'm afraid the probability of killing on first sight is frighteningly high.

But they did not commit any substantial acts of harm, even though there was danger to the lion afterwards.

That is also an interaction that you ask for by submitting circus coins.

"That's right, I really can't attack you right now. The audience is king after all." Zhaixing said sinisterly, "But that's only for now. I can't say what will happen later."

"The circus has another rule - that is, the audience is not allowed to leave early after the opening."

“You may not leave until the show is over.”

"Guess what's going to happen?"

"Hahahahaha!"

He walked backstage while laughing.

Listening to the laughter coming from the performance venue in the distance.

The book boy seemed to be lost in thought.

Now the circus performance has officially begun.

Regarding the fact that he couldn't leave, Zhaixing probably didn't lie to himself.

Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind.

The servant looked towards the door of the captain's office.

He muttered to himself, "Prove my worth? So that's how it is..."

After thinking about it.

He trotted back toward the auditorium.

Looking at the figures of Mingtian, Leng Yuqingfu and the landlady, three women, who were far away from each other.

Completely ignoring the surprise in the eyes of the other two.

The servant walked towards Mingtian without hesitation and sat down next to her.

For his actions.

Mingtian himself was also a little surprised.

After all, we just exchanged clues, so hasn’t everything been discussed?

Before she could say anything, she was choked back by the servant's words, "Zhaixing was the one who knocked on your door last night. He is a member of the Disaster Cult."

He quickly explained what had just happened in the office.

Points out Zhaixing's intention to murder all players.

The servant took out a piece of white paper from his pocket.

Fold it into the shape of a paper airplane in no time.

He handed it to Mingtian and whispered a few words.

The other party showed a puzzled look and asked: "Do you trust me?"

In response to this, the book boy shrugged and said with a smile:

"Do me a small favor and I can ask your president to forgive the loan you took out to buy that [Lingling Lacquer Pistol]. Shhh, I know this is a private secret between you and her, so don't ask me why I know."

Of course, he didn't trust the strangers matched in the dungeon.

But compared to Leng Yu Qingfu and the landlady, two notorious outlaws.

Mingtian is the priestess of the Tarot Club.

You need to be more familiar with it.

This woman is good in every way, except for one shortcoming——

【Love weird props】

To this end, she sold everything she earned in the dungeon in exchange for strange items.

Even occasionally I come across one that I particularly like.

Even if there is not enough disaster currency at the moment, or there is not enough exchange, we would rather take out a loan to buy it.

The [Lingling Lacquer Pistol] she mentioned was purchased from the president of her own Tarot Club.

Although it is a unique prop, it is expensive.

She still owes the witch a lot of money.

And he made a promise - he would never buy any other weird props until he paid off his debts.

It can also be considered a restriction imposed by the witch to prevent her from making indiscriminate purchases.

Mingtian was helpless in this regard and could only comply.

As the manager of the Continental Hotel, Shu Tong has always believed only in profit.

With these words, he was also hinting to Mingtian that he knew her guild president.

He can be considered half one of us.

And who stipulated that the [Disaster Cult member] can only be Zhaixing?
What if he has companions?

The other two are free players, and Mingtian is also the witch's subordinate after all.

You should know that there are 22 people in the Tarot Club’s upper echelons who correspond to the positions of the Major Arcana cards.

Mingtian is one of them.

The witch must have examined these 22 people many times.

The probability that she is an undercover agent of the [Disaster Cult] is much lower than that of the other two.

No matter from what angle, it would definitely not be wrong to notify Mingtian.

The two were whispering.

In the performance arena, the animal trainer Qiuxiang is directing the familiar lion to jump through the fire ring.

In addition, there was a man in a short-sleeved shirt on the field, grinning happily.

Watching the huge lion as big as an elephant break free from the constraints of the iron cage.

Run freely on the field.

The shock was no less than when I met him face to face before.

Even more than that.

But the man seemed unusually calm, just clapping and cheering like a robot.

"Roar--"

Accompanied by the roar of a lion.

It leaped out of the fire circle again and rushed towards the man who had just applauded.

CRACK——

In front of the entire audience.

He opened his bloody mouth and put the man into it, making a crunching sound like chewing beans.

Obviously, that was the wailing of bones under the crushing of animal teeth.

The scarlet liquid slowly flowed down the lion's mouth.

It dripped onto the ground, forming a pool of blood.

In response, the audience burst into cheers.

There was no sign of fear or even doubt on their part.

Even Tan Lili was among them.

"Good! Enjoy! Tear it up a little more!"

"There's a broken finger on the ground! Pick it up and eat it together!"

A pair of eyes filled with madness were faintly revealed in the disheveled hair of the sloppy-looking man.

She even placed her hands on the iron railing in front of her seat and shook them back and forth, wishing she was the one biting that man on the field.

The residents around here are no longer surprised.

They knew very well that this woman would only be like this when she was watching a circus. Most of the time in the apartment she looked lazy, as if she never got enough sleep.

But the book boy knew.

Tan Lili could probably tell that the man entering the venue was a [fake person].

Therefore, she was so excited even though she hated the [fake person] so much.

But what about others?
Although most of the original residents have been quietly replaced by [fake people].

But there are always a few lucky original residents who come to watch the circus.

They were still not afraid of this scene.

There was the same excitement and madness flashing in his eyes.

These guys shouldn't be able to tell the difference between a fake person and a fake one.

"Is it numbness... or despair?" the servant pondered.

Mingtian told him that the man just now was an audience guest chosen by the animal trainer Qiuxiang to interact on stage.

As long as you can survive from the lion's mouth, you will get a mysterious prize.

But Shutong can now be sure.

These original residents actually don’t care about any mysterious prizes.

They live in this boring apartment building day after day.

There is no way to leave and no means of entertainment.

And have to endure the torture of [fake people] every night.

I've already had some mental breakdown or become numb.

Only such exciting and bloody scenes can arouse their passion.

Yes, these people are not here to see the circus at all.

Just came to see violence and death.

It's just like how boxing matches are so popular in modern society.

Numb people always need an outlet.

The violent factor engraved in human bones is the best channel.

I guess even if these people are not replaced by [fake people] in the end.

It's not far from self-destruction.

"Wanbao Auctioneer, is this place you sent me to really a replica of [Hope]?"

"Where is the hope in the eyes of these indigenous people..."

The servant sighed and thought about the irony of this copy.

It's called "Hope", pronounced "Despair".

At this moment, the animal trainer Qiuxiang waved to the audience and left the stage.

As the lights on the field began to flash.

A flamboyant and funny figure slowly enters the stage on a unicycle.

He also held three throwing knives in his hands.

Constantly throwing it up and down and doing juggling.

There is a ball on the red nose to keep it balanced.

To be honest, it is quite difficult to perform such acrobatic performances.

After circling the field.

He banged his head hard and sent the ball flying high diagonally upwards.

He threw the flying knife in his hand quickly towards the wooden board not far away in the same direction.

thump -- thump -- thump --

Accompanied by three sounds of inserting wooden boards.

The audience was shocked to see that the thrown knives formed a triangle.

The ball was firmly fixed in the center of the triangle.

clap clap-

For a moment, the applause was thunderous.

The clown with exaggerated makeup laughed happily.

Riding a unicycle, he shouted, "Dear audience members! Now I will select a lucky audience member!"

"He can come up on stage and challenge me to a knife-throwing duel. The winner will become the Clown King for today!"

Hearing this, Mingtian's heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the servant sitting next to him.

Just as she turned her head.

The strong spotlight also illuminated the entire body of the book boy.

Obviously, he was the chosen "lucky audience".

But it's not just a coincidence.

Of course, it wasn't lucky.

This is what the team leader said to Zhaixing: "Prove your ability."

The same thing I said to Shu Tong about [proving value].

The team leader didn't care who stole the radio.

He just wanted the two of them to fight on the stage and give the audience a visual feast.

The one who survived.

Only then can you truly obtain the [Joker Identity].

The team leader will only listen to the explanation of the last survivor.

Snapped--

As the servant boy stood up, Mingtian suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

He said with a serious look: "Don't go, you will die. He is no longer the same as us."

Since the other party can know the little secret between me and the president.

That proves that Shu Tong must know the witch.

And they are good friends who can confide in each other.

She just saw that Zhaixing's current physical fitness and even the ease with which he threw the flying knife just now were remarkable.

It is obvious that it has gained some kind of enhancement or even special abilities.

Probably due to his temporary [Joker identity].

In this case, Star Picking is no longer a restricted ability, and is almost something that ordinary players can handle.

Don’t even think about the boy facing it alone.

Even if all the players in this dungeon were to attack together, they would probably end up in a circus with bloodshed.

But the book boy just smiled.

He whispered, "Remember the little favor I asked you to do just now."

"Remember, I'm not like you either."

"My knife is not bad either!"

After saying that, he pushed her hand away.

Get up and walk towards the performance venue.

When he and Zhaixing came face to face.

The other party still didn't get off the unicycle.

He just smiled grimly and said, "I didn't expect you were friends with that girl Mingtian?"

"That's okay. We can have ten interactive sessions with the clowns."

“No one can escape.”

"When you die, I'll choose her next. You two can talk slowly on your way to reincarnation."

Having said that, he raised his head and looked towards the right side of the audience.

That's where Leng Yu Qingfu and the landlady are.

The two were looking at each other with shocked expressions.

Zhaixing couldn't help but laugh heartily and said:
"These two unlucky guys are still wondering why I'm a clown and why I chose you to go on stage and kill each other."

"When they are chosen later, it will be so tragic if they die without knowing why."

"You must explain everything to them before crossing the Naihe Bridge, or you'll end up dying an unjust death."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed in Zhaixing's eyes.

The three throwing knives that were originally stuck in the wooden board returned to his hands at some point.

Even the ball began to roll strangely on the field.

Just as Mingtian expected.

He became a clown.

It does have some special abilities.

Perhaps under normal circumstances, these tricks would not be noticed by advanced players at all.

But now all players are restricted.

A little bit of supernormality will lead to a desperate massacre!

"die!"

The moment Zhaixing raised his hand and threw the flying knife, intending to activate some kind of ability.

But he found that there was no despair in the boy's eyes that he expected.

Some are just indifferent.

Plus a little bit of ridicule.

He whispered, "Origami: Blue Dragon Crescent Blade."

(End of this chapter)