Aura Hunter

And for death games like "Needle Mountain" and "Cellar", there are many, many different scripts in the Joker's hands.

There is no cruelest and most curious, only more cruel and more curious.

Whenever, no matter where, from behind the scenes to appreciate the fear and despair of the victims in the desperate situation, this group of psychopathic lunatics can always be spiritually satisfied.

At the same time, the clowns will specially select friends or blood relatives among the ashes slaves, and throw these special toys into a specific venue, forcing both sides to conduct life and death battle or frame each other.

Among the two sides participating in the performance, only the winner will survive, and then be awarded the "hospital ceremony" by the clowns, and if the time is up and neither side can decide the winner, both sides will die together .

Under the cruel persecution of this rule, countless pairs of ashes began to turn against each other in front of the clown. , the old is willing to die by himself in order to keep the young.

No matter what the story on the stage is, it can always make the clowns in the audience see it with keen interest pleasure, and sometimes even shed tears of emotion or sadness.

Of course, even if they see crying while watching a play, they will tirelessly force the slaves to put on a show of true love, just like those who are keen to pursue bitterness dramas.

The above two types of entertainment are the favorite items of most crazy clowns.

apart from this , there are many other bloody and curious scenes here, which are held in the palm of the hand by the remaining small cluster of clowns.

"Because I have lost my humanity, I especially like to find humanity in others, test humanity, and ravage humanity."

This sentence is exactly what crazy clowns rely on to survive foundation.

......

To this day.

one after another The hoarse and painful voice still echoed one after another in every corner of Ash Bone Castle.

"Eaaaah ——————!"

Between the window sills at the top hall of the stone castle, a sturdy silhouette of Dao Body is sitting.

At this moment, he was listening to the wailing waltz sounding all directions at the same time, while watching the clowns in the courtyard below kick a grey bone man covered in fire as a ball.

This is a man wearing a clown gown with a pattern of stars and moons. His face is gray, his eyes are sunken, his nose is protruding like a bird's beak, and the corners of his mouth are narrow and bright red. His appearance is like a devil descending to earth. Generally, there is an inherently evil aura emanating from the outside to the inside.

He is one of the last four surviving backbones of the Pleasure Theatre today, Biddingloh, whose trademark title is "Block Clown."

I watched the farce under the freshman year silently for a while, raised the stench of human blood wine glass in his hand and took a sip intoxicated, Biddinglo immediately felt a little bored, and then turned his head moved towards the indoor view. go with.

On both sides of the Dark Palace, there are two theater backbones who are dressed in the same way as Bidinglo.

The crazy clown sitting on the tea table on the left, wearing a lob hood, bloated and round, wearing a thick long skirt full of strings, and both of them were tightly tied by silk cloth. Tight thick arms were leaning against the shiny stone table, knitting sweaters and the like with quick movements, while continuing to hum a strange song in an old female voice.

"hmph ~sleep~sleep~my dear Little Darling~mother's hands will never stop~wait till the sun rise~the new clothes will be on your ribs~"

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Her name is Fente, and she has the same patriarchal status as Piddinglo in the Pleasure Theatre, and her trademark title is "The Sewing Clown".

The crazy clown squatting between the steps on the right, wearing a square iron helmet, tall, thin and slender, wearing a tattered robe with cracks all over his body, his ten fingers as slender as bamboo knots are fiddling with the knees between his knees. A ring-shaped soldering iron, and at the same time, its lips hidden under the iron helmet are constantly murmuring remarks that are incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"There are too many falsehoods and too little truth. Every one of us is a living sin and needs to be punished mercilessly and make the world clean, and I am the executor... .."

His name is Isaiah, the third theater cadre present, and his trademark title is "Branded Clown".

Bidingluo glanced at the two leisurely and rambunctious accomplices, and then swept his gaze to the imposing throne standing in the center of the hall.

This stone throne was supposed to be occupied by the king who led the Ash Bone Clan, but he had long since been reduced to a bloody mess under the tyranny of the mad clowns. I don't know which drain it stinks and rots.

Therefore, just like the entire Ash Castle, this stone throne is now as it should be by rights owned by the director of the Joyous Theatre, and no one dares to do so Make irresponsible remarks.

And the head of the theater sitting on the throne, wearing a scarlet cloak, wearing a copper-colored mask with a vortex pattern, and three people on standby below, looking like half human half Compared with the backbone of the theater of beast, its figure is more compact and closer to human beings.

Although the organization of the Joyous Theater was set up by this man, no clown knew his name, and he only let everyone call himself the dean.

However, even if the dean is silent now, even if he was born in a daze facing the void in front of him, the aura emanating from him can still speak to Bidinglo in silence. A very strong oppression was exerted in my heart.

Biddingloh was born unruly and at the same time claimed to be the universal powerhouse between Heaven and Earth, so in the past it was not that he had not tried to overthrow the rule of the person on the throne in front of him.

However, whenever such an idea appeared in his mind, this oppression would automatically emerge from the dean, and then come to Bidingloh's eyes, haunting Bidingloh. heart.

That is the pure oppression emanating from an unreasonably strong person, as if fiercely admonishing him: If you dare to do it yourself, you will surely die.

Over time, Bidingluo learned to be good, and turned to be loyal to the dean. Location...

Turn his head to look at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall of the theater, Piddinglo clicked his tongue impatiently, and then with a natural gloomy voice to the throne The silhouette asked:

"How long do we have to wait?"

The dean listened, the body leaning on the throne did not move, just a bland expression He answered in a tone of voice:

"Come on, don't worry."

Biddinglo was silent for a few seconds, and then questioned the leader:

"The dean , do you really think that butcher hunter...will work with us in good faith?"