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The clown was unaware that Zhao Hao was already coming to kill him, but he also wanted to take action against Zhao Hao.

He dislikes overly direct methods; he relishes the sight of people's mental defenses crumbling—that's when their souls are at their most delicious and nourishing. And if they're also extraordinary individuals, then they're truly the finest tonic!

He's going to start by targeting the people around this fighter.

Aren't human weaknesses simply emotions and desires?

He pulled a plastic mannequin from the clutter on the side and then wiped it on his face.

The face paint smudged instantly, then slowly distorted and returned to normal.

He smeared the paint on the plastic mannequin's face haphazardly, watching as the mannequin's face turned into a clown's.

The plastic mannequin's hands and feet began to twitch and move, then its limbs bent backward and its eyes rolled around, and it came to life.

"Go, go find her! And the children, and the children too!"

The plastic doll, its limbs folded and pieced together like a spider, staring at the clown's face, crawled into the fireplace and disappeared with a rustling sound.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao was also approaching the clown's cabin.

Seeing the "spider clown" disappear, the fat clown danced joyfully in the abandoned wooden house.

Before long, the entire cabin was suddenly enveloped by a strange psychic energy.

The fat clown looked up at the roof beams in confusion, glancing around but unable to find a solution.

In reality, Zhao Hao used a barrier to cover the entire house.

He was worried that Voldemort might escape if he couldn't defeat him, and then he would be hard to find.

Zhao Hao kicked the wooden door open and went inside.

The fat clown made no move to hide and stood in the middle of the house.

Zhao Hao didn't have the habit of making threats; he immediately launched his charge with a "Buffalo Charge!"

With a loud crash, one wall of the wooden house shattered.

The clown was torn to pieces, broken into seventeen or eighteen fragments.

That fat, ugly, and comical head rolled around on the ground, yelling, "Ah! You killed me! How amazing!"

At the same time, a transparent shadow approached Zhao Hao from behind, and a sharp knife was plunged straight into his back!

"Pfft~"

"Scorpion tail whip~"

Zhao Hao only shouted after his kick landed.

The clown, who was trying to ambush them from behind, clamped his legs tightly together, his expression contorted in pain.

"Hehe~ Just kidding." The clown's expression suddenly returned to normal.

"Anyway, I didn't need that thing, thank you for getting rid of it for me~"

The fat clown grinned and said, "As a reward, I'm going to give you a piece of bubble gum~"

Zhao Hao had no interest in listening to his nonsense and immediately punched the fat clown in the face.

"Crushing Melon Fist!"

Zhao Hao's shout was so loud that soil fell from the roof beams, demonstrating the ferocity of his attack.

One punch dented the clown's entire face, almost causing it to swell back from the back of his head.

"Oh~ my face~ my face has changed~"

The fat clown staggered back a few steps, then stuck his thumb into the dented hole and blew air into his face.

Zhao Hao was about to make another move; after all, such good targets were rare. It was a rare opportunity to stretch his muscles—it felt great.

But then the clown started chewing noisily, and then he blew a big red bubble.

The bubble flew out and transformed into a clown's head, floating in mid-air.

The clown pouted, and "poof poof poof poof~" in the blink of an eye, the clown's head bubbles almost filled the wooden house.

Zhao Hao's hand formed a tiger claw, moving with lightning speed, and he smashed all the approaching human head bubbles with a crackling sound.

The bubble exploded with considerable force, but it still couldn't break through the various shields on his body.

On the contrary, the clown blew for a while and found that the other party was not affected. Instead, every time the bubble exploded, he would suffer a small amount of psionic damage (spirit spike shield), and soon he was covered in wounds.

Although he didn't care much about this body, he couldn't win if things continued like this.

The clown floated to the rooftop with a human head bubble on his arm, and asked with a grin, "I know you fighters are all very powerful, but is there anything you're afraid of?"

"Oh, right!" He suddenly seemed to remember something, his expression exaggerated, "I also sent a clone to look for the girl and the children next to you, didn't I?"

By this time, the plastic spider clown had arrived at the tavern. It crawled along the second-floor wall, making a soft, creaking sound that was drowned out by the rain.

The window not far away is the room where Elena and her seven children are.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao lowered his stance and sighed softly.

The clown was a little confused; this wasn't the reaction he had expected.

Zhao Hao said, "Looks like we can't keep having fun like this. To be honest, it's rare to find a punching bag as tough as you. You'll never find another one like this."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the Dragon Slayer Saber was already in his hand.

At this moment, his aura suddenly soared, and his spiritual energy blew away all the loose soil within a two-meter radius.

Meanwhile, at the tavern, the plastic spider clown, who was peeking through the window and planning to break in, suddenly got its foot stuck to something!

A layer of soft bricks began to appear on the wall, and at that moment, the spider clown was lying on the soft bricks.

Xiao Ruan originally just wanted to get some rain, but she didn't expect to have such an unexpected bonus!

The little creature stuck to a few of the spider clown's legs, then slowly lifted him up. The spider clown struggled fiercely, making a creaking sound, but it was no use...

"It looks like something's there?" Finn, the most perceptive of the children, ran to the window and peeked out, but there was nothing there.

Meanwhile, on Zhao Hao's side, the fat clown's head had already rolled to the ground.

This time it's really about the head.

Despite his various methods, Zhao Hao simply slashed at him with a single blade.

Even being too far away wouldn't work; the Vajra Mahamudra swatted him away like a fly. This is how force overcomes skill.

What's more, when it tried to escape, it found itself shrouded in a barrier and was bitten in the back by the shadow dog Wangcai, which ripped off half of its buttocks.

The fat clown's head stopped moving, and the paint on his face melted and dripped down, forming a large puddle like ink, revealing his face below, which had lost all its features.

After most of the fat clown's psychic energy dissipated, it finally coalesced into a ball, turning into a strangely shaped droplet, like a crystal or glass.

Zhao Hao picked up the "water droplet," but after standing there for a long time, he did not receive any fate points from the system.

"It's never going to end..."

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Chapter 182 Into the Tiger's Den

According to Zhao Hao's previous speculation, the evil spirit transformed into the clown image in an attempt to preemptively "register a trademark," thereby breaking through its own limitations and reaching the Bronze level.

If it truly takes over the concept of the clown as a source of horror, it might even go further in the future.

However, it is likely that it is not completely out of trouble yet.

Whether it's the fat clown or the spider clown that went over there to harass Elena and the others and was then feasted on by the little softie, they are all derivatives of its power, not its original form.

It's like someone being locked in a prison, but able to stick their arm out through the bars.

Its arm has been severed, but the "person" is not quite dead yet.

We still need those seven children; we need them to break the seal that has already been breached and completely eliminate this clown spirit.

But that would involve some risk.

……

Back at the tavern, the rain had stopped, and Elena and the others weren't frightened. After all, Little Softie had managed to eat a meal while getting soaked in the rain.

"I'm afraid you'll still need to get involved in person," Zhao Hao said to the children.

Elena asked anxiously, "Didn't they catch him?"

Zhao Hao shrugged: "That one is dead, but the evil spirit's true form is still sealed. If it's not completely destroyed, it can make a comeback in a few years."

I braved the heavy rain to box, and in the end I didn't even get a Fate Point. I absolutely disagree!

The tavern owner also noticed Zhao Hao's unusual behavior. He went out in the heavy rain for a long time and came back completely dry.

He and those kids were definitely talking about something important, and the boss pricked up his ears, trying to eavesdrop.

However, Zhao Hao flicked his finger, and chaotic magic formed a sphere, blocking out all the sounds within it.

The tavern owner only saw their lips move, but didn't hear a sound.

Just then, Sheriff Hans returned.

He had been traveling through the rain for most of the night, and even though he was as strong as an ox, he was starting to feel the strain. His lips were pale and he looked completely exhausted.

“He’s dead. Dali’s father is dead. He was stabbed in the artery… He was my colleague.”

Sheriff Hans didn't say who killed him, but it's highly likely it was Dali, who has already been arrested.

Overnight, two tragedies occurred in the town: one man was stuffed into an oven like a turkey, and the other was a policeman stabbed to death by his own son.

This is quite shocking for such a small town.

Zhao Hao nodded, not paying any attention.

After seeing the fat boy Dali being controlled by the clown, he guessed that something must have happened to their family as well.

He asked, "Sheriff, is there anyone in town named Rupert?"

The sheriff paused, startled. "Yes, Rupert the Butcher. The butcher in town is named Rupert. What... what happened to him?"

Zhao Hao called him aside and said a few words.

After the fat clown died, his psionic energy coalesced into a supernatural item. Such naturally occurring supernatural items are quite rare.