Heath Ledger felt that the smell of inferior oil paint on his face made him sick, but he felt less uncomfortable in front of the enthusiastic audience and their enthusiastic praise and compliments. He even had the time to admire for a moment the perfect breasts of the beautiful woman who had been throwing flattering eyes at him, imagining the softness and size of the place, but only for the imagination.

Heath Ledger smiled self-deprecatingly, but his smile looked even more comical due to the thick oil paint he had painted. The audience around him began to point fingers at him, and he suddenly felt like a strange animal being watched.

What a terrible thought, Heath Ledger watched as the tired, seemingly tired, began to leave, with some dismay.

After receiving the last thug who claimed to want to learn from him, and politely rejected him, Heath Ledger casually pressed a switch next to the stage.

The old, huge magic headlights finally went out, and the song was over.

Heath Ledger walked backstage, he needed a basin of water to wash off the disgusting and unpleasant inferior oil paint on his face, and then talk to the boss about today's sharing, after all, he had saved the circus again, and the bastard who looked like a pig couldn't afford to pay the bill.

The humble backstage was lit with foul-smelling rat oil lamps, inferior oil lit by inferior lights, and the rest of the circus sat in the dim shadows watching him, their eyes flashing green like rats in the dark shadows. The glow of jealousy.

"Yes, Mr. Clown, what a wonderful show." One of the lewd men playing with the throwing knife said a word.

"Of course, he's our savior." Another man playing with throwing knives said exaggeratedly, but his yin and yang weird tone revealed a disgusting taste.

"I'm going to give him a baby......" The fat man who was playing with the roller seemed to remember the humiliation on stage, and shouted in the voice of a woman in the audience.

The three shameless Da Lang laughed. Heath Ledger gave them a blank look, completely ignoring their taunts, and began to prepare to wash his face with water.

In fact, as a pillar of the circus, these people should not and dare not have any disrespect for him, but they dare to ......

Heath Ledger picked up the rough linen and soaked it for a while, about to wipe it off his face, when someone called out to him: "Heath Ledger, my Mr. Clown, thank you so much for saving my circus once again." Although he said words of thanks, the smile on the face of the obese middle-aged man who came out of the shadows was so hypocritical.

Heath Ledger tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the oil paint on his face made it impossible to see his expression at all, "So isn't it ......?"

"Oh oh, no, no, no, I mean, tomorrow's performance is all in your hands, you're so good." The obese middle-aged man shook his head regretfully, but a contemptuous smile flashed in his eyes.

"My sister's deed of sale and ......," Heath Ledger said again.

"Deed of Sale, don't worry young man, we didn't say that if you perform well enough, I will destroy them." There was a playful smile in the middle-aged man's eyes, my poor little ant, don't try to escape from the palm of my hand.

The others didn't react much when they saw the boss coming, and just exchanged a few words with him, because they just signed a work contract with the middle-aged head of the group, while Heath Ledger, the clown, signed a deed of sale with this middle-aged fat man, although this kind of thing is rare after the formation of the alliance, it still exists, and the person who has the deed of sale can legally enslave the poor guy who signed the deed of sale.

That's why these guys dare to taunt Heath Ledger with impunity.

Heath Ledger stopped talking, listening to the pig-like middle-aged man and a few other sluts talking and laughing, and vaguely heard a few words about his sister and couldn't help frowning.

At this time, the curtain was pulled back again, and the thin girl who was selling tickets at the door walked in, and when she saw Heath Ledger washing her face there, she rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Heath Ledger with a pair of thin but snow-white hands, "Brother, let me help you." ”

"Jessica, no, I'll do it myself." Heath Ledger smiled genuinely for the first time, and although his face was full of paint, the sincere emotion seeped through his dark eyes.

"Yes, Jessica, you better stop doing this kind of rough work, I'll feel sorry for hurting your little hands." The middle-aged fat man walked over with a smile and blocked the way of the thin girl Jessica, and the fat hands began to stretch towards Jessica's white and tender arms.

Heath Ledger frowned, looking at the greedy and lustful eyes that the middle-aged man had been revealing since Jessica was fourteen years old, and clenched the linen in his hand, "Captain Sacco, my sister is still young. ”

The middle-aged fat head named Sacco smiled indifferently, and laughed even more arrogantly: "It's not small, it's not small." As he spoke, he aimed at Jessica's thin breasts.

"yes, yes, Jessica is a big girl." The others also gathered around, and one by one they showed indescribable smiles.

Heath Ledger couldn't sit still any longer, he put down the half-wiped towel in his hand, grabbed Jessica's side, and protected her behind him, staring at the group of hungry wolves in the dim light.

"Fuck off." Heath Ledger's voice was hoarse, and the inferior oil paint on his half-wiped face turned into red and green lines, which looked hideous and terrifying under the reflection of the dim oil lamp.

"Tut-tut...... Mr. Clown, you're trying to rebel. The man with the cylinder pointed at Heath Ledger with a bit of a pretense of humility.

Heath Ledger looked at the finger that was about to poke his face, and just whispered, "Get out." ”

"You ......" The fat man took a step forward and wanted to push Heath Ledger, but was slammed away by Heath Ledger, and directly hit the basin of washing water, and the colorful water stains spread on the ground, like the blood of some kind of animal.

The scene was extremely embarrassing, and the head of the Sacco regiment, who provoked the whole thing, coughed, "It's all your own people, why bother?" ”

The others heard Sacco, the only one qualified to teach Heath Ledger a lesson, and they had to give up, after all, they still had to rely on Sacco for food.

With a wave of his hand, Sacco dispersed the others, and began to walk out himself, until he was about to disappear, when he turned his fat face and said in an inexplicable tone, "You can't escape from the palm of my hand." ”

Jessica's little face turned pale in an instant, and her face, which was already malnourished and sickly, looked even more abnormal at the moment.

Heath Ledger touched his sister's face with some distress, but "Sister ......" didn't know what to say.

The two men were relatively silent, and began to clean up the overturned basin by the dim light, and the ghost wondered how Sacco would make things difficult for their brother and sister if they didn't clean up.

Heath Ledger, who was crouching on the ground, suddenly found that his head was dark, and when he tried to look up, he found a man in a black top hat crouching in front of him.

"Why don't you resist?" The man in the black dress played with the cards in his hand, "You obviously have such a powerful ability. ”

Heath Ledger looked at the man who appeared inexplicably, said inexplicable words, and was stunned for a moment and said, "This is a private space, sir, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place." ”

"Why don't you resist?" The man playing with the cards repeated his question.

Heath Ledger was silent for a moment, "It's none of your business. ”

"Why don't you resist?"

Jessica, who was standing on the sidelines, seemed to be unable to stand the repeated questioning of the man playing the cards, and seemed to be stimulated by the series of events, she shouted hysterically: "Who are you, what qualifications do you have to say these things, you don't know anything, you don't know anything-"

Heath Ledger frowned, stood up and hugged his sister, who was a little nervous, turned his face and said in a cold tone, "Sir, please leave, my sister doesn't like you." ”

The man looked at Heath Ledger's terrifyingly painted face and laughed, "Yes, that's how it should be." ”

The man laughed inexplicably, and then he stopped laughing, he took out his pile of cards and handed them to Heath Ledger, saying, "Draw one, draw one and I'll go." ”

Heath Ledger gave him a wary look, drew a somewhat old card and flipped it over.

A man is hung upside down on a cross.

"Hanged man ......" the man flicked his top hat and once again showed that inexplicable smile and began to retreat.

"Your cards."

"I've got you." The man who was about to disappear into the shadows narrowed his eyes and looked at Heath Ledger, "I'm looking forward to your growth, Heath Ledger. ”

"Oh, and, remember my name, Trist, a man destined to dominate an era."

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The night began to darken, and the mutilated moon peeked out of the clouds with hideous sharp corners.

It was an ordinary night in the year 222 of the New World of Valoran, and it was as usual.

It was also destined to be a night that should be recorded in the history books, the night on which the men, who would later be known as the Demon Triumvirate, met for the first time, even though they did not know each other at the time.

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The second more. Another big chapter of nearly 3,000 words.

It's very tiring to write, and it's a little out of shape, so it's even late, forgive me.

Let's ask for a ticket.

Also, pay tribute to the immortal Clown Heath Ledger.