Don't look at my rough behavior as fierce as a tiger, but I forgot in a hurry, I also tried to break the formation seal in the Qingfeng Temple Hall before, and the result was embarrassing.

At this moment, embarrassing things happened again.

I saw the whirlwind formed by the Gang air current, and after the wind blew into the zombie group at a gallop, the zombie army that surged up like a tide did not react, just took a beating, and then pounced on it as usual.

In an instant, my heart was like 10,000 tweed horses starting to gallop. This is simply unscientific! Aren't these living dead and damn playgrounds hallucinations, but real?!

I can't think about it anymore, the zombie army is like an ant colony, surging up layer after layer, scaring me and the fat duck like a stack of arhats.

Finished! Bursts of rotten corpse gas instantly penetrated my nostrils, and I thought to myself that this little life had to be confessed.

Unexpectedly, although the zombies and I were firmly pressed to the ground, none of them opened their mouths to bite, but like ropes, they firmly grabbed our hands, feet, and limbs.

Then, they carefully lifted us up, hugged us, and slowly moved deeper into the playground.

The hands of the living dead were cold and hard as iron, and I looked at the fat man to the face, unable to understand what these zombies were trying to do, and I felt a sense of grandeur that they were about to be escorted to the execution ground.

They carried us one after the other, and walked very slowly, even slower than the fat man and I walked on our own.

In addition to the sound of their footsteps, the silence around them returned to the past, and the rustling sound under the ground stopped at some point, and the zombies under the ground no longer came out.

The fat man and I were lifted around one broken ride after another: merry-go-rounds, roller coasters, pirate ships, space capsules, Spitfire meteors......

After turning one corner after another, the playground turned out to be bigger than I had imagined, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Passing through a small circular square, we were gradually lifted from the wind-swept exterior into the interior.

It was supposed to be a small indoor circus, and I saw a few shabby posters: a lion jumping over a fire ring, a cat with a ball on his head, a monkey with a stick in his hand, a tiger on a trampoline......

The posters were yellowish and old, and some were even half mutilated.

It doesn't look like a real photo, but the style is closer to the Western advertising paintings of the fifties and sixties, giving people a retro feeling at the same time, it makes people feel weird and inexplicable.

The living dead holding us were still moving purposefully but very slowly, and after a moment of flickering light and darkness, I saw a small indoor circular stage.

The stage is brightly coloured, with a row of eye-catching lights lit up at the edges. Surrounded by circles of auditoriums, the seats are worn out and look like some kind of synthetic plastic that has long been obsolete, staggered and empty.

On the surrounding walls, a few flickering torches were inserted, which had already blackened the cracked walls, and the flames were rattling and jumping.

As my eyes got used to it, I was surprised to find a person kneeling in the center of the stage.

This man was tied up with five flowers, not so much kneeling, but slumped on the ground, like a puddle of mud.

In such a low temperature, he was wearing only a white shirt with blood stains on it, and his body was scared of a pair of smudged black trousers, and the pants were cut out of various sizes.

He was hunched over, his head bowed, his back to us, and his whole body shook into a ball, I don't know if it was because of fear or cold.

Although he was sitting on the ground with his back to us, I was too familiar with the back of this man, it was Captain Wang!

While I was shocked, I looked over Captain Wang's trembling body and found that in front of him, in the center of the circular stage, there was a wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow swayed as if it were difficult to maintain its balance, and on that cart was riding a skinny clown puppet.

On its face, which was exaggerated in oil paint, it was smiling at us with a malicious smile......

The scene in front of me was a bit eerie and unexpected for me.

First, I didn't expect to see Captain Wang here, and second, I had never seen this clown puppet before.

Although from the first glance at it, I could tell that it must be a sinister thing, but for some reason, it felt more like it was possessed by something than a living thing itself.

I could see that there was a black gas writhing over the clown's thin, short body, not demonic energy, let alone treachery or corpse energy.

Captain Wang seems to be injured, but he is still alive, which is a blessing in misfortune.

I remember on the phone before, he told me that he was hanging upside down in a tree and that there were a lot of dead bodies around, and that the environment was completely different from that of this place.

And what is the origin of this clown? Could it be the big dead boy hiding behind the scenes?!

In confusion, the group of living dead had already carried me and the fat man to the round stage, and slowly lowered us down in front of the clown in the center of the stage, just like the shaking Captain Wang, and then retreated.

As soon as I landed, I began to try to move my hands and feet, but I was surprised to find that my limbs were tied up by several black ropes at some point.

I have the impression that this group of living dead people just grabbed me and the fat man, and there was no rope or anything like that in their hands, so what about this black rope that came out of thin air?

I was amazed, and when I looked down, I found that a round black shadow appeared on the ground where I was kneeling.

The shadows were like a puddle of mud, and the blackness surged back and forth, like flowing water, solidifying on my hands, feet, and limbs, and holding me firmly.

It soon dawned on me that these were not physical ropes, but something resembling a shadow, the source of which was clearly from the black mire beneath my feet at this moment.

Looking around left and right, the same circular shadow appeared at the feet of Captain Wang and the fat man, and it seemed that they were in exactly the same situation as me.

The fat man's face was better, although Captain Wang was still alive, his face was as pale as a piece of tissue paper, and his facial muscles were also unconsciously hesitating, with more air in and less air out.

I don't know what happened to him, but if he can scare a well-trained retired Wujun person into such a picture, the horror of his experience can be imagined.

I struggled a few times, but to no avail, the black shadows that wrapped around my limbs still tightened as I struggled, and the pain made me grin.

In front of us, the clown sitting on the wheelbarrow has not spoken. Dressed in an exaggerated, colorful clown suit, it rode the unicycle forward and backward, not knowing what it was thinking.

It stared at us condescendingly, two cold lights shooting out of its eyes, as if admiring the last struggle of its prey.

On that face, a large mouth was exaggerated to the base of the ear, as if it was laughing silently......