Watching the white nose fly up and down with his two hands, and pounding the human skin 'balloons' in his hands, I couldn't help but retch.

"Okay, that's the punishment for this unbehaving balloon."

White Nose's speed is ridiculously fast, and in less than a minute, he finished the show.

After the words fell, it gently pushed, and the 'balloon' flew into the air, swaying in front of me.

Although this 'balloon' is made of human skin, it no longer has the slightest human form......

It has a white nose and is pinched to look like a pig......

Four forked hooves, a pair of belligerents, and even on the buttocks, there is a pig's tail hanging down in a spiral......

Vivid and lifelike.

But the face is still the same as the human face......

The body of the pig, and the human face, are a strange and ingenious combination.

I swear, I've never seen anything so weird in my life.

The head, deprived of oxygen from fear, almost suffocated me......

"It's been a long time since I've had a party for a newcomer......

Are you still satisfied with my performance? ”

The corners of the white-nosed clown's mouth crossed a grim smile: "My part, that's the end here, next, it's time for my balloons to perform, I believe you, you will like it too......"

With that, White Nose, snapped his fingers.

The balloon floating in the air suddenly moved......

There was no wind in the room, but the balloons moved on their own......

You touch me, I touch you, in the room, swinging around.

It's like coming to life......

These balloons, rising to the middle of the hall, are arranged in several vertical rows, dislocated from each other, fluttering up and down.

Like a tumbling wave......

To be precise, it's like a rolling sea of corpses......

Countless, corpse-like pale hands and feet, with the rolling of the waves, looming, if there is nothing......

The sailors who watched this scene through their mobile phones were all scared.

Not to mention me, the anchor who stays in the room......

This show is really, really, terrible!

"My balloons are different from other people's balloons. As for the difference, you can immediately appreciate it......"

The voice of the white-nosed clown came from afar.

The balloons in the air, after finishing their performances, did not stand still in the air, seven or eight 'balloons', colliding with each other, and had a tendency to pounce on me......

These balloons, automatic without wind, come in droves, and I absolutely don't believe them if they have no strange purpose.

I hid in the corner, staring at the balloons in horror, and was secretly hesitating, when suddenly I felt cold above my head.

A puff of cold air sprayed onto my Celestial Spirit cover......

"My body, so good......

It's about to burst......

But when you open your mouth, your mouth hurts......

It's so painful to be a 'balloon'......

Why, you don't have to endure this pain, I want you to taste it too, this pain ......"

The voice of grumbling came from overhead, and I looked up in amazement.

a, a shriveled face, on top of my head......

It was a 'balloon', the white-nosed one, the first balloon, the big boy who was a head taller than him......

Its mouth was tightly sewn together with needles and threads, but its face struggled desperately, and the corners of its mouth were opened.

The sound came from this place.

A balloon made of human skin can actually speak......

I was so scared that my soul was about to fly out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Hee-hee."

The smug voice of the white-nosed clown came from afar: "When I peeled off the skin of the boy who was a head taller than me and made it into a 'balloon'."

Although I have my own balloon again, I always feel that I am not satisfied.

The fulfillment and happiness that I felt when I didn't make the first plastic bag balloon.

It's empty, it's depressing, it's uncomfortable, it makes me want to die.

Later, it was the dean who solved my confusion.

She took me to her office and told me that the reason I felt empty was because of my balloons, imperfect.

It's just a balloon without a soul.

It's not a work of art at all.

She said that she would have a method that could hook the remnants of the dead and not enter reincarnation.

Inject residual thoughts into the balloon, my balloon is the real perfection, and it can become a work of art for generations to come.

She looked at me eagerly and asked me if I wanted to learn.

Of course, I didn't even think about it, so I nodded in agreement.

The dean has an alias called 'gardener', the gardener who watered the future flowers of the motherland.

So, she was a very good teacher, and she quickly taught me the way to restrain residual thoughts.

I used the method given to me by the dean to confine the 'remnants' of the big boy who was a head taller than me in its human skin balloon.

Inside the balloon, there were suddenly strange lines flickering, which was simply beautiful.

In particular, when I dragged the 'balloon' and ran around the orphanage, the terrible screams and remorse of the big boy's 'remnants' almost made me feel satisfied.

It wasn't until this moment that I completely mastered all the means needed to make a perfect balloon.

I finally understood that the meaning of my coming to the world is to make more and more perfect 'balloons', so that more people can enjoy such beautiful works of art.

How about it, have you seen such a unique work of art anywhere else? ”

I didn't say a word on my lips, and in my heart, I scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the white-nosed clown.

His grandmother's, this bastard, is even darker than the evil cultivator.

took other people's lives, skinned other people's skins, and confined other people's residual thoughts in balloons, so that people would never enter reincarnation.

If the death of the eldest boy may be some self-inflicted, then what did the other twenty-three 'balloons' do to be enslaved like this?

The big boy's mouth was opened by him, and he was still hissing as he spoke to me.

The air current, with its 'body' hitting the roof, and then bouncing back in front of my face, back and forth several times, is not too scary.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a fresh face......

New here, hurry up and become a member of the 'Balloon' family, I can't wait to stay with you." ”

There was another voice, coming from the other side.

But it was a seventy or eighty-year-old lady who looked like a 'balloon' with wrinkled skin.

There is no kindness that an elderly person should have, but a fierce and vicious spirit, which makes people disgusted at a glance.

Her words made me sick enough.

More and more 'balloons' are coming to my ears......

Talking all sorts of horrible nonsense, my face turned green with fright.

These 'balloons' seem to be sure that after the party, I will definitely become a member of the 'balloons' family.

It seems that this party, as well as the final killer move, has not been exposed.

I'm certainly not going to sit back and let myself be scared to death by these balloons.

You have to find an opportunity to kill the white-nosed clown.

It is the host of this party and the collector of 'balloons', as long as you kill it, this weird party should be able to come to an end.

Soon, I came up with a plan.

Pretend to be panicked and lower the vigilance of the white nose.

I lay on my stomach behind a 'balloon', ignoring the foul language in its mouth, pushing the 'balloon' and moving slowly......

When I was about to reach the white-nosed clown, I pushed away the 'balloon' and jumped out of the ground like a cheetah, pounced, and fed the dagger in my hand to the throat of the white-nosed clown.

Bathed in the light of the bloody moon, the white-nosed clown looks like a bright target, and its position is simply not too easy to capture.

Fear has brought out my potential.

I almost used the fastest speed in my life.

Between the lightning and flint, my dagger was no more than three fingers from the throat of the white nose.

But the white nose did not move a bit.

As if I didn't expect that I would suddenly attack and be scared stupid.

I secretly rejoiced, and immediately, I increased the force in my hand, ensuring that this blow would pierce its throat.

But the white-nosed clown, shaking his head from side to side, suddenly opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

It smiled ill-intentionedly, and the smile was meaningful, which made my heart furious, as if everything I was was under its control.

But I really can't figure out what kind of remedy it can do at such a close distance.

Soon, I understood......