The clown's embarrassment is that he brags, but if he really wants him to control the master, he really can't do it.

The last time the controller was devoured by him, the most important thing was because of the existence of the eyeball, and the eyeball knew too much about Qinglan Town.

The eyeballs are not very strong, but they control the information that the Joker and I don't know, and it is this information that helps the Joker devour the original master.

But the eyeball was snatched away, and the remaining controller was stronger than the previous one, and the clown who beat him was really a piece of.

If the clown bragged to others, maybe others might believe it, but if it were me, he wouldn't be able to brag himself.

For I saw with my own eyes that he was beaten to a thin pulp by those who controlled him.

Of course, the clown is not so easy to be beaten, and his counterattack is also very sharp, and the controller is also beaten poorly.

"Or else? Didn't we put a corpse in the room? Wait until you go back and see how it goes, if not, you will attack him and beat him up? ”

"Is that okay? But I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him, and the corpse thing can only be regarded as a backing at best. The clown's face was full of worry, and it was really sad to say.

I said twice and lay down again.

"What do you mean by two snorts? Do you really think I can't beat him? I'm telling you, it's because in that room, I'm afraid that hand will come out again, or you'll see how I fix him. ”

"Yes, you're right." I nodded, perfunctory.

"Damn, look at you like that, with a perfunctory face, you wait for me to go back, I have to beat him into a fool." The clown was furious, and I guess I was very angry.

"Uh-huh, okay, come on." I rolled over and ignored him, and slowly fell asleep.

"You wait and see, and if I can't cripple him, I'll take your last name." The clown snorted next to me and gave me a big back.

For the next ten days, we didn't meet anyone else, and occasionally we could see people in the distance, but not much.

Just one or two people passing by, I didn't want to kill anyone, so I hid quietly next to the stinky ditch.

During the day, when I had nothing to do, I practiced the knife techniques taught by the clown, and at night I stayed and slept by the stinking ditch.

Occasionally, the clown would get into a few fights with the obsession with the stinking gutter, and those obsessions were so obsessed that they ignored me, probably because of the smell of my body, so that these things acquiesced to me and them as their own.

By the time I was almost out of food, my knife skills were finally approved by the clown, or at least he stopped saying that I was messy.

In addition to practicing knife skills every day, the rest is to chat with the clown to relieve boredom.

Don't look at the clown's very smart obsession, but under my deliberate guidance, I still can't help but tell all about my life experience.

This product is really unlucky, once worshiped under a sword master, and became a disciple of others.

Practicing swordsmanship, he is talented and strong, and he learns everything extremely quickly.

But it is precisely because his talent is too high, coupled with his own arrogant personality, that no one is in his eyes.

Soon he became a thorn in the side of all the disciples, so on a rainy night, all the disciples banded together, concealed from the clown, and killed their common master.

After this group of people killed the teacher, they arranged the scene well, and unanimously said that it was the clown's doing.

In the rivers and lakes, the most despicable thing is to kill the teacher.

Many martial arts people are looking for clowns and want to kill them.

The clown is not a fool, he knew in his heart that there must be something wrong with the master's death, so he secretly avoided those martial arts people, found a few senior brothers, and tied them together to ask.

Cruel punishments, in addition to directly harming the human body, also have psychological coercion of confessions.

The clown used psychological coercion, the first person said that he killed the master, and the clown didn't even cut off the other party's head directly.

The second one was so frightened that he immediately changed his tune and said he didn't know.

The clown did not let him go, but left a deep wound on his leg, directly crippling the other party.

Later, it was inferred from this theory, not once, and the second time, until three people died, and these people did not tell the truth.

The clown in the rage, one person with two knives, killed directly back, and killed almost all the people involved in the murder.

When only the last one remained, the clown was already shattered and could no longer fight, so he could only watch as the other party cut off his head.

The super strong resentment before death kept his obsession, and finally fell on the black and white double knife that has always accompanied him.

Originally, he had been exposed, but no one could have imagined that someone would walk into the theater with two knives.

There was a big thing in the theater, and when he saw the clown, he left the double knife, and the clown's obsession was trapped because of this.

As for how many years, the clown himself has forgotten, only remembering that every time we gamers appear, their theater obsession will give us a play.

Many times before, they won, and the obsession in the theater has increased a lot.

But this time, because of my alliance with Du Tianyuan, coupled with the use of the little fat man to throw stones to ask for directions, I actually broke the clown's flowing attack, which also caused the clown to fail.

In the Joker's story, we spent another three days.

On the fourth day, I had eaten the last of my food, drank my last bottle of water, and stood next to the stinking ditch.

So many days have passed, and it has been almost ten days since the last game participant I met, and even if there were other game participants, I guess he would have been hungry and didn't have the strength to jump over.

This is also an obvious trap, more than anyone else can fight hunger, and in the end it will only make people hungry and weak, and everyone will starve to death in this hellish place.

I don't want to starve to death, so I'm going to jump through here now.

As for me being wiped out in mid-air, or being dragged into a stinking ditch and drowned, it is better than being starved to death.

I can't imagine what it would be like to be in that horrible hunger again, and what happened to me as a child made me feel very resistant to this imminent situation.

All kinds of encounters when I was a child made me afraid of hunger in my heart, especially the face that occasionally flashed in front of me, which made me even more afraid of myself.

"I'll jump over later, and if you encounter something, you remember to help."

I took a few steps back, ready to jump, but the dirt was too soft under my feet.

Although the stinky ditch does not look wide, it is still a little difficult to jump through in one go.

If I fall into the stinking water, I don't know what else will happen, so I plan to jump over it in one go so that nothing strange happens.

But if something happens in the middle, it can only be seen whether the clown is in a good mood.

If the clown is in a bad mood and sees me killed, he can't blame others.

I ran a few steps, using all the strength of my body, and rushed to the stinking ditch as fast as I could.

Silently calculated the pace in his heart, and jumped up violently at the moment he approached the stinky ditch.

"Brush"

The picture in front of me turned violently, and the light converged, as if it had come to dusk in an instant.