I glanced back at the clown and asked him if he had any other tricks, only to find that he was in the same state as he was during the day, with his chin in his hands on his hands, and he looked pensive.

I thought about it, and decided not to disturb him, if I woke him up at this time, this thing would never tell me any tricks, but would be madly sarcastic about me.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to control my left hand and make the first set of movements, and my right hand followed the practice of the day, and made the second set of movements in succession.

"Brush"

In the dark fog, the obsessions who were full of the stench of dead fish and rotten shrimp surrounded me and beat me wildly.

I guess these things treat me like a clown, and the clown hacked them dozens of times a few days ago.

Now I finally seized an opportunity to fight back, and whether it was the clown himself or not, he was beaten to death.

I used two sets of movements, trying my best to block the obsessions around me.

But the clown has too much hatred these days, and after a while, I was beaten up and staggered, and I couldn't help but use the desperate style of killing crazy on the battlefield.

It's so easy to lose your life here with your obsession.

Because obsessions are immortal, the clown can shatter these ordinary obsessions with the resentment of the super strong obsession of death obsession, but I can't.

After all, I'm just an ordinary human being, it's easy to kill people with a knife, but it's hard to kill obsessions.

"What a piece of rubbish."

The clown snatched the knives out of my hands with both hands and kicked me out with a single kick.

Next, it's his performance.

But I can't see it anymore, because my nose and face are swollen from the beating, and the clothes on my body are torn by these obsessions, like beggars.

"Look closely."

The clown's cold voice came, and he used the same two sets of movements he had just taught me.

It looks pleasing to the eye, but it is also extremely lethal.

Just these two movements, but they left extremely conspicuous traces of separation in the void.

The fog that had been slashed by the knife left behind healed very slowly, accompanied by a strange hissing sound.

In just a short period of time, all these obsessions were shattered.

"I say, did you see what these things look like?" I stood by and watched for a long time, but I still couldn't see what this group of obsessions looked like.

"If there's something you don't want us to see, don't bother, you can't see it." The clown's answer is simple, because there is something he doesn't want us to see.

"The big guy inside?" I pointed to the stinking gutter, and I couldn't think of anything else but the stuff inside.

The clown stared at me with a look of a fool, "Do you think anyone else here can do this but that thing?" ”

I think about it, too, in the whole game, it seems that he is the only one who can do this.

I was woken up in the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep, so I started to compare the two sets of actions taught by the clown.

It was only after the sky was dark that I slowly fell asleep.

As soon as I slept until noon, I walked around the edge of the stinky ditch while playing the tricks taught by the clown.

I don't know where the corpse was thrown that day drifted to, and the stench here is still so strong, but I may have gotten used to it.

At least for now, I feel like that, much better than the first time.

I looked at the shore not far away, and suddenly I felt a special strange feeling in my heart.

The stinking ditch is no more than three meters wide, and on both sides of the shore are very hard-looking muddy floors.

In fact, whether it is hard or not, and I can't climb up after falling for half a day, I have the most right to speak.

Those places are traps, which seem to be hard, but in fact they are already soft and terrible.

I stood on the shore and watched the stinky ditch wind and turn, leaving a very long trail on the ground.

The traces spread far away, as if they were going straight into the sky, and I didn't know that in reality, there was still such a long stinky ditch remaining.

It feels to me as if this is a dividing line, easily separating the two worlds.

On one side is the side I am standing on, the real world of existence, and on the other side is the other side of the stinky ditch, which seems to be close at hand, but it is a place that I will never be able to reach in my life.

This stinky ditch may be a place I will never be able to cross.

I don't know why I had this weird idea, but it did.

There are only more than three meters of stinky water ditches, and any adult can easily jump from here to speed up and run.

But I felt like I couldn't jump, and I even died in half-cut.

After walking around for most of the time, I went back and told the clown how I felt and asked him what was going on.

Unexpectedly, the clown glanced at me and said coldly.

"Just discovered? I don't know if I should call you smart or stupid. ”

"What do you mean? You already knew? Why didn't you tell me sooner? "I looked at the clown and wanted to beat him, but I couldn't.

"Tell you it worked?" The clown glanced at me and turned to the other side with his knives in his hands.

Obviously, he didn't want to talk to me, so I pouted, looking so embarrassed, I hadn't been beaten to a pulp.

Since he didn't want to talk to me, I gestured with my hands and continued to practice those two moves.

"Brush"

The clown seemed to have eyes on his back, and he still came to me with two knives, and the two knives staggered in front of me.

"Just by using your hands to make gestures, without physical exercises, you won't feel like your arms are lengthened."

I didn't answer, picked up the double knife and continued to practice.

For the next few days, I spent the next few days like this, practicing these two moves desperately under the command of the Joker.

Although there were only two moves, the clown told me at least a dozen variations.

In other words, there are more than a dozen ways to deal with the two moves, and you can easily catch the sword handed by the opponent from any direction.

Of course, during this time, I was also beaten by the clown, and sometimes I wonder if this thing is taking the opportunity to beat me.

The sun hung high in the sky, and I walked beside the stinking ditch with my twin knives.

Looking at the bare shore on the other side again, I felt a special urge to see if I could jump over.

"You'd better not think like that."

I jerked around and looked at a man not far away.

I don't know when, there was a man in a tunic behind me, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a righteous face.

He looked at me and continued, "Your swordsmanship is good, but don't think that you are good at swordsmanship and you can jump the line. ”

"Boundaries?" I tilted my head slightly, but my hands tightened slightly.

I've always been hostile to the gamers here, but I didn't know that the two people I met that day, they didn't say a word and did it to me.

The man in front of me is obviously not ordinary, if there is a real fight, the clown is not here now, and whether I can win is a question.