When Chen Ang's gaze swept over again, everyone who was stared at with that calm, even indifferent gaze, shuddered, and fear and anger were intertwined, turning into an indescribable emotion surging in his chest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The clown's body, which was ignored by everyone, suddenly struggled twice, and stubbornly raised his already bloody head.

The clown's eyes were confused at first, and then when he heard the sound of clacking footsteps approaching, he turned to horror, and he pressed his fingers to the floor in vain, moving inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

After a while, he saw a pair of shoes stop in front of him, and the clown raised his head blankly, but only saw Chen Ang tilting his head to look at him.

The fierce and indifferent look in his eyes made the clown couldn't help but be stunned, and the desperate fear turned into a rage, and the clown bared his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.

"I think I you......"

Chen Ang ran back to the place when he laughed, pulled out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown, and before he could finish speaking, a brick smashed on his forehead, and then again.

The people around were silent, and the sound of bricks hitting flesh and blood was the sound of a large fighting arena, except for the sound of breathing.

After a few blows, the clown was completely paralyzed on the ground, Chen Ang had to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage, a long trail of blood like a brush, as if it was a return to the light, the clown who dragged on the ground like a dead dog, almost tried his last bit of obsession to burst out from the ground and rushed towards Chen Ang.

He bit Chen Ang like a dying wolf, his flesh and blood spilled like water droplets, and a tragic aura rushed to his face.

Chen Ang kicked him in the lower abdomen, and a clear breaking sound could be heard, the clown's upper and lower bodies were about to fold in half, and his spine twisted strangely into a U-shape, and he fell to the ground with a click.

Squatting in front of the clown, Chen Ang took a closer look: "Your name is the clown?" He pointed to the clown's mouth: "No, it's not a clown at all!" ”

"What is the source of the clown's charm? Love & Madness...... You're crazy enough, but not loving enough. I'm going to see what you care about the most? And then tell you a little ugly truth: bad days, will turn anyone into me! Chen Ang flipped through the clown's memories, and then scribbled them like graffiti.

Finally, he pulled out his knife and made a smiling face on the clown's face.

The clown tried to stop him, he weakly raised his hand to grab Chen Ang's trouser legs, struggling in despair, Chen Ang pulled out the brick, and pointed it at the hand, once, twice, leaving only a layer of flesh and skin connected to the fingers and could no longer grasp Chen Ang.

Chen Ang stuffed the knife into the clown's mouth, and quickly completed the creation, looking at the clown's cracked smile, he calmly took a few steps back, turned his head and sighed: "This is the clown!" ”

The gladiatorial arena is a small enclosed space, the dazzling light will be seen for a long time, the eyes will be flowered, more and more iron thorns are entangled in this space, orange-yellow, some old light shines in this thorn bush, blood spots and rust are intertwined, there is a cruel taste.

The mechanical, cold, simple trials and games continued, and the lucky corpses hung like a cross on the thorny wall, pierced by iron barbed ropes, and the blood filled the air as the corpses began to pile up. A strong indescribable malice and cruelty flowed in the void.

Nourishes this evil soil.

There is no shortage of sacrifices, there is always a steady stream of sacrifices coming from all over the city to provide materials for this bloody sacrifice field, the game is still going on, the lucky ones who finish the first round are turned into corpses, and those who unfortunately fail can only play cruelly for what they love.

Hook desperately wants to fulfill the conditions of the end of the game for his family not to participate in the game, and he uses all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, gore and cruelty.

There are fewer and fewer people who will survive, and there is no need for Chen Ang and them to interfere in the rest of the matter, those villains are torturing each other, they are turning like a grinding plate, grinding themselves and others into flesh and blood. The more the game ends, the more cruel it becomes, and when Robert goes down, the scene has reached a situation where Chen Ang can't bear to read.

"So no matter how good your talent is, you can't compare to a good system......" Chen Ang gestured to the punisher there: "At first, my methods were relatively crude, and I could only scare those who were more cowardly and worried, but later, those who had a strong motivation to end it all were dug up by me." ”

"They began to be active to do this, and then the system got off to a good start, and it could gradually improve itself, and those who did not have the power to oil and salt became fuel, and they were gradually consumed, but those who were motivated, whether it was revenge or madness. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to be creative. ”

"In the process, I just need to tinker with the foundation of what this system has gotten, and they complete the game on their own!"

"Now we have thirteen carriers...... "Chen Ang swept over the distorted and unseemly bodies, Joker, Robert, Gatsby...... These are the people who have not been redeemed from the game, and their fate will be ten times worse than that of everyone who died.

A thick, almost substantial malice permeates the slaughterhouse, Daredevil takes the chicks away, and the Punisher violently disperses the 'inhabitants' near the building.

The wounds on the bodies of the thirteen carriers had scabbed, in fact, according to common sense, they should have died, but under a strange force, not only were they still struggling, their twisted souls full of resentment wailed, and the wounds on their bodies were even recovering.

Tiny tentacles sprouted from the flesh of the wounds, groping around their bodies.

In Chen Ang's perception, the bodies of these people were deteriorating rapidly—something had indeed descended into their bodies from the void, and the whole process of alienation made people's scalps tingle.

This pair of carrier souls is really an incomparable torture, those indescribable existences, ordinary people will be greatly polluted by the spirit at a glance, on the verge of madness. Even people as smart as Stark and as determined as Captain America will be seriously affected, and these carriers can be said to be in extremely close contact with those monsters.

It is to insert their bodies into their bodies alive.

"As someone said: bad days, will turn anyone into me!"

Chen Ang sighed: "I don't think there will be anything worse than this, what about being a man?" The most important thing is to be happy. I hope you've ever been a joker for someone who makes people happy! He bent four fingers and put a quotation mark around his ear. (To be continued.) )