This is the first time that the money-worshipping clown has encountered a situation where he can't resist since he came into contact with strange talk alone. The magnetic field of this strange story is too weird.

His fluctuations are slight. It's so slight that even a money worship clown, a differentiator who can expand two realms at the same time, is difficult to detect.

Even, if it weren't for the over-understanding of Shi Que, the money-worshipping clown probably wouldn't even have the opportunity to take precautions in advance, so he went on the road.

On the eyelids, the slender fingers have not yet left, even if he can't see the body, the gold worship clown can still clearly sense that someone is looking at him greedily.

This kind of covetousness made him instinctively feel sick to his stomach. But he was controlled by the magnetic field of this strange talk.

I can't move, I can't even use the strength to resist. At this time, all around them, the snow-white canvas, the deep and light colors have already laid out the background.

It seems to have gotten a purer gray from Bo Yanzhao's body, and in the night sky on the canvas, the transition of light and dark of the stars is extraordinarily soft at every moment.

Bo Yanzhao...... He's going to die. Ignoring the fingers on his eyelids, the gold-worshipping clown subconsciously looked in the direction of Bo Yanzhao.

Bo Yanzhao pressed his heart with both hands, and the whole person curled up in a wheelchair, his face was pale, and his lips almost turned purple.

He was too thin, and the raised butterfly bones on his back looked more and more craggy, like a mountain cliff about to collapse.

Not even the weight of a straw can be carried. And Xu Ye behind Bo Yanzhao couldn't touch Bo Yanzhao at all, and even Xu Ye himself was covered with endless paint.

Layer by layer, the original Xu Ye is covered in heavy oil paint, and his figure is becoming more and more blurred, as if it is about to merge with the background on the canvas.

The child was already very frightened, he clutched the clothes of the gold-worshipping clown, and big tears fell on the clothes of the gold-worshipping clown.

Not far away, his grandfather had fallen to the ground, his life and death unknown. Sparrow...... There are also sparrows.

The money-worshipping clown suddenly discovered that the time sparrow, which was supposed to be in the middle, was gone. The finch is white.

Only the time finch is white. That weird talk, it needs white! Thinking of the inquiry room, the strange talk would rather expose the information that covers humanity than to get the time sparrow urgently.

The money worship clown's heart beat heavily. He panicked for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

On this battlefield, he is the only main attacker who can still move, and he has to find a way. At the very least, save Bo Yanzhao.

At the very least, to get to the Sparrow's side! The money worship clown's brain turned very fast, and he thought of a lot of conventional ways to break the magnetic field of strange talks, but it was useless.

His spiritual power has been raised to the highest, but the magnetic field that binds him with this strange talk is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much spiritual power he uses, he will eventually be eaten away by him, and even try to fight back.

The cold sweat between his foreheads slipped down drop by drop. And at the moment when the gold worship clown was almost exhausted, there was a sudden stinging pain in his eyelids.

Be...... Utility knives? The moment the blade pierced his eyelids, the gold-worshipping clown Mingrui felt the blurring of his vision.

And his spiritual power, at this moment, was completely drained by strange talks. The strength of the gold-worshipping clown suddenly disappeared, and he shook for a moment, almost falling to his knees.

A strong, almost soul-stripped pain from the body made the money-worshipping clown can't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes, but no.

He couldn't stop it. The utility knife seemed to be untouchable, digging deeper into the base of his eyeball.

A sigh of surprise rang in his ears. The money-worshipping clown felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring.

"No, no. ()? ()”

“? ()?『 Come[♂]♂♂'()? The money-worshipping clown couldn't tell what he was feeling, and he dragged the child behind him.

The only remaining mental power triggered the scythe, and with the direction of the utility knife inserted into the eyelid, it slashed straight forward.

Legacy of the Gods 129 The Scythe of the Reaper, the only one that uses a blessing, is able to cut through everything, including the magnetic field of strange tales.

The sound of the cloth tearing came from mid-air. The money-worshipping clown can clearly perceive the laxity of the magnetic field of the strange talk.

Although it was only a small hole that was torn open, this is a small hole, and it is enough. The only thing that can influence the strange talk is the strange talk, and at this moment, the fusion of the money worship clown and the clown in his eyes has reached its peak.

And at the moment when the degree of integration reached its highest, he finally saw what he was facing.

Only the tip of the iceberg, a large cloud of mist enveloped a human figure, and only a pair of near-perfect hands were exposed.

One of them held a utility knife and inserted it straight into Bo Yanzhao's heart, while the other hand rested on his eyelids.

As if he was surprised that he still had the ability to resist, the movement of that hand paused for a second, and then the pain became more intense.

It was as if someone had grabbed his eyeballs and dragged them out.

"I, the ......," the cold voice was extremely paranoid. gt; And the connection between the money-worshipping clown and the clown monster is in the eyes, and the fusion that originally reached the highest level was unraveled in an instant.

"I, yes!" The voice sounded again, this time not cold, but gloomy with ambition.

The money-worshipping clown has completely lost the ability to resist. At this moment, behind him, the child, who was crying and couldn't breathe, suddenly rushed up and pushed the hand fiercely as if he had been stimulated.

But he couldn't push anything down. Because he is transparent.

"No, no!" The child cried incessantly, and he got up from the ground, staggering, but unusually determined to pounce on the strange tale again.

"No, you can't take it." This kid has cried too much and said too much throughout the day today.

The originally immature voice had become hoarse. But the kid still wouldn't give up and pounced on that weird talk.

For strange talk that can only see colors, this child is transparent, invisible, and untouchable.

()? But for this child, everything here is tangible. It hurts if you fall, and it hurts when you bleed.

But he refused to give up, even though he knew that he couldn't touch it, he still stubbornly got up from the ground again and again, and kept rushing towards the strange talk, trying to push him away.

"Monster, can't take it...... ()? ()”

“? ()_[()]?『 Come [字@]@@』()? "The child's cry was so desperate.

Next to him, Bo Yanzhao, who was about to suffocate because of heart palsy, barely raised his head, but he couldn't do anything.

On the other side, the gold-worshipping clown, with his right eye closed, blood gushing out from the corner of his eye, and his half-open left eye has no spirit.

Bo Yanzhao could see that the clown who was locked up in the eyes of the money-worshipping clown was also raising his head and wailing.

The gold-worshipping clown, who was originally dazzling, is gradually fading like a withered flower. It seems that they will not be able to escape this fate.

Bo Yanzhao used his last strength to mobilize the few spiritual powers in his body. An old film camera gradually appeared in his hand.

Bo Yanzhao's fingertips pressed and held the power button. But in the next second, an even more treacherous magnetic field suddenly exploded from the midfield.

"Take it back!" A familiar voice, but an unfamiliar tone. Is it the Sparrow? Bo Yanzhao could keenly feel that at the moment when Shi Que spoke, the magnetic field of this strange talk was obviously shaken a little.

Here's your chance! Bo Yanzhao took a quick step back, and the moment the utility knife was withdrawn from his heart, the pain from the soul origin made Bo Yanzhao couldn't help but take a cool breath.

Turning his head to look at Xu Ye again, the money-worshipping clown who was originally controlled didn't know when he appeared next to Xu Ye, and the blade of the sickle was just right to tear open the paint that wrapped Xu Ye.

Xu Ye staggered a step and half-knelt on the ground. Shi Que walked up to the child and picked him up from the ground.

The white falcon has taken off into the air, circling around the location of the mist, constantly circulating. On the side of Shi Que, "Strange Tale Gossip Weekly" has floated, and it is clearly a windless space, but the pages of the weekly are

"Bang la la" constantly flipping. As the page changes, one strange story after another appears behind Shi Que.

The cabinet of [Temperance] rumbled to the ground, one locked Xu Ye and Bo Yanzhao inside, and the other locked up the child and his grandfather.

[Trial] is just a [Normal] Strange Talk, but in the face of [Disaster Level], he has no fear at all, and the magnetic field of spiritual pollution has been fully opened, as if he is looking for an opportunity to penetrate the mist around that [Disaster-level] strange story.

And in front of Shi Finch, [Strength] and his companions are eyeing each other. [World] naturally turned into Zhou Yi's appearance and began to wander at any time.

And what Bo Yanzhao cares about the most is [lovers]. Although this strange story is a fragment of a [catastrophic] strange story, its status in the weekly magazine is at the bottom of the standard.

It's not just Shi Que and the money-worshipping clown who usually like to bully him, but even other weird stories and gods in the weekly magazine also like to bully him.

Even the [lover] himself gradually began to become a bit canine. But this time it was a different story.

I don't know if it's because the opponent is too strong, but the expression on the face of the [lover] is also much more dangerous.

He looked at the exposed hand with interest and whistled lightly. The voice of the sparrow is very cold,

"Don't let him go." [Strength] rushed out almost instantly. The world disappeared in its place.

And the [lover] also clapped his hands, and two people appeared behind him. One looked dressed like a gardener, with huge garden scissors in his hand, and blood was dripping from the tip of the knife.

The other one is somewhat similar in appearance to the OCD Apostle, but on his shoulder, he carries a shotgun.

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