Ben's brain, at the moment, was like an empty container, and fear was squeezed into it like cream.

Filling his head, letting it exude an alluring fragrance that seduces the saliva of diner Pennywise.

At this time, Ben is like a ripe peach with water droplets hanging on it, and the tip of the peach is slightly reddened.

The clown's hand was withdrawn from the cross,

Jumping off with a cat-like motion, the balloon in his hand was released and hit the roof of the church.

"Ben, look at yourself!"

"Hey, my chubby little waste has grown up, but it's still that little fat man inside."

The clown approached Ben step by step, and its sound was like the neighing of a crow when it was hurt.

There is no escape!

Ben's fingers, clutching the lemon tightly, were deeply embedded in it, the flesh squeezed out of his fingers, dripping onto the floor, and his face was completely iron-blue.

He remembered Pennywise the clown,

I remembered the oath I made 27 years ago, and I also remembered the oath that the seven of them made a blood alliance.

The pain began to appear in his palm, as if the scar had been cracked open and was dripping blood, and the blood was making his palm uncomfortable.

This oath came to him 27 years later.

Although he is now famous, the years have long smoothed his edges and corners, and once they could despise the adults of Derry Town with dignity and numbness.

But now he just wants to protect himself, he just wants to turn a blind eye.

Now, 27 years later, it's still it,

He wasn't him anymore, like old shoes that had been on the trek for a long time.

"What should I do!"

"Save me, O God."

Ben nervously stepped back, praying inwardly.

When the adversity is beyond his ability, all he can do is pray.

Wow~!

The church door was pushed open.

"Your hair is like the flame of winter, even when January comes," resounded the voice of a woman reciting a love poem.

Her voice came from the doorway of the church, and she was approaching.

The voice was so familiar, so that Ben's heart trembled.

He thought of the faith that had sustained him in his childhood, the hair that was like a winter fire, the girl who made him sprout in adolescence, and the girl who did not dislike him.

At this moment, some kind of force diluted the fear, and the cream in the brain was squeezed out of the brain, and Ben hurriedly turned back.

He saw it!

I saw the girl who existed in my memory' Beverly. Marsh'.

She was wearing a floral dress, still with her fiery red hair, and was looking at him with a concerned expression, approaching step by step.

Ben seemed to see Beverly's body shrinking, the traces of time fading, and she slowly turned into the fiery little girl he remembered, the only little girl he had ever kissed.

The headless body that had been chasing him in the church aisles had disappeared at some point.

"Are you alright, new boy?" Beverly's voice was one of concern.

"Beverly!"

Ben's voice was filled with disbelief and panic, and he sprang up and ran towards Beverly.

Now that he has six-pack abs, he will never be the last to run, the slowest to run.

Ben ran to the door at great speed, took Beverly's hand and ran outside, Beverly's fiery red hair trembled with running, and Ben's palms felt delicate warmth.

His mouth was slightly hot, and the touch of the kiss was faintly revealed.

Just as the prince in a fairy tale kissed and woke up the sleeping princess, he also kissed and woke her up in the devil's lair.

At that humble age, this girl was a warm light hidden in his heart.

"Little fat man, you won't leave me so soon, will you?"

Pennywise chased after him on all fours like a hyena, grinning and grinning.

Ben was running faster, and he was dragging Beverly so out the door that the sun was falling on him.

Pennywise the Clown's neck suddenly stretched out like a fishing rod, his comical head the size of a car, and his blood-red mouth was wide open and full of sharp fangs.

It's like fishing with a net.

Half a body slower than Ben, Beverly, who could run into the sun with one more step, was swallowed by the clown's head falling in mid-air, and even the dirt on the ground was gnawed into a pothole.

Ben stumbled, the weightlessness made him stumble, and the female broken arm that his left hand was still clenching, and the temperature was draining.

The clown's head slowly peeked out from behind the wooden door in the church, half of his head covered in white makeup, his eyes were black, and he stared mockingly at Ben who had fallen to the ground outside.

"Nobody cares about the little fat man."

"You've always been alone!."

Half of the Joker's face retracted behind the wooden door, and Beverly's blood-stained head poked out of the doorway.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her face was bloodless, her mouth was open and closed, and the voice that came out was yin and yang, it was a clown pinching his throat:

"Kiss me, little fatty!"

"Kiss me like the last time."

From the outside of the door, you can see that her head has been broken from the neck, and a miserable white claw is grabbing the head from the back of the neck, controlling her mouth to open and close, making it appear to speak.

At this moment, Ben's heart broke.

"No ——!"

He stood up from the ground and glared at the clown, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage.

"Even as January comes, my heart is still hot."

A gentle male voice came from Ben's ears.

He jerked his head and found himself still inside the church, still looking down at the ugly scar on his belly, as if nothing had changed.

Two meters away, the priest was reading an old postcard in his hand.

It was a postcard that he had carried with him for 27 years, no matter what he did, what clothes he changed, even if he forgot his childhood memories, but this postcard has always been carried by him and kept well.

Over the years, he has lost his wallet, his phone, and his underwear, but this postcard has never been lost for a second.

"Is this your love letter to a girl, just when you uncovered your clothes, you fell to the ground."

Wu Heng folded the recited postcard and handed it to Ben.

Ben was stunned and reached out to take the postcard, the residual warmth of the girl's palm just now seemed to remain in the palm of his hand, he had already remembered Beverly, and he also understood why he cherished this postcard.

The hallucination just now filled him with palpitations.

"It's okay, it's a hallucination."

Ben just wanted to make a phone call at this moment, or just fly over and meet the girl.

Wu Heng looked at Ben's expression, and could only sigh that love was really something more powerful than poison, and fear could only retreat in front of him.

Gurg--!

The church door was slammed.

The sound of déjà vu made Ben's whole body tremble, and he looked back sharply.

Wu Heng also turned around.

The hallucinations that Ben had just experienced were not the power of Pennywise the Clown.

(End of chapter)