All Worlds Madhouse

The clown's lame speech is still going on, and you don't even have to listen to his words. Just look at his unhappy face, which is not very good-looking in the first place, and you can tell that he is extremely bored with what he is doing now.

Everyone in the hall was stunned. They didn't know how they offended this god, why he was angry with them, and most importantly, why this 'god' was completely different from what they thought.

So, for a moment, a deathly silence enveloped the surroundings.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not here to humiliate you, but speaking of which, I'm not very good at lying, so I didn't pretend to like you very much just now, so I have to apologize to everyone, right."

As he said that, the clown smiled. But the result of doing so would be worse than not apologizing.

Discussions gradually began to appear, and some people who were kneeling just now were stunned on the ground, not knowing what to do.

"So, are you afraid of death?" At this time, the clown didn't care about the strange things in the crowd, and still said to himself.

I have to admit that Ziliang and others still pretended to be a glorious image in Parker's story, so even with the clown's current virtue, this sentence still ignited the fighting spirit of many people.

"Don't be afraid!" one shouted.

Following these words, a man stood up. Although he was called a man, in fact, this guy was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. His lean body made him look smaller than a child of the normal age.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of death?" The clown smiled and turned his head to the child.

"Yes! I'm not afraid!"

There was obvious excitement in the child's voice. Perhaps in his mind, it was already an honor for the 'god' to look at him like this.

"So that's it." The clown nodded: "So, have you ever died?"

"Uh?" The child was stunned, wondering what kind of problem this was?

"You must have never died, I can see it." The clown said, and then his eyes left the child and glanced at everyone in front of him: "You have never died and I can also see that you are all afraid of death. Otherwise, what are you doing here? Do you like to play large-scale house with hundreds of people together? You can just rush out, point at the sky and curse a few times, point your middle finger to the sky with your private parts, and then be shot. My brains were all blown out. Well, if it had been before, I would have wanted to see that scene, it would definitely be interesting."

"So, whether you admit it or not, you are all afraid of death. This is nothing to laugh at. I am also afraid of death."

At this moment, the crowd seemed to explode uncontrollably.

Can God die too?

Is God also afraid of death?

In any kind of war, a 'heroic image' is indispensable, because it is a kind of hope and a totem. Among the weak people, there is an invincible character who can go to heaven and earth and stand beside him. On this side, the sense of glory and self-comfort it brings to people are more effective than guns and bullets.

Therefore, there have been countless 'heroes' throughout the ages, god-like snipers, and gods of war who entered and exited the enemy's army seven times, making people feel that as long as they followed these guys, it was impossible to lose, and all their efforts were It's worth it, because you will win in the end.

Although most of these so-called ‘heroes’ are just packaged.

And when a 'god' admits in front of his followers that he is actually afraid of death and will die, the 'divine nature' is basically broken.

The clown should know this mentality, well, maybe he doesn't know, he just came over reluctantly and chatted a few words.

"But I'm not afraid of death," he continued, "but I'm afraid of the consequences that death will bring to me. Because there's nothing left to do after death, and that's really terrible. I can't listen, It would be boring if I couldn’t watch it, but actually I’m just afraid of being bored.”

"I'm afraid I'll be as bored as you are."

"So. If that's the case, you have nothing to be afraid of. Because you are already bored to death." The clown suddenly changed the topic and looked helplessly at the people in front of him: "You have aspirations, but you don't know how to do it at all. It’s possible, do you like money? Many people like money, or you like women, the kind who shake their butts in front of you, whatever, you will never get those anyway.”

"I don't know why you think of me as a 'god'. If I were a god, then I would definitely not be your god. Hi, you." The clown pointed at the child who had just volunteered to say that he dared to face death: " Do you have someone you like?"

The child was stunned. "Like...?"

"I like it. Don't you have a fantasy about a woman in your mind before going to bed at night?" the clown said.

"I, I." The child didn't know why 'God' would ask such a question, so he hesitated.

The clown's eyes casually swept across the crowd, and then settled on the face of a girl. The girl looked about the same age as the boy. She had some freckles on her face, but in this gray environment, she still gave people a kind of look. Clean feeling.

The clown smiled and strode into the crowd.

The crowd dispersed for him, and the clown came to the girl and grabbed her.

In a very standard 'hijacking' posture, the clown wrapped his arms around the girl's neck and strangled her tightly in front of him. Moreover, he took out a knife from somewhere and pressed it against the little girl's cheek. side.

At this moment, everyone was shocked. What was this ‘god’ doing?

"How...how could this happen! Let her go!"

Some people shouted, and some people struggled a few times, then directly raised their guns and pointed them at the clown.

"Yo~ yo~ Don't you think I'm a god? Why are you pointing a gun at me?" The clown smiled: "Actually, you can shoot. My body is very fragile. Just one bullet can kill me. His fate is just like this little girl’s.”

As he spoke, the little girl was already frightened out of her wits. Her body was shaking constantly and she even forgot to cry.

Among the crowd, the boy just now also rushed out.

"Let her go!" he shouted, and if a few adults hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed to the clown's side.

"Hey, this is your little girlfriend. Yeah, she's really beautiful." The clown said, "But if she had been stabbed so many times on her face, it might not be like this."

Before he finished speaking, the blade in the clown's hand actually slid gently across the girl's face, and a bloodstain clearly appeared on the girl's face with the movement.

"Ah ah ah ah ah----"

The pain finally brought the girl to her senses, and she burst out screaming.

On the other side, Hannibal couldn't stand it any longer. He walked up and said, "The situation is getting out of control. We shouldn't let that lunatic do such a thing!"

However, Ziliang still stretched out his hand and stopped Hannibal.

"No rush, he has his own way of doing things."