Chapter 3501: Weird clown

The houses near the street are not without people. When they heard the boy screaming, many people who stayed at home to hide from the rain put their heads close to the window and looked towards the street.

As a result, they only saw two cowboys holding a clown talking, and there was no fun at all.

Probably they can imagine the process. The eighth achievement is that the clown angered passers-by again, so being caught by the theory, a clown who burst into laughter at every turn is really annoying.

So people turned their gazes back, and after a murmur, they continued to study how to prepare lunch in the event of a power outage. At the last glance, they only saw the cowboy dragging the clown to a remote place where they could shelter from the rain.

The reason why Su Ming asked the dancing clown if he had a meal was because he planned to drag the other party out of the sewer gate. The scene will be very ugly.

But now, the situation is much better. Although the bones of this guy's whole body are broken, and he is dragged along the way and covered with rain and mud, but at least he is still laughing.

"I know a lot of clowns, but generally speaking, even the craziest ones don't kill children."

He dragged Pennivis to the small woods behind the construction site. The death knell hung him on a tree branch and communicated with him with interest:

"Can you tell me about your mental journey? Or tell me... what exactly are you?"

"Teacher, his eyes are golden yellow. This is not a human characteristic."

The secret guest took out the Soul Great Sword from his chest, and stared at the monster swaying in the wind and rain on the tree branches:

"Demons, werewolves, and dragonborn are the three most famous yellow-eyed monsters, so I think they are not for the soul, but for the flesh and blood. The soul of the child is purer and the flesh is more tender. This has become its goal."

The death knell took out a few test tubes in his pocket. Inside was a fluorescent green liquid. He shook the test tubes professionally like a doctor, looking at them at the dim light in the sky as if trying to check for bubbles:

"Don't worry, let him say to himself that his situation is not that simple, because in the setting of the story, an adult without imagination can't see him and can't hurt him. This is very interesting in itself."

The bones of the clown hanging on the tree were all broken, and he temporarily lost the ability to move, but he smiled as if he didn't feel any pain:

"Yeah, yeah, that's the problem, strange cowboys, how did you see me and catch me?"

"Maybe it's because we come from a higher level and stand from the perspective of a bystander, or it may be that we think everything is possible." The death knell answered him and tried to inject the clown with a green potion: " It's up to you to answer me now, what are you?"

The green potion is a liquefied fear gas, a specialty of Gotham, and the dose used is enough to make Batman wake up screaming in his sleep.

But the clown with the pseudonym Pennius did not respond, or he was still looking at the death knell giving him an injection, and he giggled:

"Oh, I know that adults always try to get into someone else's body or soul. Everyone is the same, and you are no different."

"I admit this, because I was an ordinary person. If you think so, I am a little happy." The death knell observed the experiment and confirmed that the poison did not work, and then took out a mushroom cigar with added ingredients. Put it into the clown's mouth and help him light it: "Try my big cigar again, do you like it?"

"Hahahahaha...You are so humorous, you are not a kid, nor gay, but you can see me, and you even seem to know what I am, tusk tusk."

The clown hanging on the tree squirmed a few times, as if looking for a more comfortable posture, and laughed with a cigarette in his mouth:

"Then let me tell you, I am the town of Delhi itself. The me you see is just the me you imagine. And I am death, but pay attention, the point is, you see people die in the town, they really Is it dead? Why don't you think I sent them to a better world? Gunman."

The rain fell from the gap between the leaves, like the sound of a worm gnawing on something, the sky was gloomy, and the air was not fresh at all.

"Oh? You call me Gunman. It seems that you know a lot, which is interesting... So you know about the multiverse, but still choose to obey the arrangement given to you by the story?"

The death knell raised one eyebrow and plucked the clown from the tree, letting him sit on the damp grass against the trunk.

"That's why I am a clown, but the most ridiculous ones are those who think that they are not clowns." Pennywiss took a deep breath, and quickly took out a balloon from his pocket to blow it up: "You are not the first A gunman who arrives here will not be the last. I have seen the same gunman come here and leave countless times, just like him, he has never gone far, hehe."

Having said this, he paused for a while, and then suddenly burst into laughter, so that he fell to the ground, weeds got into his mouth, but he still bit the cigar given to him by the death knell and did not loosen it.

"You should be Roland." Su Ming knelt down and watched the white-faced clown breathing violently: "Have you ever dealt with him?"

"No, that's a very realistic person. He can't see me at all, and he almost doesn't care about anything happening around him. Such a person is not fun at all." As the clown said, he gradually calmed down, and he squirmed and tried Sit up, but probably only the arm dragged by the death knell is still intact.

But this was not a problem for him. After a moment of distorting the flesh, he became a spider with eight hairy legs and a ridiculous head with a white face painted on it.

This thing is simply a nightmare itself. Many places in UU Reading www.uukanshu.com regard spiders as totems of darkness and death. It is not unreasonable. Among all the predators in nature, the efficiency of spiders is regarded as the top batch. .

"So if you want to see you, imagination is the key, but seeing it doesn't mean it can kill you, right?" The death knell said to the deformed spider, looking at the ridiculous appearance of the other party holding a cigar with his fangs.

The big spider clicked his teeth, climbed up a side tree with long red and white legs, hung upside down there and said:

"Human imagination will lose with age, just like life, burning like a candle. Adults no longer believe in Santa Claus, no longer believe that the strange noises in the parents’ room at night are fighting, no longer think Killing the fireflies on their shirts will set their homes on fire. They call this maturity, but in reality, they just believe what the earlier group wanted them to believe, haha."

"This statement, it seems that you are not completely in the fantasy, you are a monster formed by the dark side of the collective subconscious." Su Ming has judged that this clown is a conceptual embodiment, at least not of aliens, demons, and werewolves. Kind of stuff, of course, maybe he is all.

He can change all the fears in other people's fantasy. He doesn't even have a fixed form, but it is better to fish in the form of a clown.

The giant spider shook his head, his gaze crossed the cowboy's shoulders and looked into the town, as if he could still see the direction in which George was escaping:

"Who knows, hehe, I haven't really thought about what I am before today. I only know that the children here have been eating enough, and the adults are very foolish. They have countless dark fantasies, but they don't know. I became a puppet myself. By the way, so am I, but I know it myself, so what about you?"