Chapter 839 Ignition (11)

"You have changed so much!"

Blood dripped from his cheeks all the way to the carriage, but the clown did not rush to answer Fu Qian's questions, but instead expressed his emotions.

"Now I believe you don't wear the mask out of cowardice, because you don't seem to care about being disgusted by others."

"you flatter me."

If someone else had said that, Fu Qian might have thought it was being sarcastic, but the person in front of him was obviously sincerely complimenting him.

"So you haven't answered my question yet, why do you hate carriages?"

"Simply because it's the most boring of all things and represents the most boring aspect of the place."

The clown made a turning motion with his hands.

"Smooth, stable, and never-ending. Every time I see it, it's like the film in a movie theater when you suddenly turn around and find something exciting when you see it, reminding you that everything is already doomed."

"I understand. I originally thought it was a styling problem."

Nod before paying.

It is obvious that although this person is not of high rank, his perception is keen, and he has even vaguely touched some of the operating essence of this world.

"How about you being a lucky person today? After a while, you should see a carriage outside the film."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it!"

The excitement in the clown's voice sounded quite real.

"What else do you want to know?"

What a pleasant conversation!

Fu Qian was very satisfied with this person's reaction, and at the same time he was not polite.

"Do you know where the fire is?"

"flame?"

The clown was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have heard something interesting and burst into laughter.

Even overly excited, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the dagger was thrown out.

The screams came, and the victim was a shirtless young man in a street alley.

Before he was hit, he was squatting there, tearing the bloody fur from an animal alive.

However, in the blink of an eye, he was stabbed directly through the neck and nailed to the wall behind him.

ah--

The man with a bloodthirsty face and fanatical eyes just now screamed strangely while trying to pull himself off the wall, but he couldn't move even after several attempts.

The wounds that became more severe due to the struggle and his desperate screams caused the hungry dogs that were originally hiding aside to slowly shake themselves up and come forward.

…

"No, trust my friend."

Amid the more intense screams, the clown closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the melody quite a bit.

"In this place, there is no fire, only ashes."

"Cold, damp, like a corner that can never be swept clean, extremely boring."

"Of course, do you know what the biggest benefit of ashes is?"

"What is it?"

Fu Qian asked very cooperatively.

“The fire dies, but the ashes remain ashes.”

The clown still didn't open his eyes.

"You have gained eternity. No matter what kind of destruction, it can't change your essence."

"Even if you die, you will be reborn, right?"

Nod before paying.

"Yes, you will reappear at an unknown time and in an unimaginable way."

"For a long time, this has been my greatest joy. In addition, even outsiders can enjoy this blessing."

The clown confirmed what he had guessed before paying.

"Of course, after that, you are no longer a foreigner, hahaha..."

…

Sure enough, the prison philosopher didn’t know either?

After listening carefully to the clown's answer, Fu Qian was filled with emotion.

According to this person's style, there is almost no reason to deceive himself, but it is obvious that he has no special understanding of the concept of flame.

However, it is not all without gain. At least it proves the speculation about rebirth and gives me a little more understanding of the world.

"Thanks for the answer, and you're here."

Fu Qian spoke the next moment and stopped the carriage easily.

"Is it around here? It does have a lively atmosphere."

The clown finally opened his eyes and looked at the long street in front of him, thoughtfully.

To be honest, this review is a bit weird.

Because at this moment, no one can be seen on the street.

"Of course, two demigods just died."

Fu Qian agreed with his opinion and explained the reason.

oh?

This horrifying news obviously did not bring any fear to the clown, but instead brought him excitement.

"Is Ballard dead?"

"No."

He shook his head before paying.

It's not surprising that the Joker hates the Mirror Knight so much.

It's strange that such a staunchly lawful camp could be liked by this person.

"What a disappointment."

It could be heard that these words were full of emotion, even though the face was covered with face, the clown even used it to make a frowning expression.

"Any other advice?"

"No, after all, I'm just using you."

It can be said to be unimaginably candid before payment.

"Have a great time."

Ha ha……

After being stunned for a moment, the clown looked quite happy and jumped off the carriage.

…

Facts have proved that although his rank is not high, the clown has his own talent when it comes to having fun.

A few minutes later, Fu Qian walked into a building under neon lights.

Compared with the outside, this bar, which was obviously older, showed a contrasting level of liveliness. At a glance, it was full of men and women.

The air is filled with the peculiar smell of alcohol fermented by the human body. It even emits different smells from different bodies, whirling and stirring along with the deafening music.

At this time, there was already a smell of blood in the mixed air.

In the crowd, the clown who came in first was swaying to the music in a serious manner.

The unique human skin mask on his face attracted a lot of admiration - until someone discovered that it was not a mask.

ah--

A woman who came forward and tried to kiss the mask made a piercing scream and backed away desperately after realizing the unusual material.

"Don't be nervous, be happy."

However, the clown didn't give her a chance to escape. Not only did he pull her back, he even grabbed her face right off and smeared it on her face.

"I'm best at making people laugh."

Wearing a smiley mask, the woman's scream almost broke through the roof.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't even take off this layer of shame.

"Interesting masks indeed."

In this commotion, the next moment finally sounded.

A woman stood up from the corner of the bar and came to one side quietly.

And with an understatement, she took the woman from the clown's hand and tore off the face.

Miraculously, in her hands, the human face that was still bleeding shrank almost instantly, turning into a red and white mask.

After weighing it in her hands for a few times, she threw the mask back to the clown and wiped the blood from her hands.

"But it's better to wash it clean next time, otherwise it will disgust the lady."