Chapter 531 Ch530 Some Past (Optional)

Chapter 531 Ch.530 Some past (optional)

The Mud Ball Circus is located in the suburbs of London.

Most of this green and lush spring land was sold to the rich people in the city.

Of course, the Mud Ball Circus was opposed by most people when it first arrived. They believed that the chaotic and noisy tents disturbed the pure and quiet environment of the green land-they were forced to move to the east and build a bunch of cloth tents swaying in the wind near the wild woods.

Even so, the lords and ladies living in the area also complained about it: until Mason Lyle spent half a month visiting each door.

The amazing Mr. Lyle.

He convinced them.

In the days that followed, the circus successfully performed several performances and gained a foothold in this pearl-like city.

People said that Mason Lyle was a genius in business and communication.

In fact, he knew very well that he was not.

Because...

He had a helper.

——That was the seventh city he led the circus to.

That hell of plague.

In the darkness where medicine could not cope and only theology could comfort people, Mason Lyle and his children witnessed chaos and madness with their own eyes.

People were discouraged, and fear and despair filled every soul and flesh of the punished.

The "squeaking" sound that rang in the ears day and night devoured the flesh and blood of the living and the souls of the dead in every gap that fingers could pass through.

It spread as fast as a raging fire, in the armpits of women and the inner thighs of men, the black death cut off the soft sheaths and pistols that they relied on for revelry like a sickle. That experience of facing fear is still fresh in the memory of many children in the circus today.

'Cats are evil spirits! '

The local pastor said.

'The wailing at night will suck our brains! '

So.

The believers of the whole city.

The dead and broken cat bodies were everywhere.

Then.

Hell came.

Until today, Mason Lyle is still thankful for that hellish city and the evil-like epidemic that spread like a plague. The plague rooted in the depths of the soul makes the prejudiced people more prejudiced, and the paranoid people more paranoid-it is precisely because of this that he has the opportunity to find every feather that allows him to soar into the air in the cracks of the soul.

In the hills piled up, flies and insects are like harps at dawn, twisting the faces of dead bodies, Mason Lyle picked up "it".

A crystal glass bottle.

He thought it was crystal, maybe glass, or transparent steel, solidified mucus, women's tears or men's white water.

Who knows.

The twisted little thing was locked inside, like a greedy ghost, drooping its scarlet tongue, licking the girl's face that was drilled into a honeycomb by maggots and flies through the crystal.

Aiming at the clusters of young maggots that contracted and expanded at the same time.

'Hi. '

It greeted Mason Lyle.

‘Pick me up.’

‘Touch me.’

‘Kiss me.’

Its sound was like charcoal falling on raw dough sprinkled with cheese and sesame seeds, sizzling, and the flesh and blood controlled by the soul smelled a hint of instinctive swallowing.

‘I give you destiny, you give me happiness.’

It said.

Mason Lyle picked up the crystal bottle.

So.

The Mud Ball Circus officially set sail.

The fairy in the bottle.

The fairy in the bottle.

Mason Lyle called it this way.

It was not like the story in mortals’ imagination: ‘Set me free and I will fulfill your wish’ - no, it seemed that it did not have such a request and ability.

It said to Mason Lyle.

‘My human friend, if I had such ability, I would have squeezed the world into a ball or smashed it into a flat piece. What else can you ask of me?’

It said.

‘But I can give you some guidance...If you have questions, then I will give you answers.’

It said.

‘I can’t guarantee your thoughts. 'It sings, 'But I can guarantee that I am right. 'It jumps.

'Listen to me? Or, follow your own choice? '

It laughs.

Mason Lyle is embarrassed.

Because he knows nothing and can't choose anything. He founded the Mud Ball Circus not because he is optimistic about the future of the circus, or because he is good at running such a business, or because of his family's skills and career - he just happened to pick up a few deformed monsters at the right time.

And told them that he is the father and they are the children.

That's all.

Before the goblins appeared, they lived in a daze and had problems eating. When they came to a city, they were ordered by the local Holy Cross not to show their "deformed monster" parts in public, and told him strictly that if he scared anyone, he would have to pay money and go to jail.

So, if there is a correct guide...

Mason Lyle thought he was happy to accept a little help.

'Go to Birmingham! Go to Birmingham! '

The goblin said.

Mason Lyle did it.

So.

In Birmingham, the Mud Ball Circus really got the treatment he thought it "deserved". It was also at that time that the Mud Ball Circus really became famous.

He met the nobles in his life, ladies and gentlemen who sponsored him without asking for anything in return, highly praised his great ambitions, and praised his compassion - he even asked some deformed monsters to call him father.

This is a kind man.

Then.

He got the most vulgar and most omnipotent thing.

Money.

‘You succeeded! You succeeded! ’

said the goblin.

‘So what can I give you in return? ’ Mason Lyle asked, ‘Are you just paying unilaterally? ’

The goblin licked the bottle, and the fanged mouth that spanned half of his small face grinned strangely.

'I want your soul. ’

it said.

Mason Lyle was horrified.

‘How can I give my soul to you! ’ He said angrily: ‘My soul belongs to the great Father of all things! The benefactor who created the world! The first ray of light in the darkness! ’

He danced around and was so angry that he almost smashed the bottle on the spot.

He picked it up and wanted to find a place to crush it, including the bottle and the little monster inside.

Perhaps horseshoes and wheels would be a good choice.

‘Ah, that’s the answer a human being should have. ’ The goblin said meaningfully: ‘Don’t worry, Mason Lyle, respected leader. ’ it said.

‘I don’t want your whole soul, I just want a little bit of the powder it shakes off. ’

‘Or are you saying that you don’t pay any price at all, only the benefits? ’

Mason Lyle stopped and raised the bottle to eye level.

He asked: ‘What did you say? ’

The goblin replied: 'A little. ’

He said, 'That's the soul. ’

The goblin replied: 'Feel the coin in your pocket. ’

He said: 'But my soul will return to my God. ’

The leprechaun asked: 'Did your god win the money for you, or did I win the money for you? ’

He said, 'That's the soul. ’

The goblin said: 'There will be countless money in the future. ’

Mason Lyle thought for a moment.

Put down the bottle.

'How are you going to take away the dust of my soul - want me to uncork the bottle and spit on it? ’

The goblin was disgusted: 'Don't be so disgusting, human. Hold the bottle and place it against your forehead. ’

Mason Lyle hesitates: 'Am I going to get sick? ’

The goblin is meaningful: 'You will become more like "the person you think you are." ’