Chapter 283

When Chen Ang's eyes swept over again, everyone who was looked at by those calm and even indifferent eyes felt shivering. Fear and anger were intertwined and turned into an unspeakable emotion surging in his chest.

Ignored by everyone, the clown's body suddenly struggled twice and stubbornly raised his bloody head.

At first, the clown's eyes were confused, and then when he heard the sound of clattering footsteps approaching, he became frightened. He pushed his fingers on the floor in vain and moved inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

After a while, he saw a pair of shoes stop in front of him. The clown looked up numbly, but he only saw Chen ang looking at him with his head tilted.

The eyes were fierce and indifferent, which made the clown stunned. The fear forced to the extreme became a violent spirit. The clown bared his teeth and grinned at Chen ang.

"I seem to have done you..."

When Chen ang smiled, he trotted back to his place, pulled out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown. Before he finished speaking, a brick hit his forehead, one after another.

The people around were silent. There was a big fighting field. In addition to the sound of breathing, it was the sound of bricks hitting flesh and blood.

After a few smashes, the clown was completely paralyzed on the ground. Chen ang had to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. A long trail of blood was brushed like a brush, as if it was a reflection. The clown dragged on the ground like a dead dog almost tried his last bit of obsession, burst up from the ground and rushed at Chen ang.

He bit at Chen ang like a dying wolf, his flesh and blood spilled like water, and a fierce breath came to his face.

Chen ang put his foot on his belly and could hear a clear sound. The clown's upper and lower bodies were almost folded in half. His spine was strangely twisted into a U-shape, and fell to the ground with a sound.

Squatting in front of the clown, Chen ang looked carefully: "your name is clown?" he pointed to the clown's mouth: "no, it's not a clown at all!"

"What does the clown's charm come from? Love and madness... You are crazy enough, but not enough love. I want to see what you care about most? Then I tell you a very clown truth: bad days will turn anyone into me!" Chen ang reads the clown's memory and randomly alters it like graffiti.

At last he took out his knife and made a smile on the clown's face.

The clown tried to stop him. He couldn't hold up his hand and grabbed Chen Ang's trouser legs. He struggled in despair. Chen ang pulled out the brick and looked at the hand, one or two times. There was only a layer of flesh left. The connected fingers were no longer able to grasp Chen ang.

Chen ang put the knife into the clown's mouth and soon finished his creation. Looking at the clown's split smile, he calmly stepped back, turned his head and sighed, "this is the clown!"

The arena is a closed small space. If you look at the dazzling lights for a long time, your eyes will spend. More and more iron thorns are wrapped in this space. Orange and some old light shines on the thorns. Blood spots and rust are intertwined, which has a cruel taste.

The mechanical, cold and simple tests and games continued. Lucky bodies were hung on the thorn wall. The bodies were pierced by iron thorns and hung like a cross. As the bodies began to pile up, the blood filled the air and drove away. A strong unspeakable malice and cruelty flowed in the void.

Nourish this evil soil.

Chen ang is not short of sacrifices. There are always a steady stream of sacrifices coming from all over the city to provide materials for this bloody sacrificial field. The game continues. The lucky people who complete the first round have become corpses, and those who fail unfortunately can only continue the cruel game for their love.

Hook tried his best to complete the conditions for the end of the game so that his family didn't have to participate in the game. He used all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, bloody and cruel.

There are fewer and fewer people living, and Chen ang and others don't have to intervene in the later things. Those villains torture each other. They rotate like a millstone and grind themselves and others into flesh and blood mud. The more the game came to the end, the more cruel it was. When Robert came to the end, the scene had come to a point where Chen ang couldn't bear to read.

"Therefore, no matter how excellent a talent is, it can't compare with a good system..." Chen ang compared with the punisher there: "at first, my means were relatively rough, and I could only scare those cowardly and concerned people, but later, I dug out those who had a strong motivation to end all this."

"They began to accomplish this actively. At this time, the system made a good start. It can gradually improve itself. Those who do not have power, oil and salt become fuel and are gradually consumed, but those who have power, whether revenge or madness. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to give full play to their creativity."

"In this process, I just need to mend on the basis of the system, and they will complete the game themselves!"

"Now we have thirteen carriers..." Chen ang sweeps from those distorted and ugly bodies, clowns, Robert, Gatsby... These are people who can't get redemption from the game, and their end will be ten times worse than all the dead.

The intense and almost real malice permeated the slaughterhouse. The super brave man took the chicks away from here, and the punishers violently dispersed the "residents" near the building.

The wounds on the thirteen carriers have scabbed. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died, but under a strange force, they are not only still struggling, full of resentment and twisted souls wailing, but the wounds on their bodies are even recovering.

Tiny tentacles grew from the wound and groped on their bodies.

In Chen Ang's perception, these people's bodies are deteriorating rapidly - there is indeed something coming to them from the void, and the whole process of alienation makes people's scalp numb.

This is really unparalleled torture for the soul of the carrier. When ordinary people look at those unspeakable existence, their spirit will be greatly polluted and on the verge of madness. Even people as smart as stark and as determined as Captain America will be seriously affected, and these carriers can be said to be in close contact with those monsters.

Is to insert their bodies into their bodies alive.

"As someone said: bad days will turn anyone into me!"

Chen ang sighed, "I don't think it's worse than this. What about being a man? The most important thing is happiness. I hope you have been a clown who brings happiness to people!" he bent four fingers and put a quotation mark around his ear.