The Great Demon King

Chapter 357 The Shepherd Boy Piper

Paul's performance this time is a very classic water tank escape magic, which was done centuries ago. Because of the high degree of difficulty and the inherent danger, not many people performed it.

Of course, magic is magic, and all magic is fake, such as Paul's magic, only the large transparent water tank and the water inside are real, and the rest are fake.

In other words, from the six-story iron box that trapped Paul to the chains and handcuffs that bound him, everything has been tampered with.

As long as you exert your strength skillfully, have a high mental quality, and are calm enough, the handcuffs and chains can be broken away quickly. As for the big lock on the outside of the iron box, it is a cover-up. The hinge of the iron box padlock is actually a thin layer of plastic. The top is split.

So, after hearing the abnormal disturbance outside and the audience's screams, Paul couldn't calm down anymore. He didn't know what happened outside, and his son Pete was still outside, just in case...

Therefore, he can no longer perform gimmicks step by step and perform slowly, he has to hurry out!
So, in less than 2 minutes, he broke free from the shackles and chains on his body, breaking his previous performance record.

Next, you only need to open the door of the iron box.

Water had already gushed in from the hole on the wall of the iron box, and the water level had reached Paul’s waist. He took a deep breath, and pushed upward with his elbows. Very well, the lock on the first layer of the iron box had fallen off. down.

Then there is the second layer, the third layer...

When they reached the fifth floor, the loud cries outside gradually faded away, and above Paul's head, there was only the door of the iron box on the last floor.

His intuition told him that it must be very dangerous outside at this moment, and it was possible that as long as he lifted the last layer of the box cover, he would face the crisis head-on.

And if you hide inside and wait a little longer, you might be in danger and leave yourself.

Paul gritted his teeth, shook off the cowardly thoughts in his mind, and pushed the last layer of the cover off forcefully.

The strong sunlight and fresh air made Paul close his eyes instinctively the moment he opened the lid.

It took a few seconds for him to get used to the light. When he looked up, the audience and the crowd had dispersed for a small part, most of them were still there, but they all looked up at the sky dully, motionless. With a clown face.

"Pete!" Paul yelled, jumping out of the box, his son nowhere to be seen, which made him extremely anxious.

In just a few minutes, what happened here?

Anxious Paul couldn't care less, he ran to the front row of the auditorium, where his son was sitting just now, grabbed a person looking up at the sky and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen my son, a 7-year-old son?" little boy in an orange jacket and blue jeans?"

The person being pulled by him was stiff all over, no matter how Paul pushed and pushed, he didn't respond at all.

If it wasn't for the rising and falling of the chest and the breathing of the nose and mouth, Paul almost thought that this man was dead.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep"

A melodious flute sounded from far to near. Paul turned his head and saw a clown less than 1 meters tall, taking exaggerated and comical steps, slowly playing the flute while walking along the road towards the Statue of Liberty. Come here like this.

And behind him, followed by a team like a long dragon.

There are no adults in this team, all of them are children or young teenagers.

Unlike the surrounding adults who stared blankly at the sky, the faces of these children were not "infected" with clown faces.

On the contrary, each of them has vivid expressions, no different from what normal children should look like in ordinary days, and they don't look like they have been controlled in their minds, but they don't know why they follow the clown.

The clown playing the flute got closer and closer, and then keenly discovered the only adult on the scene who was not infected with the clown face——Paul.

Regardless of his fear, Paul rushed to the line of children like crazy, carefully identifying them one by one, hoping to find his own child in this line.

"In my circus, there used to be a magician." The clown stopped playing the flute, walked up to Paul with great interest, and said lightly, "However, that guy is old, his old eyes are dim, and he can no longer perform magic tricks." , so, can you please help me to perform a large-scale magic trick under the Statue of Liberty?"

Paul ignored him. His mind was on finding his son now, and he couldn't care about anything else.

"After the performance, your son will naturally appear in front of you, how about it?" The clown said.

Paul gritted his teeth, stared at the clown viciously, and said loudly, "Where did you get my son? Tell me! Where is my son?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry!" The clown completely ignored Paul's dangling hands on his neck, and the iconic clown smile on his face looked a little sinister: "Magic is very simple, you should have performed it before... a big change How about the living? Are you familiar with it?"

Paul panted heavily, and he began to feel a little timid, because the clown's throat was clearly pinched by him, but it didn't affect breathing and speaking at all, which was too contrary to common sense.

As soon as the word "common sense" comes to mind, all the abnormal scenes around - thousands of sluggish adults wearing clown masks, a scary clown playing the flute, a large group of children following him... In an instant, what he saw and heard, together It hit Paul's nerves violently.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Magician." The clown actually comforted Paul in turn: "You must be a father who loves children very much, right? For the sake of children, you must be able to overcome your fear, right?"

The panic in Paul's heart didn't diminish in the slightest, but thinking of his son Pete, he still bit the bullet and nodded, not wanting to show his timidity in front of this terrifying clown again.

"Well, that's right!" The clown's voice was sharp, as if exchanging vocal cords with a dying cat: "Do as I say, and you will not only be reunited with your son, but you will also become the most famous boy in the history of this country." magician, trust me!"

"What do you want me to do?" Paul didn't dare to think carefully about why he didn't have a clown face like the people around him. He only hoped that this was a nightmare and that this nightmare would pass quickly.

"Did you see? Behind me, there are many, many children." The clown laughed jokingly: "The magic of 'Big Transformation' that I want you to perform is to make all these children disappear and replace them with , how about your son standing in front of you? Isn't that a great idea?"

"It's gone... What do you mean?" Paul's voice trembled a little: "I didn't prepare such a large group magic prop today..."

"It means literally, Mr. Magician." The clown jumped up a step, and patted the forehead of a sluggish man standing beside the step. The man immediately regained his ability to move, holding a Professional camera.

That's right, this person is the media person Paul paid to come here to film his escape magic.

"Live on the web, more than 1 children are like a bonfire, with smoke and dust flying everywhere." The clown screamed, "Take their disappearance in exchange for your son! How about it? It's a good deal, right?"

(End of this chapter)