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The terrifying clown whose face was disfigured was standing behind him, but the player didn't notice it at all, still staring intently at the huge monster on the roof.

It seemed that only Han Fei could hear what the clown said. His voice sounded directly in Han Fei's heart. He seemed to know all the thoughts in his heart.

Fear was like a huge wave hitting Han Fei. Without any hesitation, he shouted to the last player in the team: "Run! The ghost is behind you!"

At the same time as his throat made a sound, Han Fei's body was already rushing towards the player. All of this was done subconsciously. In such a dangerous situation, he did not consider his own safety and made a very decisive move.

"Very good, you made the first choice." The clown opened his mouth close to the player, and his teeth full of curse words bit into the player's soft neck: "You want to save him, but he is because of you. die."

Until this time, the player at the back of the team still didn't feel any pain. He was taken aback by Han Fei's sudden shout, but when he turned around, he saw nothing and said something crazy at Han Fei.

But just as he was about to say the second sentence, strips of black blood appeared on the place where the clown bit his neck. Those bloodshots gradually swelled and soon turned into thick black blood vessels!

The severe pain came, and the player turned his head for the second time, and he saw the head of the clown on his neck.

The screams sounded, but it was too late, and ordinary people seemed to see them only at the moment of their own death and when the ghosts were killing people.

For that player, no matter what the reason for him being able to see the "ghost", his ending is already doomed.

After nibbling, the disfigured-faced clown raised the corners of his mouth, and he pushed the player to the ground.

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"Ghost! There's a ghost! The ghost is behind us!" The fake white mask shattered into pieces, and the player clutched his neck, twisting and struggling desperately like a bug with only half of his body left on the ground, but doing so only aggravated his pain.

All the players looked towards the entrance of the stairs, but they didn't see the existence of "ghosts", they only saw their partners struggling and screaming frantically on the ground.

"Shorthair, what's the matter with you?" The bald prisoner walked towards here.

"Don't go there! It was the ghost who killed him! The ghost is there!" Han Fei stared at the clown among the countless balloons. Among all the game participants, he seemed to be the only one who could see the ghost!

As early as when he was rushing to the Perfect Life B\u0026B, he felt his arm being grabbed on the way. He glanced around and saw a pale arm. At that time, he felt a little strange, why can he see ghosts?

"Because when the ghost wants you to see it, you can see it." The clown's voice sounded in Han Fei's heart again: "You must have forgotten the deal between us, but it doesn't matter, I believe you will still make that choice, Because you will always be you."

The balloons flew, as if the heads of people wanted to escape from the clown. In the gaps in the balloons, the clown's face was completely exposed.

"Compared with them, I am still most optimistic about you, so I will bet my hope on you."

The wild laughter sounded, the clown's body was elongated, and he behaved very strangely, but no one could see him except Han Fei.

"Blessed lucky, you can see the eyes of ghosts, a chance to return to the soul, the talents you have obtained from his memory are still there, indicating that he is also optimistic about you, I seem to already know his desire, that is to be loved by you Kill yourself." The clown laughed hoarsely, but he still kept laughing, as if he had encountered the funniest thing in the world.

"Who is he?" Han Fei asked his first question, and he almost blurted out, as if the answer to this question was very important to him.

"I don't know whose body he will hide in this time, and whose soul will be used to kill you." The clown looked at Han Fei's arm: "You were killed by him directly or indirectly. Second, this is the gap between you and him, of course, it is also possible that you did all this on purpose. But it doesn't matter now, you only have one last chance to choose."

The player on the ground lost his vitality in the torment. His death was extremely tragic, and the skin of his whole body was occupied by thick black blood vessels.

"If you choose good, there may be more people who should not die; if you choose evil, there may be many resurrected people who deserve to die." Black clock.

On the surface is the face of a child, his age is written around it, and the pointer is condensed with memories, full of his joys, sorrows and sorrows.

"Everything that happens every second of every day is here. Life is like a countdown clock. The pendulum is contentment on one side and despair on the other. The whole clock lacks happiness and smiles."

The clown squatted on the clock and stared straight at Han Fei: "If you want to find your smile, you must first see your own happiness. My happiness is there. What does your happiness look like?"

The laughing clown was like a hysterical madman, he said words that no one could understand, and laughed until tears fell.

"Who are you talking to?" Li Guo'er stood tightly beside Han Fei, she felt that Han Fei was in a wrong state, like sleepwalking, very strange.

Standing still, Han Fei didn't answer Li Guoer's question, his eyes moved from the clown to the clock.

The child on the dial seems to be himself, and this handcrafted timepiece seems to be alluding to his life.

"You seem to be helping me? Why are you doing this? Why don't I have the slightest impression of the transaction you mentioned earlier?"

It will sound in his heart, that clown's ability is very terrifying, definitely not an ordinary "ghost".

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"When you died the eleventh time, you did what I regret and did what I didn't do. You saved that reward for this time, maybe you've decided to die ninety-nine times since then. "The clown's stomach started to hurt when he laughed. He seemed to have said too many things that he shouldn't have said, his face cracked, the paint fell off, and the face became more scary: "I will help the last successful person, I hope that person It will be you, I can give you one more gift before my body, which represents childhood memories, is completely broken."

The smile on his face became terrifying, and the monster with twenty-two arms seemed to be provoked and began to frantically attack everyone around him.

"Kill everyone who could be him as soon as possible, you have no chance to come back." The clown grinned, his smile could not bring warmth to others, only despair and pain.

"You've been laughing hysterically, is it because you're afraid that once you stop smiling, your tears will stop flowing?" Han Fei didn't know why he said such a thing, he just kept the truth in his heart The idea speaks out.

The expression of the laughing clown slowly changed, and the smile on his face gradually subsided: "Did you say this to yourself?"

The clock beneath your feet began to turn, which seemed to be the sign that the game had really begun.

The clown also seemed to have completed the content of the deal, his body and the clock shattered in countless human head balloons.

Han Fei's extreme uneasiness disappeared, and there were some more death fragments in his heart. It seemed that he was killed ten times by the clown.

Shaking his head, Han Fei only remembered the pain of death, but forgot other things.

It was precisely because the pain was so unforgettable that he had serious delusions of persecution. As long as he thought about death, he would feel uneasy and fearful.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Guo'er was not very worried about Han Fei. When she asked, Han Fei had already walked forward.

The clown and the clock were buried in the sea of ​​flowers, as if they had never appeared, and there was only a piece of paper left on the ground.

It seemed to have been ripped from the cover of the script and had the words of a poet written on it.

"One night I burned all my memories, and my dreams have become transparent since then."

"I threw away all my yesterdays one morning, and my steps have been light since then."

Looking at the other side of the shredded paper, there is Han Fei's own handwriting on it - there is no past, no future, should I see my truest self?