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Chapter 285 Arrival

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    When Chen Ang's eyes swept across again, everyone who was stared at by that calm, even indifferent eyes felt shuddering, fear and anger intertwined, turning into an unspeakable emotion surging in the chest.

    The clown, who had been ignored by everyone, suddenly struggled twice and stubbornly raised his bloody head.

    The clown's eyes were confused at first, and then turned to panic when he heard the footsteps approaching. He pressed his fingers on the floor in vain, moving inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

    After a while, he saw a pair of shoes stopped in front of him. The clown raised his head with dull eyes, but only saw Chen Ang tilting his head to look at him.

    The look in his eyes was ferocious and indifferent, making the clown couldn't help but be stunned. The fear of being cornered turned into a rage, and the clown bared his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.

    "I think I've done it to you"

    When he laughed, Chen Ang ran back to the place, dug out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown. Before he could finish his words, he hit him on the forehead with a brick.  , again.

    The people around him were silent. In a quite large fighting arena, apart from the sound of breathing, it was the sound of bricks hitting flesh and blood.

    After a few hits, the clown completely collapsed to the ground. Chen Ang had no choice but to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. A long line of blood was like a brush brushing it, as if it was returning to the light, dragging it like a dead dog.  The clown on the ground, with almost all his last bit of obsession, rose up from the ground and rushed towards Chen Ang.

    He bit at Chen Ang like a dying wolf, blood and flesh all over his body fell like water droplets, and a tragic aura hit his face.

    Chen Ang kicked him hard in the lower abdomen, and a clear crack could be heard. The clown's upper and lower bodies almost folded in half, and his spine was twisted into a weird U-shape. He fell to the ground with a clatter.

    Squatting in front of the clown, Chen Ang looked at it carefully: "Your name is clown?" He pointed to the clown's mouth: "No, this is not a clown at all!"

    "What does the clown's charm come from? Love and madness You are crazy enough, but not loving enough. I want to see what you care about most? Then I will tell you a very clown truth: bad days will destroy everything.  The person becomes me!" Chen Ang flipped through the clown's memory, then scrawled it like graffiti.

    Finally he took out the knife and put a smile on the clown's face.

    The clown tried to stop him. He raised his hand feebly and grabbed Chen Ang's trousers. With a desperate struggle, Chen Ang pulled out the brick and hit the hand once, twice, leaving only a layer of fingers connected with skin and flesh.  It was no longer possible to catch Chen Ang.

    Chen Ang stuffed the knife into the clown's mouth and quickly completed the creation. Looking at the clown's cracked smile, he calmly took a few steps back, turned around and sighed: "This is the clown!"

    The arena is a small closed space. If you look at the dazzling lights for a long time, your eyes will be dazzled. More and more iron thorns are entangled in this space. An orange-yellow, somewhat old light shines on the thorn bushes.  , blood spots and rust intertwined, giving it a cruel taste.

    The mechanical, cold and simple test and game is still going on. One by one, the lucky corpses are hanging on the thorn wall. The corpses are pierced by iron barbed wires and hung randomly like crosses. As the corpses begin to pile up  High, the smell of blood filled the air.  A strong, unspeakable malice and cruelty flowed in the void.

    Nourishing this evil soil.

    Chen Ang has no shortage of sacrifices, and there are always a steady stream of sacrifices coming from all directions in the city to provide materials for this bloody sacrifice. The game is still going on, and the lucky ones who have completed the first round have all turned into corpses, and  Those who fail unfortunately can only continue playing the cruel game for what they love.

    Hook desperately wants to complete the conditions for the end of the game so that his family does not have to participate in the game. He uses up all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, blood and cruelty.

    There are fewer and fewer people left alive, so there is no need for Chen Ang and others to intervene in what will happen next. Those villains torture each other. They turn like millstones, grinding themselves and others into flesh and blood.  The game became more cruel towards the end. When Robert came off the field, the scene had reached a situation that Chen Ang couldn't bear to read.

    "So no matter how outstanding your talents are, they can't compare to a good system" Chen Ang gestured to the punisher there: "At the beginning, my methods were relatively crude. I could only scare those who were more cowardly and had evil intentions.  People who were concerned, but later on, I dug out people who had a strong drive to end it all.¡±

    "They started to take action to complete the matter. At this time, the systemThe degree has made a good start, and it can gradually improve itself. Those who have no motivation and cannot get in oil and salt become fuel and are gradually consumed, but those who have motivation, whether it is revenge or madness.  They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to express their creativity.  "

    "In this process, I just need to tinker with what the system has gained, and they have completed the game themselves!"

    "Now we have thirteen carriers" Chen Ang glanced at those twisted and unsightly bodies, the clown, Robert, Gatsby these are all people who failed to get salvation from the game, and their fate  It would be ten times more miserable than all the people who died.

    The strong malice that almost turned into substance permeated this slaughterhouse. Daredevil took the chicks away from here, and the Punisher violently dispersed the 'residents' near this building.

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

    Small tentacles grew from the wounds and flesh, groping on their bodies.

    In Chen Ang's perception, these people's bodies were deteriorating rapidly - something had indeed descended into their bodies from the void, and the entire process of alienation made people's scalp numb.

    "This pair of carrier souls is really an unparalleled torture. Those indescribable existences, if ordinary people take a look at them, their spirits will be greatly polluted and they will be on the verge of madness.  Even people as smart as Stark and as determined as Captain America will be severely affected, and these carriers can be said to be in extremely close contact with those monsters.

    It is to insert their bodies into their bodies alive.

    "As someone said: Bad days can turn anyone into me!"

    Chen Ang sighed: "I don't think there can be anything worse than this. What about being a human being? The most important thing is to be happy. I hope you can once be a person who makes people happy - the clown!" He bent four fingers,  He put a quotation mark next to his ear.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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