When Chen Ang's eyes swept over again, everyone who was stared at by that calm and even cold look felt chilling, fear and anger intertwined, turning into an unspeakable emotion that surged in his chest.

The clown who was ignored by everyone suddenly struggled twice and stubbornly raised his already bloody head.

The clown's eyes were initially confused, and then when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he turned to frightened. He pressed the floor with his fingers in vain and moved inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

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

The fierce and indifferent eyes made the clown stunned for a moment. The fear that was forced into a desperate situation turned into a sense of hostility. The clown bared his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.

"I seem to have fucked you..."

Chen Ang ran back to his original position when he was laughing, picked out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown. Before he could finish his words, he hit his forehead with a brick, one after another.

The people around were silent, and in a very big fighting arena, the sound of bricks hitting the flesh and blood.

After a few hits, the clown completely collapsed on the ground. Chen Ang had to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. A long strip of blood was like a brush, as if it was a flash of light. The clown dragged on the ground like a dead dog almost fought the last trace of obsession and rushed towards Chen Ang.

He bit Chen Ang like a dying wolf, and his flesh and blood all over his body spilled like water spots, and a tragic aura came to his face.

Chen Ang put his lower abdomen hard, and a clear broken sound could be heard. The clown's upper and lower body was almost folded in half, his spine was strangely twisted into a U-shaped shape, and he stumbled and fell to the ground with a slight click.

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

"What comes from the charm of clowns? Love and madness... You are crazy enough, but not love enough. I want to see what you care about the most? Then tell you the truth of a very clown: bad days will turn anyone into me!" Chen Ang flipped through the clown's memories, and then changed it randomly like graffiti.

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

The clown tried to stop him. He raised his hand powerlessly to grab Chen Ang's trouser legs, and struggled desperately. Chen Ang pulled out the brick and pointed it at the hand. He then tried two times, and only a layer of flesh-connected fingers could no longer grasp 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 his head and sighed, "This is the clown!"

The arena is a small closed space. After watching the dazzling lights for a long time, your eyes will be blurred. More and more iron thorns are wrapped around this space. It is orange and yellow, and some old light shines in the thorn bush. Blood spots and rust intertwined, giving it a unique sense of cruelty.

The machine, cold and simple test and game continued, and lucky corpses hung on the wall of thorns, pierced by iron thorns, hanging around like a cross. As the corpses began to pile up, the smell of blood spread. A strong and indescribable malice and cruelty flowed in the void.

nourishing this evil soil.

Chen Ang is not short of sacrifices, and there are always some continuous sacrifices coming from all directions of the city to provide materials for this bloody sacrificial ground. The game continues. The lucky ones completed the first round have become corpses, while those who unfortunately fail can only continue the game of cruelty for their love.

In order for his family to not have to participate in the game, Hook tried his best to complete the conditions for the end of the game. He used all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, blood and cruelty.

Fewer and fewer people will survive, and Chen Ang and the others will not need to intervene in the future. The villains torture each other. They rotate like a millstone, grinding themselves and others into flesh and blood. The more they reach the end of the game, the more cruel it becomes. When Robert ends, the scene is already in a situation where Chen Ang can't bear to read it.

"So no matter how outstanding your talents are, they are not as good as a system..." Chen Ang was there, gesturing to the punisher: "At the beginning, my methods were relatively rough, I could only scare those who were cowardly and had concerns in my heart, but later, those who had strong motivation to end all this were discovered by me."

"They began to do this with great action, and the system started a good start, and it could gradually improve itself. Those who had no motivation and did not enter became fuel and were gradually consumed. But those who had motivation, whether it was revenge or madness, were creative, and the system gave them the conditions to exert creativity."

"In this process, I just need to repair and repair the system based on the results, and they completed the game by themselves!"

"Now we have thirteen carriers..." Chen Ang swept through those twisted and undespicable bodies, the clown, Robert, Gatsby... These are the people who have not been saved from the game, and their fate will be ten times more miserable than everyone who died.

The rich and almost turned into substantial malice permeated the slaughterhouse. The daring man took the chicks away, and the punishment violently dispersed the "residents" near the building.

The wounds on the thirteen carriers have already scabbed. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died. But under a strange force, they not only struggled, but their distorted souls were wailing with resentment, but the wounds on their bodies were even recovering.

Tiny tentacles grew out of the flesh and blood from the wound and groped on their bodies.

In Chen Ang's perception, these people's bodies were deteriorating rapidly. Something really came from the void into their bodies. The entire alienation process made people's scalp numb.

This is an unparalleled torture to the soul of the carrier. Those indescribable existences, ordinary people will be greatly polluted and on the verge of madness when they look at them. 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 extremely close contact with those monsters.

It 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 there will be anything worse than this. What about being a human being? The most important thing is happiness. I hope you can have been a clown for someone who brings happiness!" He bent his four fingers and typed a quote on his ear. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!