Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"You have really changed a lot!"

Blood dripped from his cheeks all the way onto the carriage, but the clown did not rush to answer Fu Qian's question, but expressed his emotions.

"Now I believe you don't wear a mask out of cowardice, because you don't seem to mind being disgusted by others."

"you flatter me."

If someone else said that, Fu Qian might think it was a joke, but the person in front of him obviously praised him from the bottom of his heart.

"So you haven't answered my question, why do you hate carriages?"

"Simply because it's the most boring of all things and represents the most boring aspect of the place."

The clown made a turning motion with both hands.

"Smooth, stable, and never-ending. Every time I see it, it's like the film you suddenly turn around and find when you see something exciting in a movie theater, reminding you that everything is already doomed."

"Understood, I thought it was a styling problem."

Nod before paying.

Obviously, although this person's rank is not high, his perception is keen, and he even faintly touched some of the operating essence of this world.

"Why don't you say that you are lucky today, after a while, you should see a carriage other than film."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it!"

The excitement in the clown's voice sounded quite real.

"What else do you want to know?"

What a pleasant conversation!

Fu Qian was very satisfied with this person's reaction, but at the same time he was not polite.

"Do you know where the flames are?"

"flame?"

The clown was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to hear something interesting, and laughed so hard.

Even under the excessive excitement, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the dagger was thrown out directly.

There were screams, and the victim was a young man with a shirtless body in a street alley.

He was squatting there, ripping bloody fur from an animal alive before he was hit.

However, in a blink of an eye, he was directly pierced through the neck and nailed to the rear wall.

what--

The one who was bloodthirsty just now, with fanatical eyes, screamed strangely while trying to pull himself off the wall, but after several attempts, he still didn't move.

The more turbulent wounds due to the struggle, and his desperate screams, made the few hungry dogs that had been hiding at the side slowly shake their bodies and leaned forward.

……

"No, trust my friend."

In the more intense screams, the clown closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the melody.

"In this place, there are no flames, only ashes."

"It's cold and wet, like a corner that can never be cleaned, extremely boring."

"Of course, do you know what the greatest benefit of Ashes is?"

"What is it?"

Fu Qian asked very cooperatively.

"The flame will go out, but the ashes will always be ashes."

The clown still didn't open his eyes.

"You have obtained eternity, no matter what kind of destruction, you can't change your essence."

"Even if you die, you will be reborn, right?"

Nod before paying.

"Yes, you will reappear at unknowable times and in unimaginable ways."

"For a long time, this has been my greatest joy, and even foreigners can enjoy this favor."

The clown affirmed Fu Qian's guess.

"Of course, after that, you are no longer a foreigner, hahaha..."

……

Sure enough, the philosopher in prison didn't know either?

After listening to the clown's answer carefully, Fu Qian felt emotional for a while.

In this style, there is little reason to deceive himself, but it is clear that he has no special understanding of the concept of flames.

But it's not all fruitless, at least it proves the guess about rebirth, and has a little more understanding of this world.

"Thank you for your answer, and you're here."

The next moment Fu Qian spoke, and stopped the carriage easily.

"It's near here? It does smell lively."

The clown finally opened his eyes, looking at the long street ahead, thoughtfully.

To be honest, this review is a bit weird.

Because at this moment, no one can be seen on the street.

"Of course, two demigods just died."

Fu Qian, on the other hand, fully agreed with his opinion and explained the reason.

Oh?
This frightening news obviously did not bring any fear to the clown, but excited him.

"Is Ballard dead?"

"No."

Shaking his head before paying.

It's not surprising that the clown hates the mirror knight so much.

It's strange that this kind of firm and lawful camp can be liked by this person.

"It's really disappointing."

It could be heard that the words were full of emotion, although the cheek was covering the face, the clown even used it to make a frown expression.

"Is there any other advice?"

"No, after all, I'm just using you."

Fu Qian can be described as frank beyond imagination.

"Have a great time."

Haha ...

After being stunned for a moment, the clown seemed quite happy, and jumped off the carriage directly.

……

As it turns out, clowns have a talent for having fun, despite their low status.

A few minutes later, Fu Qian walked into a building under neon lights.

Compared with the outside, this obviously aged bar showed a contrasting level of excitement. At a glance, it was full of red men and women.

The air is filled with the smell of alcohol fermented by the human body, and even different bodies emit different smells, accompanied by deafening music.

At this time, there was already a smell of blood in the mixed air.

Among the crowd, the clown who came in first was swaying to the music in a serious manner.

And the unique shape of the human skin mask on his face attracted a lot of appreciation—until someone discovered that it was not a mask.

what--

A certain woman leaned forward and tried to kiss the mask, but when she realized the extraordinary material, she screamed harshly and backed away desperately.

"Don't be nervous, be happy."

However, the clown didn't give her a chance to escape. Not only did he pull her back, but he even grabbed her face and paste it on this person's face.

"I'm the best at making people laugh."

Wearing a smiley mask, the woman's screams nearly burst through the roof.

It's a pity that no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't even take off this layer of face.

"A fun mask indeed."

In this commotion, the next moment finally sounded.

A lady who stood up from the corner of the bar came quietly to the side.

And with an understatement, she took the woman in the clown's hand, and tore off that face.

Miraculously, in her hands, this face that was still dripping with blood shrank almost instantly, and it really turned into a red and white mask.

After weighing it in her hand a few times, she threw the mask back to the clown and wiped the blood off her hands at the same time.

"But next time it's better to wash it clean, otherwise it will disgust the lady."