When the two men walked around the backstage of the theater and came to a beam on the second floor close to the roof of the theater, they finally found Zhang Jizu who was hiding there.

At this time, Lao Zhang was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and it seemed that he had been waiting for Cheng Shi for a long time.

He opened his eyes when he heard the noise, but when he saw Zhen Xin coming here with Cheng Shi, his eyes, which had just opened, instantly closed again.

"It's you, Zhen Xin."

Zhen Xin looked at Zhang Jizu thoughtfully, nodded with a little surprise and said:

“So this is where my problem lies.

Interesting, it seems that the relationship between you two is much better than I thought. Outdated information is indeed easy to cause omissions, but I will pay attention next time. "

"?" Cheng Shi froze for a moment, forgetting to ask for an explanation from Old Zhang. He turned around and rolled his eyes at Zhen Xin, saying, "Will there be a next time?"

Zhen Xin chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not impersonating you, but an improvement and warning to my own impersonation methods."

"You'd better..."

The corner of Cheng Shi's eye twitched slightly, and he turned around and looked at Zhang Jizu again. Neither of the two clowns spoke again, but their eyes met for a moment, and it seemed as if they had said a thousand words.

Zhang Jiuzu understood what Cheng Shi was asking, "What happened here? Where did Clown go?" Cheng Shi also caught a glimpse of helplessness and inability to control himself from Zhang's narrow-minded eyes.

It seemed that it was indeed a force that mortals could not resist that ruined his plan, otherwise there would probably be no one among all the players present who could make the Chosen One of Death so dejected.

Seeing the confusion in Cheng Shi's eyes, Mi Lao Zhang sighed and took out a...thousand-word explanation from his left pocket!

This genuine conservative had anticipated the scene where Cheng Shi would come to verify it after he failed to protect Clown, so in order to prevent himself from saying too much and being eliminated from the trial, he simply wrote down everything he had experienced.

The story written on the paper undoubtedly brought even greater shock to the two new scammers at the scene.

...

Time goes back for a moment and the perspective turns to Zhang Jizu.

When Crown, played by Cheng Shi, was dismembered on the stage, the appearance of [Fraud] made the whole audience silent.

But He did not leave immediately after that sneer. Instead, He appeared on the beam and pulled the unprepared Lao Zhang and Clown, who was tied up like a dumpling, into the void, granting these two mortals the honor of meeting the gods.

Of course, the protagonist of this audience was the real Crown. Zhang Jizu’s microphone was muted the moment he was dragged into the void. He could not utter a word of praise or say hello. He was like a witness of this audience, standing there in a daze, feeling embarrassed and shocked.

As for Clown... he was far more shocked than the player Zhang Jizu. This was the first time since his birth, or even since Sandres' "creation of the world", that someone had come into contact with extraordinary power, and was facing a supreme "Him" directly. So the moment Clown was untied by the God of Fun, his legs went weak and he knelt down in front of those eyes.

The star-like eyes that twinkled and spun in a spiral looked at the "believer" in front of him with interest, and smiled softly:

"You want to follow me?"

Crown immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his expression excited and incoherent: "Yes, I want to follow you, no, praise you, no, I don't mean that I don't want to follow you, but I think I should praise you before answering... I..."

"Forget about it, if it was all this red tape that I liked, I wouldn't be here today.

I have only one question for you, clown:

Will you follow me?"

Crown nodded frantically, but then he slowly stopped nodding. A conflicted look flashed across his face. After thinking for a moment, he mustered up the courage to ask through gritted teeth, "Great God of Joy, please forgive my intrusion. I want to know if Sandres has been saved?"

Those eyes sneered: "No."

No! ?

How could there not be!?

You have clearly come here because of everyone’s piety, so why is it gone?

Clown was stunned. Then he stood up tremblingly and looked into the eyes that seemed to represent the joy of the universe. He couldn't believe it and asked, "Why... why?"

Those eyes sneered again.

"There's no reason. They're not funny, so they don't deserve to be saved."

Crown's face froze, and fear was written all over his face, as if he felt that God was not what he thought he was.

They are high above and really don't need to care about the plight of mortals, but it's different for Clown. He was born and raised here, and the only wish in his heart is to be a useful person, someone who is useful to Sandres.

That was why he was so ecstatic when he found a trace of faith. It was not entirely because the initial piety sprouted in his heart, but because he finally saw an opportunity to achieve his wish and become useful to Sandres.

Don't forget that this land has never had any faith. No one can expect a person who grew up in such an environment to become pious overnight, not even Crown, who is the closest to piety.

But the clown did not give up. He felt the kindness of God. If "his benefactor" really disdained this place, there would not be this audience. So he saw the opportunity again, an opportunity to prove his piety and save Sandres.

So he raised his head again nervously and prayed to the "Benefactor" in front of him:

“I’m so funny!

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