Yuan Qingli turned around and saw Lu Bo and his companion.
The dim light made their pale faces stand out even more, and their bodies were soaked with sweat, clearly indicating that they had also experienced unbelievable pain.
Are you alright?
Lu Xingyun supported Bo Zijin, his voice trembling.
After the three got separated, he had to go looking for the directionally challenged person, and the experience in between was quite heartbreaking.
Yuan Qingli shook her head.
"Hehe," Lu Xingyun chuckled wryly, "I just had my heart and liver ripped out and made into skewers, and they actually smelled pretty good. How about you guys?"
"Barbecued thighs." Bo Zijin was a man of few words.
Even though he was always full of energy, he had difficulty speaking.
"Brain hot pot".
"This guy is also a gourmet; he's got hot pot, barbecue, and oden all to his name." Lu Xingyun rarely had the mood for jokes, his lazy tone revealing a bittersweet humor.
The three of them stood there inhaling the aroma, like three addicts.
"Let's go."
The intense pain comes and goes quickly, but the emotional anguish will likely become a lifelong nightmare.
...
From the mottled corner of the garden wall, a figure emerged, with large eyes, a prominent nose, and wide sleeves—it was the orange clown we had met earlier.
A touch of crimson appeared on the orange clown's chest.
Yuan Qingli and the other two did not step forward immediately.
First, there was the experience of a job interview at night.
Yuan Qingli understood that while these clowns weren't exactly top-tier villains, that didn't mean they were good either.
The line between bad and evil is difficult to define.
The orange clown saw the indifferent trio, slowly blinked, and revealed what he thought was a kind smile.
The corners of his mouth, outlined in red oil paint, stretched all the way to his ears; even this slight smile seemed sinister and malevolent.
Hello.
His throat sounded as if it had been slashed with a knife, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Yuan Qingli opened the note in her hand and squinted her eyes.
We remain on guard.
“It’s from me.” The orange clown nodded slightly and took two steps forward.
As he drew closer, the stench of blood from his chest intensified and filled the group's nostrils.
A sharp pain shot through his chest. The orange clown breathed heavily, and after a few moments, the pain subsided.
The furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough for them to hear clearly.
“You can trust me, I’m on the side of the tourists. Or rather, all of us red clowns are on the side of the tourists.”
"Red? You're clearly orange." Bo Zijin was tall and imposing, shrouded in the shadow of a clown, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
"I am red."
As soon as the orange clown finished speaking, he did something unexpected!
He reached out and began to lift the "leather jacket" from his chest, then gritted his teeth and tore it open.
In the dim light, all three of them were puzzled as to why taking off clothes started from the chest and was so painful.
With the sound of tearing cloth, blood dripped onto the ground.
The heavy smell of blood stained the air red.
He actually used his own skin...
It's torn off!
A red body was revealed!
The three people opposite them stared wide-eyed in surprise.
So bloody and terrifying!
They had always thought the clowns were wearing different colored uniforms, never imagining that the clothes were actually their true forms.
Soon, the clown, enduring the pain, put the skin back on.
He paused, his gaze falling on Yuan Qingli: "If you feel unwell, be sure to seek help from the Red Clown immediately."
Yuan Qingli recalled the people she saw in the service hall, but the red clown was not among them.
It was probably because I saw those clowns in six rainbow colors, including orange, yellow, and green.
So I subconsciously assumed that red was also present...
The human subconscious is truly terrifying.
She didn't even notice anything amiss!
"Why did you do that?" Lu Xingyun was somewhat impressed by the clown's pained expression.
"I think you can understand it better if I put it this way."
The orange clown said, “Because of the many dangers, we red clowns disguise ourselves as other colors. From beginning to end, we have always been on the side of the tourists; I will not harm you. However, there is some unknown entity that prevents us from helping you, and once discovered, our fate will be… very tragic.”
The clown's face showed painful memories, clearly indicating that his companions had experienced horrific torture.
"Please believe me."
Even though the clown's tone carried a hint of pleading, the crowd remained skeptical.
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