(Today's big cup!)
How can a theater door withstand the anger of the public?
Even though these people had no idea why their anger was directed at Crown, since no one said it was wrong, it must be right, so everyone present wanted to ask Crown for an explanation.
They kicked down the door of the theater and rushed into the theater, shouting Crown's name and denouncing his past "crimes."
And it was at this moment that the three players finally had the opportunity to see the real appearance of the theater. This was the first time they saw the real Joy Theater after passing through its doors so many times.
In fact, the facilities in the theater are very simple and clear. At the end of the audience passage is a circular stage with a red curtain. Rows of semi-circular auditoriums rise step by step, and it looks like it can accommodate more than a hundred people.
But now, a flood of far more than several hundred people filled the entire space, forcing Crown directly onto the stage.
He may never have thought that one day there would be so many "audiences" in the Huanxi Theater. Unfortunately, these audiences did not sit in the auditorium, nor did they have any expectations for the next performance.
There was only fear, panic, anger and confusion in their eyes, and when these emotions collided with each other, they urgently needed an outlet to keep themselves calm and composed.
But in this process, Clown the Clown became the lucky one chosen.
Everyone was cursing and denouncing the clown in the audience, but no one was willing to go on stage and confront the clown. Perhaps they knew in their subconscious that confronting the clown face to face was too clownish, so they were unwilling and afraid to step onto the stage that belonged to the clown and become the second clown.
They only dare to follow the public opinion and wantonly vent the fear that has nowhere to go in their hearts.
Crown huddled in the center of the stage, terrified. He hadn't been out for a long time, and other than feeling the weather was getting colder, he didn't even know what was happening outside.
It was not until he heard some broken fragments from the countless noisy insults and pieced together the whole story that he realized that it was he who had broken the window paper and really brought disaster to Sandres.
His face became even paler and his expression more frightened. The helpless clown was like a small boat under the huge waves, lying under the waves and about to capsize.
This time, Ai Si really couldn't help it. She pushed away the residents in front of her and was about to go on stage to tell Sandales the truth, but at this time, Zhang Jizu moved. He reached out and grabbed Ai Si's hand, and shook his head calmly at this angry teammate.
"Can you still tolerate this?"
“History will not change its course because of personal anger. When you hear about the past, its future has already been written.
So, if you are not sure whether He likes your blot out of His past, then just be patient.
Unless you know that doing so will surely please Him.”
He...
Zhang Jizu didn't say who it was, but each of the three people present knew who it was. When Cheng Shi heard the word "Him", a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Ai Si was persuaded by these words. She was indeed utilitarian, but Zhang Jizu was right. She also had to consider that adult's attitude towards the past.
Does He want others to “save” Him?
Is the helplessness that Clown is showing just an illusion? Is that adult plotting something?
When this thought arose, it became difficult for her to continue her actions, so she frowned, slapped the Sandles resident who turned around to question her behavior, and then stood back silently, continuing to witness this history frozen in ice and snow.
It was obvious that the passion of the crowd's condemnation came and went quickly, and when everyone realized that blaming a clown who did not defend himself at all was meaningless in reversing Sandres' predicament, the verbal abuse in the Joy Theater gradually subsided.
Anger receded from people's faces, despair spread again in the corners of every pair of drooped eyes, sighs and wailing came one after another, the originally "hot" theater seemed to be swept away by a snowstorm, and all that was left was the helpless coldness and the severe fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Sandres seemed to have lost hope, and the last pure land in the world seemed to be finally embracing the so-called end of the gods.
But at this moment, the clown on the stage raised his head again. He looked at his "compatriots" with sad faces, and his "friends" in the crowd with sad faces. He staggered to his feet, and walked towards the red curtain step by step, weakly but firmly.
His actions quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. Everyone looked at him in surprise. They didn't know what the clown was doing, but were guided by the clown's actions and wanted to know what was behind the curtain of the theater.
Crown was extremely weak, but the interesting thing was that none of the three priests on the sidelines cast even one tenth of their healing spells to help him.
As he staggered forward, he weakly encouraged everyone.
That's right, after being baptized by the fear like a huge wave, he still gritted his teeth and spread...joy and hope to the people in front of him.
"Don't be afraid... Although our world... is fake... Sandles... is fake...
But...this also means....the end of the gods is fake...isn't it?
Since the gods have not brought about the end of the world...that means...faith is still useful...right?
So friends... as long as we regain our faith... then as believers of a certain god... will He bless us... support us... and support Sandres to survive this disaster?
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