Dao Tong Jia finished speaking.
All eyes turned to their companions with doubt.
The once impenetrable group showed a gaping rift! The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Dao Tong Yi said, "Everyone, it's not that I'm naturally suspicious, but I think we should maintain some distance."
"I agree!"
"Please don't, we can't split up too much in such a dangerous place!"
"Not too far, let's keep about ten to fifteen paces apart, to avoid certain impostors suddenly attacking!"
The crowd nodded.
This suggestion was considered implicitly agreed upon.
Dao Tong Yi pointed at the carousel and said, "Everyone, let's complete the mission first. As long as we completely dismantle this place, we should be able to get out!"
"Makes sense!"
"Watch me!"
"Hybrid Skill: Fiery Wind Chain!"
"Blade Technique: Mountain Splitter!"
...
Various skills crisscrossed the air, leaving the carousel in disrepair. Many wooden horses were flung off, falling into pools of pus and blood...
"Wait a moment, there's something on the wooden horses!"
"Not good, it's people!"
Strictly speaking, they were dead people.
The rules of this carousel were vast, with six inner and outer circles, and their frequencies were entirely different.
The outer horses were thrown wildly, while the inner ones were relatively stable.
There were about two to three hundred horses on the outer ring, and only a few dozen on the inner ring.
When the outer horses were smashed, the inner horses became clearly visible before everyone's eyes! Each horse had a person seated on it, perfectly still!
And the attire of these people was clearly the uniform of the Dao Tong!
"Grappling hook!"
A corpse was flung off by a wooden horse, and the group gathered around.
"Ugh... it stinks so bad!"
"A rotten corpse smell, like it's been dead for a long time!"
"Where did these Dao Tong uniforms come from? And who are these corpses?"
There were dozens of corpses on the wooden horses. No one would believe they were all real Dao Tong.
An amusement park appearing for less than half an hour and claiming dozens of Dao Tong? Even the enraged beast Warwick couldn't do that!
Dao Tong Jia bravely stepped forward, saying, "Get out of the way!"
He kicked.
The corpse was flipped over.
The body was stiff, maintaining its seated posture, with thick yellow pus continuously flowing from its buttocks.
There was a large hole in the buttocks, and looking inside, it was empty...
"Hollowed out!"
"The intestines, organs, everything is gone."
He swung his blade.
The armor shattered.
The complete back of the corpse appeared before everyone's eyes.
This body was nothing but an empty shell. The spine area was ripped open, and everything inside had been removed, leaving only a thick layer of fat and skin!
"Damn it, such cruel methods!"
Flipping it over, the corpse's face was exposed.
!!
This person!
This person was Dao Tong Jia himself!
The face was distorted and cracked, with a creepy, manic smile on its lips. One eyeball was missing.
Dao Tong Jia turned pale with fright! He stumbled back dozens of paces and collapsed onto the ground.
Trembling, he stammered, "Wh-what in the world is going on! Damn it, who's playing such a joke on me!"
"What are you looking at me like that for?"
"You don't actually think this is real and that I'm an impostor, do you?"
"Idiots! Idiots! I'm the real one!"
Everyone backed away several steps, pointing their weapons at Dao Tong Jia.
One person pulled a mirror from his pocket and slid it along the ground towards Dao Tong Jia.
Dao Tong Jia picked up the mirror...
!!!
The face in the mirror!
It was covered in dust!
As Dao Tong Jia's expression changed, the dust used for disguise cracked and peeled off in large patches, revealing the raw flesh beneath.
And...
An eyeball fell out.
It was made of glass.
"No wonder... no wonder that corpse only had one eye, so the other one was on my face... Heh heh, so that's how it is."
"Heh heh heh heh..."
The other eye.
Dao Tong Jia stood up and frantically hacked at the carousel.
One by one, more corpses were flung out.
The crowd watched the frenzied Dao Tong Jia, hesitating whether to intervene.
Unexpectedly, the deranged Dao Tong Jia pointed at the corpses on the ground and said, "Hahaha, haven't you figured it out? We're already dead! We're already dead!"
"Look! Just look!"
His blade slashed through the air.
The armor of the corpses shattered.
The bodies within were no different from the previous ones.
Dao Tong Yi...
Dao Tong Bing...
Dao Tong Ding...
Everyone's corpses were here!
Dao Tong Yi touched his face in disbelief, and a large patch of powdery skin came off. "Hey... so I'm dead too."
...
...
In the center of the circus, a dozen terrifying clowns were busy at work.
"Oh my, so many people came in at once, so busy, so busy!"
"Hurry, the third batch of guests for the carousel is arriving, reset, reset."
"So many people died at the Ferris wheel... it's so hard to clean up."
"All the dolls are used up, but there will be new ones soon."
...
A clown carried various props back and forth.
To give the visitors the best experience, every detail had to be perfect.
This classic play, the terrifying clowns had performed countless times.
"Huh? Which storyline is this scarecrow from? Why is it in the pile of dolls, it's so out of place!"
This clown was annoyed.
All his companions were like this, throwing used props around, and he always had to clean them up.
However...
This scarecrow was made so beautifully!
So exquisite!
It stood over two meters tall, composed of metal, gray cloth, gears, lamps, and some unknown fibrous material. It had three legs and three arms, its posture strange and twisted.
Two long arms held lanterns, and one short arm carried a giant scythe.
Just standing there gave an indescribable sense of horror.
"What a work of art!"
"Art... work... of... art..."
The scarecrow mimicked mechanically.
Without any emotion.
The clown stroked his chin, "Hmm, I feel like I've heard this voice somewhere before, oh!!!"
"It's you, the Commander of the Cloud Country, the Herald of Fear?"
"Fea...r..."
The steel scarecrow finally moved.
The scythe swung gently~
The clown collapsed on the ground.
The moment this clown fell, a slight tear appeared on the chests of all the clowns.
A dozen clowns stood frozen.
They came from all directions...
And outside the tent, even more clowns were gathering.
A clown walked closer, smiling as he kicked his companion's corpse, "We didn't know you were gracing us with your presence, and failed to prepare a feast, it is truly our oversight~"
The scarecrow remained unresponsive.
"I've always heard your story, I wanted to meet you a long time ago~"
The scarecrow remained unresponsive.
The clown's actions became increasingly unrestrained.
He stepped forward and touched the steel on the scarecrow's body, "Oh, you're not here, what a waste of emotion."
As soon as the clown finished speaking.
The scarecrow's steel claws instantly lifted, tearing a large gash in the clown.
The clown staggered and fell to the ground, smiling at the scarecrow, "What a coincidence, I'm not here either."
With that, a small box popped out from the clown's torn opening.
The box exploded with a bang!
It was filled with all sorts of tassels and sequins...
Like a party popper for a celebration!
The moment the confetti exploded.
Within the small circus, countless steel scarecrows appeared, and... countless clowns.
"Herald of Fear, eh... Heh heh, I'm almost feeling fear myself."