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Chapter 1821

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As the gunshot ended.

The venue immediately lit up with a corresponding number of "spotlights" and shone on the audience who lost their lives because of gambling … Sizzle! White smoke rose and the corpses evaporated in a short time, leaving not even a trace of smell.

In the eyes of the circus, these useless corpses didn't even have the value of being used as "fertilizer".

The actor of "Young Master", Gracie, was almost executed by such a group shooting. He was so scared that he peed his pants again. Fortunately, he had drained all the residual liquid in his body in the basement.

Little Worth no longer disguised as a cat. When he got up, he bowed slightly to Han Dong to thank him.

However, he also secretly stared at the beating heart in Han Dong's hand. It was the main culprit of "Fright Night".

Unexpectedly, Han Dong, who was sewing up his face with needle and thread, suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I don't care about this level of heart. I just saved it and returned it to the circus."

After Little Worth heard this, he immediately looked away.

He thought that the next step would be the head of the troupe who would come on stage to comment and award the survivors of the stage play … Unexpectedly, a stranger slowly walked out from the darkness. He seemed to be a member of the circus.

A middle-aged man wearing a white coat and loose pants, who looked like a doctor, slowly came to the front of the stage.

He was middle-aged and didn't have much hair left.

Not only that, his whole face was pale and his every movement seemed weak. His breathing was weak and rapid. It seemed that there was a huge defect in his heart and he could suddenly die here at any time.

He moved his feet and came in front of Han Dong.

"Cough cough cough … Thank you for your wonderful performance.

The total duration of "Fright Night" this time is 6 hours and 30 minutes. The final score of the performance is 93 points, which is ranked second among all the previous stage performances.

Your performance is the best in the entire play. The prizes from the circus will be distributed to your private rooms in a while.

I'm "Director" Christian Vera. I'm very happy to work with you. "

"Director?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The director lifted his white coat …

Thump thump!

For a moment, the sound of hearts beating at different frequencies echoed in the venue.

Even Han Dong was slightly surprised by the scene in front of him. However, his expression did not change much, as if he had guessed something in advance.

The director's body could be called the 'Heart Nest'. His seemingly thin body was filled with blood and flesh sockets that were embedded with hearts. Each heart was unique and had a different beating frequency and shape.

The heart that was used to perform Fright Night was only one of them, and it corresponded to the flesh groove on the left side of his waist.

[Actor Matthew] wasn't a member of the circus from the very beginning. He could only be considered an odd-job worker or an assistant to the director.

The entire stage play's setting, script, setting, and requirements for the actors were all the director's masterpiece. No matter who lived or died in the end, it had nothing to do with him. All he cared about was the effect of the play and the final score.

Even if Miss Ferma really killed Han Dong and became the final winner of the stage play, she would still be in the limelight.

They were only given the opportunity to do odd jobs in the circus and had to rely on the director to survive. They were reduced to slaves that were worse than dogs.

If she had known that this would be the outcome, she might have really stabbed the dagger into her heart and used death to seek relief.

Han Dong didn't say much and returned the heart to the director.

When the damaged heart was reattached to the body, the surface injuries quickly recovered and returned to the director's body's blood supply system.

The stage play came to an end.

When the director and Han Dong brushed past each other,

He said in an extremely weak voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Since you helped me retrieve the heart, I will keep the fact that you secretly used the [Eye] during the performance a secret for you … Mr. Clown.

Baggins is more difficult to deal with than I am. I hope you are prepared. "

Han Dong just smiled and thought that this person was very interesting.

He walked straight back to his seat in the first row, adjusted his seat to a 45-degree reclining position, and ate barbecue-flavored potato chips.

Between the screens.

The director didn't leave immediately. During the intermission after the end of the stage play, he dragged his seemingly weak body to the scorched mansion.

About five minutes later, something lifted the wreckage of the building.

A burly man wearing a pig head with a stitched up pig head followed the director out of the underground area … A completely different black-gold heart was placed in his cut chest.

The chef's actor, Cliff, was selected as a "special actor". From now on, he would work beside the director. He would be treated better than ordinary actors and would have more freedom and rights.

Everyone could also guess that the show starring this pig head butcher would inevitably have a high mortality rate.

Han Dong looked at the scene in front of him with gratification. "Very good. The chef's" talent "is quite good. Even in the Human Demon Club in Dry Town, he can reach a relatively high level … To be able to live like this is at least a lot better than dying."

When the director stepped down.

A black fog completely covered the stage area. The wreckage of the mansion was completely submerged and disappeared.

At the same time, three service staff wearing animal masks came to the seats of Han Dong and the others to give out the stage play rewards.

What Han Dong received was a gold-plated gift box, which looked extraordinary.

"Even if it's packaged well, it should be just a small gift … After all, the stage play is just a part of the circus performance. The dog I played didn't get full marks for the real performance."

When Han Dong opened the golden gift box, the thing in front of him made him frown slightly.

A "Circus Membership Card" with an eye imprinted on the back exuding a black fog.



Not far away.

The actor of "Young Master", Gracie, was also in the front row.

When the service staff wearing an elk mask approached, he was so scared that he stood up abruptly, thinking that someone was coming to take his life.

When the "black gift box" was delivered to his hand, he remembered that it was the reward he just won in the stage play.

Thinking about it, his only contribution in the stage play seemed to be the urine at the end … The rest of his performance was simply unbearable. Even he himself didn't know why he was able to survive.

"My performance is not worthy of any reward at all. The circus might give me something sarcastic … For example, they might give me a pistol to commit suicide."

Gracie was still very curious about what the gift was.

When he opened the lid of the box,

Whoosh! Two arms, one black and one white, stretched out at the same time and directly hugged his head, unable to break free.

Immediately after.

A black and white head that was half sad and half happy came out of the box and stuck in front of the frightened Gracie.

"Your [Luck] is really good! Even in my experience, it can be ranked in the top ten … It's just that you're too timid, but this can be slowly taught.

You don't have to participate in the rest of the show. Come with me. "

Without waiting for Gracie to agree.

His whole body was directly pulled into the box by the clown and disappeared together with the black box.

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