Chapter 1256

You are not Cheng Shi

On the other side.

While Cheng Shi was having a unique heart-to-heart with the Magician, Zhang Jizu, far away in Morning Joy, also had some gains.

He had been hiding in the actors' office area, collecting usable information about this circus.

Compared to the long-standing Play Dusk, Morning Joy's foundation was a bit lacking, but this didn't mean the scale of the new force would be smaller than the traditional one; on the contrary, the Circus Paradise in the east of the city was larger than the one in the west, and had more variety.

They specialized in using the fresh to replace the old, attracting the pursuit of countless young people in this kingdom.

The leader of Morning Joy was a lady named Frod, who was one of the circus performers who had once left Play Dusk; coincidentally, she was also a Clown.

It was she who led a group of enthusiastic young people to create Morning Joy, and within a few decades, raised Morning Joy to a height equal to Play Dusk.

During the years when Morning Joy was developing rapidly and she was at her most brilliant, this lady with great boldness quietly moved behind the scenes and selected her most favored successor in the troupe, Maxford, to take over the position of Clown, becoming Morning Joy's new pillar.

With the two of them joining forces, Morning Joy marched forward triumphantly, rudely bursting into the public eye and becoming one of the twin stars of the Carnival circus.

In the circus, one would often hear people talking about Mrs. Frod, all saying she was decisive in her actions, resolute in her choices, and a strong woman with high passion for life who easily infected others.

Moreover, Frod and the young Maxford were like teacher and friend, with a very good relationship, almost spending long periods together every day, but in the last few days, the number of times they met seemed to have decreased.

It wasn't that Frod was too busy, but that Maxford often hid behind the scenes to rehearse alone, seeing no one; perhaps feeling that the other party was under too much pressure, Frod did not go to disturb him.

With the final showdown imminent, it was logical for the Clown to work so hard.

But in Zhang Jizu's view, all of this was still too unstable.

If any circus performer had a problem, they could be replaced by a backup act during the performance, but once the Clown had a problem, it was hard to say whether the backup Clown would have the same spirit, or if they could become the soul of the entire performance that left a deep impression on the audience.

Reasonably speaking, such a large circus failing to cultivate a second Maxford meant the risk control was a bit of a failure.

Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes and silently withdrew from the actors' office area; he prepared to go elsewhere to look around.

But just as he wanted to avoid the sight of all the actors and leave from a side path, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before him.

The person who arrived was not an NPC, but a player; however, Zhang Jizu never expected that among the two missing teammates in this game, one of them would actually be her!

That's right, her.

This was a female player, and a very recognizable one at that; just looking at her gradient-green wolf-cut hair and those rather intriguing flickering eyes, one knew this woman was not to be "provoked."

Poison, the God-Chosen of 【Filth】, an evil being that fascinated many players but also made many players gnash their teeth.

She was still in that extremely familiar attire, with a long-sleeved hoodie wrapping her upper body tightly, the hem covering her shorts, revealing only two long legs that were white to the point of glowing.

Her appearance made Zhang Jizu's eyes narrow into slits.

He didn't resist Poison, there was no friction between them, and besides, Poison had once been his comrade-in-arms, having beaten up Mo Shu with him.

He just didn't understand why Poison would play the lone wolf in this kind of game, yet seek him out at this time.

But soon he saw the reason.

He saw Poison's finger held to her lips, her smiling eyes like silk as she let out a "shh," and then her eyeballs rolled around as she tried to lean into Zhang Jizu's arms, saying as she approached:

"Little Priest, why haven't I seen you lately? Are you... deliberately hiding from me?"

Zhang Jizu immediately realized that the person this 【Filth】 God-Chosen was looking for was not him at all, but Cheng Shi!

She had mistaken him for Cheng Shi.

That made sense; according to the most basic logic, if one of the two Zhang Jizus was Cheng Shi, it would most likely be the one beside Hu Wei.

Poison understood desire best; she might not be able to read Cheng Shi, but she could definitely read the Grand Marshal, so she believed the Grand Marshal once, and thereby found "Cheng Shi."

However, Zhang Jizu was not Cheng Shi; seeing Poison about to fall into his arms, he narrowed his eyes and, without hesitation, took out his scalpel, placing it where Poison's forehead was about to land.

Poison's tilting motion paused, and she actually stopped straight on the tip of the blade; her control over her body had reached an unbelievable level.

Immediately afterward, she lifted her eyelids and looked at "Cheng Shi," pitifully saying:

"I'm so tired, lend me a shoulder to rest on, just for a moment, can you?"

Zhang Jizu hummed a laugh and shook his head:

"I don't have a shoulder, but there are plenty of empty graves; if you really feel tired, sleeping underground might be a complete release.

How about it, are you interested, Miss Poison?"

"???"

He is not Cheng Shi!

Poison was shocked; her tilted body immediately straightened, just like a reversed clock hand instantly returning to its place.

A flash of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly returned to normal and smiled meaningfully:

"Willing to hold back the Grand Marshal's attention for the Little Priest, you and him... have a pretty good relationship, huh?"

Zhang Jizu also smiled:

"Passable, but probably not as close as your relationship with him."

Poison lowered her head shyly: "It's not as close as you think..."

"?"

People really can be speechless when they are speechless, because you never know if what the 【Filth】 believer in front of you is saying is actually what you understand it to mean.

Zhang Jizu looked at Poison thoughtfully, indeed seeing an unhideable exhaustion in her expression; he was very curious, how could such an evil being who played with desire in the palm of her hand and understood "catering" to others' desires best be this tired?

And it didn't look like the other party had survived a tragic battle, but rather like she had experienced something that made one physically and mentally exhausted.

He waited for Poison to open her mouth to ask something, yet Poison did not speak.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she really had no tricks in front of Zhang Jizu.

She understood this 【Death】 God-Chosen; other than guarding his own little graveyard and living to the end, this player who "purely didn't want to die" had no other desires.

Although not wanting to die could be considered a kind of desire, this desire could already be self-sufficient through Zhang Jizu's identity as a gravekeeper; as such, her methods could not be deployed at all on this "pure desire" player.

She couldn't use the advantage of her faith to pry anything out of Zhang Jizu's mouth, so she had to sigh and try another way to communicate with the other party.

She looked at Zhang Jizu, and after narrowing her eyes like a fox just like him, she asked with a smile:

"Do you know that the Little Priest is Foolish Play?"

"?"

Zhang Jizu's eyes narrowed away again.