Chapter 856: Squinting Mr. Zhang

Squinting Mr. Zhang's Little Essay

When the two bypassed the backstage of the theater and came to a certain beam on the second floor near the theater roof, they finally found Zhang Jizu hiding here.

And at this time, squinting Mr. Zhang was taking a nap with his eyes closed, looking as if he had been waiting for Cheng Shi for a long time.

He heard the movement and opened his eyes. When he saw Zhen Xin following Cheng Shi here, his eyes that had just opened squinted back again.

"Sure enough, it's you, Zhen Xin."

Zhen Xin examined Zhang Jizu thoughtfully, nodded slightly surprised:

"So my problem was here.

Interesting, it seems the relationship between you two is far better than I imagined. Outdated news is indeed easy to cause omissions, but I will pay attention next time."

"?" Cheng Shi's body stalled. He forgot to ask squinting Mr. Zhang for an explanation, turned his head directly to look at Zhen Xin, and rolled his eyes: "There's a next time?"

Zhen Xin chuckled: "Rest assured, not playing you, but an improvement and warning for my own acting means."

"You better be..."

Cheng Shi's eye twitched. He turned around and looked at Zhang Jizu again. Neither of the two Clowns spoke again, just a momentary eye contact, as if they had already said thousands of words.

Zhang Jizu understood what Cheng Shi was asking: "What happened here, where did Clown go?", and Cheng Shi also captured a trace of helplessness and being forced by circumstances in squinting Mr. Zhang's eyes.

Looking at it this way, it was indeed a power that mortals could not resist that broke his plan, otherwise, among all the players present, probably no one could make this chosen one of 【Death】 so dejected.

Looking at the doubt in Cheng Shi's eyes, squinting Mr. Zhang sighed and took out from his left pocket a... thousand-word explanation that was flowing with ink!

This authentic Steady Sect member had already anticipated this scene of Cheng Shi coming to verify things after failing to protect Klaus, so to prevent himself from saying too much and having it settled out by the trial, he directly wrote down everything he had experienced.

And the story written on the paper undoubtedly brought greater shock to the two new liars on the scene.

Time retreated slightly, and the perspective turned to Zhang Jizu's side.

When the Clown played by Cheng Shi was dismembered on the stage, the appearance of 【Deception】 made the whole audience silent.

But He didn't leave directly after that sneer, but appeared on the beam, dragged the unprepared squinting Mr. Zhang and the Clown who was tied into a rice dumpling into the void together, and bestowed upon these two mortals the honor of seeing a god.

Of course, the protagonist of this audience was the real Clown. Zhang Jizu was "muted" the moment he was dragged into the void. He couldn't say a word of praise, couldn't say a greeting, just like a witness to this audience, standing there straight, both embarrassed and shocked.

As for Clown... he was far more shocked than Zhang Jizu, this player. This was the first time since his birth, or even since the "creation" of Sandres, that someone had come into contact with extraordinary power, and it was even facing Him, the supreme one. So the moment Clown was untied by the God of Fun, he knelt down softly in front of those eyes.

Those eyes with twinkling stars and spiraling turns examined the "believer" before him with great interest, and laughed softly:

"You want to follow me?"

Clown immediately prostrated on the ground, his expression excited and incoherent: "Yes, I want to follow you, no, praise you, no, my meaning is not that I don't want to follow you, but that I feel I should praise you before answering... I..."

"Save it. If I liked these tedious formalities, I wouldn't have appeared here today.

For you, Clown, I only have one question:

Are you willing to follow me?"

Clown nodded frantically, but as he nodded, he stopped slowly. A look of entanglement flashed on his face. After thinking for a moment, he summoned his courage and gritted his teeth and asked: "Great God of Joy, please forgive my presumption. I want to know, has Sandres been saved?"

Those eyes sneered: "No."

No!?

How could it not be!?

Clearly, you descended here because of everyone's piety, why would it not be?

Clown was dumbfounded. Immediately after, he straightened his body tremblingly and looked at those eyes that seemed to represent the joy of the universe, disbelieving: "Why...?"

Those eyes sneered again.

"There is no why. They are not funny, so they don't deserve redemption."

Clown's face stiffened. His face was full of fear, seemingly feeling that the god was not what he had imagined.

They were high above and indeed didn't need to care about the situation of mortals, but Clown was different. He was born here and grew up here. His only wish in his heart was to be a useful person, a person useful to Sandres.

So he was overjoyed when he found a trace of faith. That was not entirely because the initial piety sprouted in his heart, but because he finally saw an opportunity to achieve his wish and become a person useful to Sandres.

Don't forget, this land had no faith. No one could expect a person who grew up in such an environment to have piety overnight, even Clown, who was closest to piety, couldn't.

But Clown didn't give up. He felt the kindness of the god. If "his own benefactor" really didn't care about this place, then there wouldn't be this audience at the moment. So he saw the opportunity again, an opportunity that could prove his piety and probably save Sandres.

Thus, he raised his head tremblingly again and prayed to the "benefactor" in front of him:

"I am funny!

Great God of Joy, I am funnier than all of them."

"And then?"

"I want to ask you to distribute my mouth, my tongue, my ears... and everything about me to the world. In this way, they will become as funny as me.

I use flesh and blood to spread your faith, and you can also get a group of funny believers because of this. This must be a win-win opportunity!

Benefactor..."

When Clown said the four words "Benefactor," his voice was trembling. He was not sure whether his "offense" would be forgiven, but no matter how 【Deception】 reacted, when squinting Mr. Zhang heard these words, he sighed in his heart, knowing that this history could no longer be changed.

Cheng Shi's plan had already gone bankrupt.

【Memory】 failed to be painted over, and the one who corrected this memory this time was precisely the God of Fun Himself.

Why would He correct the memory here? Why didn't He choose to protect His own believer?

Could it be that the God of Fun yielded to 【Memory】?

No, impossible. He probably had a new cooperation with His opponent, but what kind of cooperation needed this Clown who looked like a budding believer or even like Envoy Envoy Yu Xi to act as a bargaining chip!?

The Ear of Secret-Peering should undoubtedly come from Clown, it's just... would he really be the messenger "Envoy Envoy Yu Xi" in Cheng Shi's mouth?

Zhang Jizu's head was full of question marks, but he couldn't ask, so he could only remain silent and continue to witness this scene.

Those starry eyes were high above, bending the corners of their eyes, staring at Clown with a playful look, sneering:

"Are you demanding me?"

"No, it's... begging."

"Do you think you are very pious?"

"No... Great God of Joy, I am trying to prove my piety with practical actions."

"Even if the price is losing your life?"

"... Yes." Clown prostrated on the ground, trembling all over.

"Pfft—

You are quite funny." ===== CHAPTER 857 =====