The vase girl's head drooped like a deflated balloon.
The clown stretched his neck, but Huahua next to him had turned pale and fainted.
Su Qingyu looked at this incredible scene, pursed her lips, recalled the rules, and became fully alert.
The clown's skin was as pale as death, and a strange smile extended from the corners of his incomplete mouth. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, forming an arc, which was creepy.
[Red Apple Circus] Rule 4.
If you spot a clown in a hat looking at you, pay attention to the expression on his face.
If he has a smile on his face, you can talk to him and accept the food he offers.
If he looks like he's crying, please politely refuse all his requests and leave quickly.]
"Where's my hat?" the clown muttered to himself, his mouth opening and closing, making a cackle.
Although the smile was weird, it was still a smile.
Then, a red and white top hat fell from the sky and landed right on his messy curly hair.
"I'm a little hungry." The clown looked at Su Qingyu and smiled, "My dear little friend, do you have anything to eat?"
"I have a candy." Su Qingyu took out the candy that Youyou gave her from her pocket.
The clown opened his dark mouth and said, "Ah~ My hands haven't grown out yet, you feed me.
When my hands grow back, I will give you a delicious meal in return."
Su Qingyu didn't eat the candy of unknown ingredients herself. She peeled off the transparent candy wrapper, held the hard candy with both hands, and put it into the clown's mouth.
The clown smacked his lips.
"I'm still hungry." He said this, then opened his bloody mouth, tilted his head, and bit off Huahua's head.
The oil paint on his face rubbed onto Huahua's temple, and along with the gushing blood, formed a magnificent picture.
"Oh!" Su Qingyu hadn't finished asking the question.
After eating a few bites, the clown looked at Su Qingyu and suddenly became sad: "I'm just eating a little, why are you looking at me like that
Woo woo woo, I only have the energy to perform when I’m full.
I am trying so hard to grow arms and legs, so that I can bring joy to all the children."
Those were not tears of sorrow, but blood-red liquid, dripping like fresh blood, each drop turning into blood-colored beads, falling on the ground, emitting a strong fishy smell.
Its curly hair hung down in a messy and disordered manner, scattered across its heavily painted face, sorrow intertwined with pain.
He cried.
Su Qingyu wanted to escape.
The clown's head swayed in the darkness. Su Qingyu stood in front of it. When he met the clown's dark eyes, Su Qingyu felt the invisible oppression again. His legs felt as if they were filled with lead. The flow of time slowed down, and even his breathing lengthened.
"Can you help me put my hat on straight?" the clown made a new request.
Su Qingyu seemed to be pressed down by something. She stood where she was and had to answer this question.
"Although I really want to help you, I can't do it because I have strained the muscles in my hands from lifting heavy objects in the past few days. It hurts when I lift the slightest thing." She began to look for reasonable excuses.