He gradually gained the ability to send money home, and Ji Keai would save the money he sent back, saying that he would save it for him to marry a wife in the future.

He felt that everything would be fine. Even if he was a spiritless person, even if there were only two people in the family and the siblings could only squeeze into the same bed, he still believed that everything would be fine.

But...why...

Just because the mask fell off and scared the child to cry, would that person punch and kick at her?

Why did she just fall on the side of the road and a drunkard just happen to lose control in a car?

Why?

Why?

He didn't understand why?

Such a kind person.

Such a person who brings joy to the children in the playground with his own funny movements.

Such a person who wears thick work clothes and ridiculous clown mask every day but never complains about the sunshine.

Why did it end like this?

Just because her spirit is just a balloon that can pinch and move?

Just because her younger brother is a spiritless person?

Just because they are poor, they have no money, no power, and no power?

So the hitter and perpetrator are still at large?

Why?!!

He didn't know what was going on in this world...

He didn't know what was wrong with this society...

But when her rescue failed to be proved dead, his heart died...

The spiritual offender of arson...

A guy who hurts people at will because of the privilege of the special spirit...

There is also the bastard who wants to drink and race because his spirit is a sports car...

Spirit...it's all because of spirit...

He bent down and held the tombstone. The heavy rain made his tears seem insignificant.

He lowered his head and leaned his forehead against the cold tombstone.

"They are laughing at you..."

"Laughing you are a clown..."

"Sister, don't worry..."

"I will make them never laugh again..."

He lowered his head and gave a light kiss on the yellowed photo.

He picked up the half-break clown mask and gently put it on his face.

Half of the mask just covered his distorted face on his left, like a devil.

The crack in the clown's smiling face cracked upwards, adding a touch of gloom and horror to the originally funny clown mask.

"Sister, I'll see you again..."

He said in a slightly hoarse voice, then kissed the tombstone again, and turned toward the city under the night.

He has no spirit.

He is just an ordinary person.

He wants to subvert this pathological world controlled by the spirit.

He is like a clown.

Funny, ridiculous.

Imagine impossible things.

But... he is serious.

When people talk about clowns in the future, they will no longer laugh.

It will only be terrified from the bottom of my heart...

Hell is empty, the demon is in the world, and there happens to be a demon who dresses up as a clown...

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Chapter completed!