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The scary clown stood behind the player, but the player didn’t realize it at all. He was still focused on the giant monster. Only Han Fei could hear the clown’s words. His voice echoed in Han Fei’s heart. He could hear the clown’s inner voice. Fear slammed into Han Fei like waves. He shouted at the player at the back of the group without hesitation, “Run! The ghost is behind you!”

As he shouted, Han Fei’s body already charged towards the player. He did this subconsciously. Under the circumstance, he didn’t consider his personal safety and made a choice.

“Very good. You’ve made your first choice.” The clown opened his mouth and approached the player. The teeth written with curses bit into the player’s soft neck. “You want to save him, and he will die because of you.” The player still hadn’t noticed anything. He was shocked by Han Fei’s sudden scream. He turned back and saw nothing. He grumbled that Han Fei was crazy. Before he could say anything else, the spot where the clown bit him surfaced with black lines. The lines expanded until they became black capillaries!

The player felt the pain. When he turned back the second time, he saw the clown on his neck. He screamed, but it was too late. People could see ghosts when the ghosts wanted to kill and when the humans were about to die. Either way, the player’s ending was decided. After a small bite, the clown’s lips curled upwards. He pushed the player to the ground.

“Ghost! There’s a ghost behind us!” The fake white mask shattered into pieces. The player held his neck. He wiggled on the ground like a worm, but that appeared only to heighten his pain. All the players turned to look at the rooftop entrance, but they didn’t see any ghosts, only their teammate struggling and screaming on the ground. “Short Hair, what’s wrong with you?” Inmate walked towards him. “Don’t go there. The ghost killed him! The ghost is right there!” Han Fei stared at the clown standing amidst the human head balloons. Of all the players, only he could see the ghost. When he hurried towards Perfect Life Hotel earlier, he felt someone grab his arm. He saw a pale arm from the corner of his eyes. At the time, he wondered why he could see ghosts.

“Because the ghosts want you to see them,” The clown’s voice echoed in Han Fei’s heart again. “You must have forgotten about our transaction, but no matter, I believe you’ll still make that choice because you are you.”

The balloons floated away. Between the gaps, the clown’s face was revealed. “Compared to them, I still have the greatest hope on you, so I bet everything on you.” Mad laughter echoed. The clown’s body was pulled long. He was acting very strangely, but no one but Han Fei could see it.

“Heaven’s blessing, Ghost’s Eyes, and Resurrection, you still have all the talents you gained from his memory. That means that he has hope in you too. I think I hope his wish. He wants you to kill him.” The clown’s smile widened until his mouth tore open. However, he didn’t stop smiling.

“Who is it?” Han Fei asked his first question. The words popped out of his mouth. This answer was very important to him.

“I don’t know whose body he is inhabiting and whose soul he’d use to kill you.” The clown looked at Han Fei’s arm. “You have been killed by him directly or indirectly for ninety-nine times already. This is the difference between you two. Of course, there’s a possibility you’re doing all these on purpose. But no matter, you only have one last choice left.”

The player on the ground slowly died. He died a painful death. His skin was taken over by thick black capillaries. “You have chosen kindness. Perhaps more innocent people will die; you have chosen sin, perhaps more sinners will be revived.” All the balloons floated away. A black clock appeared beside his feet. The clock face was the face of a child. The numbers were the ages of the child. The clock hands consisted of his memories and emotions.

“The clock records everything that happens every second in every day. Life is like a clock going in reverse. One side of the clock is satisfaction, and the other side is despair. The clock misses smile and happiness.”

The clown knelt on the clock. He stared at Han Fei. “To find your smile, you have to see your happiness. My happiness is right there. What about yours?” The laughing clown was like a madman. He rambled on. He laughed until a tear fell.

“Who are you talking too?” Lee Guo Er stuck close to Han Fei. She noticed Han Fei was not acting right. It was like he was sleep-walking. Han Fei didn’t answer. His eyes moved from the clown to the clock. The child on the clock face appeared to be himself. The handmade clock seemed to represent his life.

“Are you helping me? Why? How come I have no memory of the transaction you mentioned?” Whenever Han Fei had a thought, the clown’s voice would echo in his mind. The clown’s power was very scary. He was not a normal ghost.

“Before you died for the eleventh time, you completed my regret. You did something I couldn’t. You reserved your reward back then until now. Perhaps you have already known that you would die ninety-nine times then.” The clown doubled over from laughing. His face cracked, and the paint fell because he had said things he shouldn’t. His face became scarier. “I will hope the final winner, and I hope that person is you. Before this body that represents my childhood memory fully collapses, I’ll give you another present.”

His smile turned scary. The monster with twenty-two arms was triggered and started to attack the people around. “Try to kill everyone that might be him. You don’t have the chance to restart anymore.” The clown grinned, but his smile couldn’t bring warmth but only pain and despair.

“You’ve been smiling nonstop. Is it because you’re afraid that once you stop, the tears won’t stop falling?” Han Fei had no idea why he’d ask that. He was only voicing the thoughts in his mind.

The clown’s expression changed. The smile dwindled, “Is that a question for yourself?” The clock started to move. This appeared to really symbolize the starting of the game. The clown had completed the content of his transaction. His body and the clock exploded among the balloons. Han Fei felt despair. He gained some death memories. He had been killed by the clown ten times. Shaking his head, Han Fei only remembered the pain of death and nothing else.

The intense pain caused him to suffer from paranoia. Once he thought of death, he’d be in extreme fear and anxiety.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lee Guo Er was worried about Han Fei. Han Fei moved forward alone. The clown and the clock were buried by the sea of flowers. Only a piece of paper remained. It appeared to be torn from the cover of a script. It was a poem.

My dreams become transparent since I burned all my memory one night, and my steps become brisk since I threw away all my yesterdays.

Han Fei looked at the other end of the paper. There was his handwriting—without future, and without past, I should be able to see my real self, right?