Zou Qianqian released powerful ghost energy and attacked the clown.

The clown immediately released ghost energy to resist, and the two icy breaths collided in the air, and the skeleton ghosts on the side were suppressed and could not stand upright.

Although the clown kept an exaggerated smile on his face, his ghostly aura was obviously not as strong as Zou Qianqian's.

Soon, his ghost energy was defeated and he could only let Zou Qianqian's ghost energy invade his body.

Although the battle of ghost energy cannot cause substantial damage, the strength of the opponent can be judged in this way.

The corners of Zou Qianqian's mouth rose slightly. After the previous battle, she was already sure that if they really fought, her winning rate would be at least 80%.

"As a fellow person, no matter how many people you kill, it has nothing to do with me. But now you are harming people under the guise of killing a hotel based on a script, which will have a very bad impact on this industry, so as a fellow person, I must stop you!"

"Oh!" The clown showed an expression of sudden realization, "I heard before that the guy named Mo Shouchen caught a lot of ghosts and put them in his scripted killing house to scare people. It seems that you are one of them."

Zou Qianqian said with disdain: "Catch me? Just because of him? He knelt down to beg me and gave me shares, so I agreed to stay in the store as a manager!"

"Manager? Shareholders? It's so funny to hear this from a ghost, haha..."

The clown held his stomach and laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.

But just when he was laughing hard, Zou Qianqian suddenly took a step forward and kicked him in the stomach.

"boom!"

The clown flew out like a cannonball, directly collapsing the house behind him.

Zou Qianqian slowly put down her right foot and said with a somewhat displeased look on her face: "Just talk and laugh. It's like a lunatic. It's annoying to watch!"

The clown climbed out of the ruins. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he still maintained an exaggerated smile on his face.

He dusted himself off and said excitedly: "You have a really bad temper, but I like it. How about it? Are you interested in joining me?"

"Not interested!" Zou Qianqian refused without thinking.

"Don't refuse in a hurry, listen to my plan first, I believe you will be interested!"

"There's no need!" Zou Qianqian tapped her head with her finger: "I will not cooperate with someone with a brain problem."

As she spoke, she walked towards the clown with a grim expression, apparently wanting to end this meaningless conversation.

The clown's smile began to stiffen after being repeatedly rejected, and he roared: "You are so powerful, are you willing to become a clown who pleases living people?"

Zou Qianqian said nonchalantly: "I don't feel that I am pleasing a living person. Every time I see those cowards who are scared to death by me, I am very happy. They are my playthings to please."

"It seems that you have been affected by staying in the living world for too long. Why can living people enjoy themselves in this real world, but we can only be trapped in those illusory worlds and endure painful reincarnations? I want to

Break the shackles of this world and allow trapped people to enter and exit the world freely."

Zou Qianqian suddenly stopped.

"This is your plan?"

Seeing that Zou Qianqian looked a little shaken, the clown said excitedly: "How is it? It sounds good!"

Zou Qianqian snorted coldly and said: "If all the ghosts and monsters from other worlds run out, wouldn't this place become another Forgotten River? I finally got out of that place, and I don't want to go back, so..."

The ghost energy in Zou Qianqian's body suddenly increased sharply. She rushed towards the clown at an extremely fast speed and shouted at the same time: "You must die!"

Perhaps Zou Qianqian's speed was too fast. Before the clown could react, a sharp claw had penetrated his chest.

The pain caused the clown's expression to become distorted, but he still tried his best to maintain a smile.

Zou Qianqian pulled her hand out, and the area around the clown's wound began to turn black, and it soon spread to the whole body. Then a burst of wind blew, and he turned into black ashes and slowly dissipated in the air.

"With this little ability, you still want to break the shackles? It's really ridiculous!"

Although her hands were not stained with anything, Zou Qianqian still rubbed her clothes with disgust, then turned around and prepared to leave.

But the moment she turned around, her pupils shrank suddenly.

She saw Xiao Wu, whom she had just killed, appearing in front of her unharmed.

"you……"

"What you just killed was just my clone." The clown directly expressed the doubts in Zou Qianqian's heart.

"What?! A clone? This is impossible!" Zou Qianqian had a horrified expression on her face.

Although she effortlessly killed the clown just now, she had tested it with ghost energy before and found that the opponent's strength was at the same level as hers.

If the clone has such a powerful ghost energy, then the strength of the main body can definitely easily kill her instantly.

Just now she was wondering how the clown could succeed so easily despite his strong strength. Now she realized that the clown clone had no intention of fighting her at all.

Seeing the surprised expression on Zou Qianqian's face, the clown smiled with satisfaction. He danced and said: "In order to realize my great plan, I worked hard to build this horror playground. Here, I am God, even if I create order

Even if the big shot comes, I won’t be afraid!”

Zou Qianqian didn't think the clown was bragging. He could create a clone on the same level as her. Apart from the clown, only big shots could do it.

It seems that the clown does have the capital to be arrogant.

The clown danced up to Zou Qianqian, and then made a gesture to invite his dance partner. However, such an elegant movement turned out to be very funny.

"I'll give you two choices now, join me, or be killed by me..."

"I choose to join you!"

Before the clown could finish speaking, Zou Qianqian revealed her choice.

As long as the green hills remain, she won't have to worry about running out of firewood. As for whether the world of the living will turn into the Asura Hell, she doesn't care.

The clown shook his head dissatisfied and said, "You answered too quickly. I feel like you are deceiving me, so you have to prove yourself."

Zou Qianqian shrugged helplessly: "How do you want me to prove it?"

"Kill Mo Shouchen!"

Zou Qianqian frowned slightly, but soon she nodded and said: "No problem, I have long disliked him anyway. I will go back and kill him now, and then come to you with his head!"

After saying that, Zou Qianqian turned around to leave, but as soon as she turned around, she felt a cold ghostly energy strangle her neck from behind, making her unable to move.

"Well……"

Zou Qianqian was forced to turn back. She felt very painful. It seemed that if the force on her neck increased even more, she would be knocked out of her mind.

"Don't think of me as a fool!"

After speaking, the clown waved his hand in the air, and a piece of yellow paper appeared in his hand with several blood-red writings on it.

[Kill Mo Shouchen within three days, otherwise your soul will be lost]

"If you want to leave, first put your thumbprint on this agreement."

The ghostly spirit that strangled Zou Qianqian's neck disappeared, and her body regained its ability to move. After seeing the words on the yellow paper, her expression did not change.

She has heard of this kind of soul contract. Once you voluntarily press your fingerprints on it, you must complete the above content, otherwise you will be punished in the contract.

In other words, if Mo Shouchen was not killed within three days, she would really be in despair.

Zou Qianqian slowly raised her hand, seemingly preparing to press her fingerprints on the contract.

But just when her fingers were about to touch the contract, her expression suddenly hardened, and a black human-shaped mist came out directly from her back, and then floated towards the door.

"Want to run?"

The clown sneered and threw out the contract in his hand. The yellow piece of paper shot into the black mist like a dart.

"Crack!"

When the black mist approached the door, the contract hit directly, and the heavily damaged human-shaped mist instantly began to disintegrate, but a palm-sized piece of black mist squeezed out from the crack in the door before disappearing.
Chapter completed!