A-san stared at Ye Cheng as if he didn't believe that he would be such a cruel man. The clown looked like a teenage girl. When the wire cut her throat, her staring eyes shed tears. However, the death of the clown also makes Ah San feel that his invisible bondage is disappearing. He can breathe and move.

"Can you still get up and walk?" Ye Cheng's hands worked hard, the clown's neck was cut off, his head fell to the ground, rolled a few times before stopping, staring at Ah San with dead eyes.

"She's dead!"

"Why do you cut off their heads every time you kill someone?"

Ye...