Skeleton Clown was somewhat surprised by the situation.
In his view, all ten of these people should have died. Even if they had survived, there was no way they could still be standing—just like the priest, who had been completely paralyzed and driven insane.
He looked at the participant before him, whose head drooped from a broken cervical spine beneath a black cloth headgear, and faintly sensed something out of place.
This person had returned to the stage as a spectator and was already terrified before the first jump. His cervical spine had been broken on the first toss, so logically, he should have been the first to die. Yet he had survived until the very end.
Moreover, his headgear had not fallen off once throughout the entire process.
Skeleton Clown took the initiative and walked behind William, clasping both hands around the head that hung forward. With extremely delicate sleight of hand, he reconnected the cervical spine.
He then came around to face William.
"Congratulations... Ah... congratulations."
He had originally intended to pat William firmly on the chest in celebration, but then he remembered that putting a stranger to work in the Clown House would be a real hassle.
"By the way, can you take off your headgear? Official employment requires facial authentication."
Beneath the black headgear, William spoke in a trembling voice. "I-I'm weak all over right now. I can barely lift either hand. Could you help me take it off?"
"All right."
Skeleton Clown had none of the airs of a leader. He reached out, grabbed both sides of the headgear, and pulled it upward.
When the rising headgear revealed the chin, everything still seemed normal. But when the lower lip appeared, the vivid red made the clown extremely uncomfortable.
The color was far too bright, bearing