Who Is the Clown?

Finally back!

The moment Cheng Shi's foot touched the rooftop of the rest area, he sprawled onto the ground without a care for appearances.

He was utterly exhausted.

Whether it was observing and deducing during the trial or dealing with and arguing before the audience, everything had left him drained in body and mind.

At that moment, all he wanted was to lie there without thinking about anything, empty his mind, loosen those taut heartstrings a little, and catch his breath.

The idea was nice, but relaxing was impossible. Although Cheng Shi lay on the ground doing nothing, the questions in his mind never stopped.

He was "interrogating" Mouth Brother, asking about his true identity.

Whether before Time or before Folly, Mouth Brother's performance... had been terrifying. But that was precisely what proved his identity was anything but ordinary—far from it.

If he was really just a Deception creation that had gained sentience, as the Dragon King had said, then how could those two gods treat a demigod-level creation with such "seriousness"?

When they communicated with or argued against Mouth Brother, they had not seemed to be looking down on anything. Rather, they seemed to be treating him as an equal.

So Cheng Shi had grown increasingly curious. From the moment he left the void, he had relentlessly bombarded Lips of Foolish Play, hoping to pry some clue from his mouth. But Mouth Brother, who had been so unyielding before, had now fallen silent. No matter how Cheng Shi asked, he refused to speak.

With no other choice, Cheng Shi had to bring Tongue Brother out for some fresh air and, incidentally, fish for information indirectly.

Looking at the tongue on the ground, lazily turning from side to side in comfort and with nothing to do, Cheng Shi's eyes shifted