Scarlet! Blinding scarlet!
Everything around him seemed submerged in a red ocean, the entire scene unreal.
"Heh... heheheh, hahahaha..."
Sobs mingled with the strange, twisted laughter. Clown's makeup had long since been ruined by tears, the greasepaint sliding down his face like putrid fluid.
Both his hands were clamped tightly around Yiyi's slender neck, which cracked under the unbearable pressure.
Yiyi... was dead.
She had died in Clown's arms.
Clown cradled her corpse, his exaggerated crimson lips curling upward. It was impossible to tell whether he was crying or smiling.
Bai Ye stared into Clown's eyes, so bloodshot they looked almost pierced through by red veins. At last, he understood why the whole world was scarlet.
This was Clown's memory. He was observing it through Clown's recollection, and at this moment, Clown saw nothing but scarlet.
"Waaah..." Little Tangerine suddenly burst into tears. "Big Sister Yiyi... is dead!"
Bai Ye's expression darkened. His guess had been right: Ghost Clown really had killed Yiyi.
No wonder he had been afraid to remember, always running from the past.
He had never imagined that such a psychopath was hiding among his friends.
Li Zuo, Xiao Yi, Dart Man, and the others might be strange, but at least they weren't psychopaths, and their friendship was genuine.
Ghost Clown alone seemed to wear a clown's mask at all times. No one knew what kind of soul lurked beneath it.
They had certainly weathered plenty of hardships together, but who could say for sure whether Clown had ever considered them friends?
The scene shattered with a crash, and darkness swallowed their surroundings.
Bai Ye silently moved forward. He no longer intended to reform Ghost Clown through persuasion. He would do it through force instead.
Someone like that did not deserve to stand at a god's side.