When he saw the head that was drilled out of the clown's belly, even Roger couldn't help but surging his stomach. The head was covered with gastric juice.

The gastric juice itself is corrosive, but this young man with beautiful facial features licked his tongue, which seemed to have more of a pleasure to this acidic liquid.

The young man had green hair, and he rolled out of the clown's belly. After he came out, the slightly fat clown became even more ferocious and terrifying. There was a huge bloody hole in his belly, and even the internal organs could be seen clearly. Roger suppressed his disgust and secretly filled the last short arrow into the machine.

The golden knife in his hand holding Lolita was quietly unsheathed.

The green-haired young man was wearing a white coat. He was a little shorter and thinner than the red-haired young man, but his body was as cold as a poisonous snake.

"Sis, the big ghost in your playing cards seems to mean 'avoidable bad luck'." The green-haired young man touched his scattered hair, threw two stencils with his hands and flew into the sky and swirled into his hand, pressing his fingers on the syringe to squeeze out drops of potion.

He looked at Rogerson and smiled: "Let me introduce it, my name is Bex, the pharmacist of the Evil Circus, nicknamed 'Death Pharmacist'. The red-haired person is called Sith, the magician of the Evil Circus, a hypnotist and illusionist, nicknamed 'Hypnosis Nightmare'." He pointed to the clown who was broken belly and smiled: "Compared with his magic, Sith's magic is the real art."

"By the way, in the Sith's definition of playing cards, the Great Ghost represents 'avoidable doom'."

"That means that my destiny is in his hands, right?" Roger said.

Bex snapped his fingers: "Smart, that's what it means",

Roger nodded. He had already answered many questions at this moment. The reason why this young pharmacist named Bex was not afraid of the stomach juice in the clown's belly was because he had applied alkaline substances in advance. The neutralization of acid and alkali made him not afraid of acidic gastric juice.

Even if he drinks this liquid, it doesn't matter, which means that his pharmacist level is already very high, and even the internal ones can trigger alkaline substances. Pharmacists in the entire Atlantis continent are rare, and it seems to be an honor to encounter such high-level ones here.

The red-haired Sith is a person who is even more terrifying than Bex. He can also possess three professions: magician, hypnotist, and illusionist. The difficulty is no less than that of a puppet master after graduation.

"You are the descendant of that person, and the evil spirit circus is your destination." Sith held the playing cards and looked at Roger with a calm look, but the flames hidden under the calm were extremely hot.

Roger said: "Did that person refer to my father? Unfortunately, I have never even seen him, and the Evil Spirit Circus has nothing to do with me."

The syringe in Bex's hand turned and smiled, "Sis, his stubbornness is as we expected, isn't it?"

The Sith said nothing, and his finger moved his playing cards and flew into the air, which was faster and sharper than the blade. Roger was inserted into the third playing card before he could dodge.

Fast, too fast, Roger picked up Lolita and stepped back step by step, and Bex moved forward step by step.

"You care about that little girl? Yes, you care about her very much. She is so timid and will be scared by the ugliness of clowns. Such a girl will not benefit you."

Roger turned a deaf ear to his words and just stepped back vigilantly.

"You don't know yet, this clown," he pointed to the clown who was grinning and sewing his belly, and said, "This clown is the work of that person, the work of your father."

"It's his failed work",

That person's work, the failed work. Roger frowned slightly. Has the "that person" in their mouths defeated God and the demon? He can create life.

He looked at the painless clown and felt disgusted. Did that person create such a life? If so, what's the point if it succeeds?

"Swoosh",

As Bex spoke, the syringe in his hand had been shot out. Roger whirled "um" and syringe accurately into his shoulder. Bezos smiled and appeared in front of him and pressed the syringe. His fingers pressed the yellow medicine in the syringe and injected it into Roger's body.

"Go to sleep, little devil, I've prepared the amount of hallucinogen just right... Hum?"

When he looked down, a bit of bright red dripped from behind Lolita. Before he could react, Roger had already raised his hand, which had been stabbed by a syringe.

"Idiot, it's you who deserves to sleep with",

He used the same trick again, stabbed the golden knife in his left hand and kept awake, while the mini crossbow in his right hand had already aimed at Bakers' forehead.

"Peng",

The last short sword shot out, but at such a close distance, no sound of a short arrow piercing into the skull, and even a trace of blood did not overflow.

Bex pinched the black short arrow with both fingers. Roger was surprised at first, then bounced his knees and hugged Lolita with one hand and turned around and distanced him from Bex.

Bex smiled grimly and put the short arrow on the tip of his nose and sniffed it: "Applying an anesthetic is a very similar to hallucinogens, hahahaha, little devil, you are such a versatile, mechanism, hidden weapon, potion, exactly the same as that person, even cunning is exactly the same, hahahahaha."

He said all the words of praise, but when he started to move his hands, he looked like a mad dog, and his body slanted and rushed over. At this moment, Roger had no choice but to retreat. He placed Lolita on the ground and whispered, holding the golden knife and headed towards him. Bex's second syringe also flew over. He raised his arm with a mini crossbow to separate the syringe, and at the same time took off the gold coins from his neck and threw them at Bex.

"Dang", "Dang",

Bex's palm flashed with a cold light and a scalpel fell into his palm. He raised his hand and slashed the gold coins and sparked the lights of the white coat. The two rows of syringes in the coat were thrilling. As his laughter, the coat flew over one by one.

The severe pain immediately spread throughout his body. Roger barely blocked several syringes, and the rest could no longer be blocked. Seven syringes were pierced in his chest one after another, and the hallucinogens in his body also worked. His body was soft and he couldn't hold on to the ground. He was about to struggle and Bex had already stepped on his arm.

"Don't faint, little devil."

The scalpel slammed into the back of Roger's hand.

"Ah--" Roger's palm was nailed to the ground, and the severe pain made him scream.

"Hahaha, little kid, I know you don't want to lose consciousness. Pain is the only way to fight hallucinogens. Hahaha, kind-hearted Bex won't let you faint."

Bex squeezed his finger and pulled out the scalpel and cut off Roger's tendons. Then he stabbed him in the back, and then slapped three times. Roger's back immediately flowed like blood. Bex laughed like crazy. The smell of blood greatly stimulated his crazyness, but he was not careful about his feet. Roger had rolled and slipped out again, and the golden knife also left a scratch on his calves.

Roger staggered and stood up. The severe pain on his body made him more awake. However, the loss of physical strength made him unable to defeat the enemy. Even Bex's figure became blurred, but he still gasped and got up, his chest rising and falling sharply.

The scalpel in Bex's hand turned and smiled and said, "Terrible little guy, since you're going to cut off your legs and have fun, I can pick it up anyway."

He leaned over and rushed towards him, and the sharp scalpel ran straight to Roger's thigh, and the wind was blowing loudly.

"Swoosh",
Chapter completed!