About After I Became a Soul Killer

Chapter 470 Herd, Shepherd, Sheepdog

Chen Zifan wandered alone in the capital of the empire. No one knew why he did this and why he resigned as captain.

But tonight, he came to the town in the southeastern part of the empire.

The thing about the blindfolded man who hides the knife has attracted too many people. This guy is from the countryside, and it is his first time to perform in the capital of the empire, so people say.

But when Chen Zifan came here, the performance hadn't started yet, but there were already a lot of people gathered.

He tried to squeeze his way into the crowd, but there were too many performance-obsessed fans for him.

He found that people's clothes, no matter what kind of form they are, whether they are shirts or skirts, are all embroidered with a pattern.

This is a cross pattern with an iris border, which looks very similar to the "Calla Zhuohua Cross" in the real world.

Coincidentally, I have been busy with cultivation, performing missions, and going out in the world for the past few years since I came to this world, so I don't have much opportunity to visit the capital.

This is the first time he has come to the capital as an ordinary person.

Although he still has the badge of the Viscount on his shoulder, but that thing has been taken off by him long ago.

With difficulty he found a proper place in the crowd.

He saw the blindfolded actor in a clown's clothes and ridiculous hat, with a plank erected behind him.

His assistant was standing 30 meters away from him in a suit and leather shoes, holding nine steel knives in his hand.

People's expressions are all focused and eager.

But unlike the thirst for knowledge, all the expressions of the people here can be preceded by the compound word of funny sympathy.

They looked at the clown on the field like watching a beast.

They seemed to be sympathizing with the clown again, whether it was due to livelihood or something that made him choose such a dangerous action.

Isn't it good to settle for the status quo?

This group of people lived in the capital, and most of them were dressed normally or even gorgeously, so they probably wouldn't run around for food and clothing.

And the people in the capital don't directly write ridicule or some kind of bad expectations (such as the clown who didn't escape and was stabbed to death with a steel knife) directly on their faces.

Because they lived in the capital and received a good education since they were young, they have a kind of pride that distinguishes them from the country people, and that kind of pride is called education.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you laugh at something or not.

Human pride and prejudice are born.

The show begins.

I saw that everyone held their breath and waited for the assistant to throw the first knife.

With a whoosh, a steel knife flew straight out.

There was a snap and it missed.

The knife pierced the wooden board behind the clown.

He threw three knives in succession.

Some people in the audience expressed sympathy and applauded: "Clown! Is there a gap in your blindfold!"

When the first audience expresses his love for the performance, it is like a fire being lit with dry wood.

The audience, these intellectuals in the capital, these ascetics who don't want to write their expectations on their faces, also began to cry out to the sky.

This cry of love and sympathy is full of doubts about the clown, as if it seems unreasonable for you not to be stabbed to death.

But who remembers that this was a show?
Chen Zifan frowned bitterly, listening and watching.

He couldn't help but sigh: "What exactly is sympathy?"

When the eight throwing knives flew out and the clown dodged them one by one, an interesting scene appeared.

The clown was nailed up by the eight throwing knives. Yes, the eight daggers brushed the corners of the clown's clothes smoothly every time like strokes.

Looking at the clown surrounded by wooden boards, Chen Zifan suddenly thought, "Isn't sympathy the cross that crucified the man who loved humanity? Isn't sympathy the spear that pierced his abdomen?"

At this sudden moment, the world in Chen Zifan's eyes changed instantly. Instead of those cheering people, he saw purple souls.

This sudden abstraction dazzled Chen Zifan just like Van Gogh's paintings.

He hurriedly looked at his assistant, and a terrifying scene appeared.

"Then what is that?" Chen Zifan couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. That wasn't an assistant, it was, yes, Soul Eater? !
He quickly rubbed his eyes, and everything went back to normal.

The familiar cheers came again.

Because this is the last shot.

People even shouted for the clown, telling him to avoid it, and the initial suspicion turned into sympathy.

The clown is surrounded by eight steel knives, only his head can be turned to the left.

He could have chosen to stop under such dire circumstances.

After all, he is both the initiator and the finisher.

But in this case, will the audience yell and scold?Will you blame me?Will it be boring?
These, these are what the audience should consider as a clown.

The clown himself didn't think about this, he used to perform eight throwing knives, but today, he wanted to try the ninth.

Why?Why did you have to take that step?Wouldn't it be nice to stay comfortably in the ranch?
We are all herds!The shepherd is watching from heaven!
Gray wolves will drive to the ranch to attack but there are also sheepdogs to resist.

You are an ordinary person, why?Why?
The clown didn't answer, he stood there silently, waiting for the ninth throwing knife.

Man is a wonderful creature, and the clown stands between nine throwing knives and death.

But he has the power to stop flying knives.

But he doesn't.

Chen Zifan stared at the assistant with wide eyes, and he confirmed again and again that it was a human being, because he couldn't feel any soul-devouring aura right now.

"Ah! Maybe I'm worrying too much, the assistant is the clown's assistant after all." Chen Zifan said inwardly.

Finally, the ninth flying knife flew out from the assistant's hand.

What is astonishing is that the ninth throwing knife went straight to the left side of the clown's head.

And the clown was supposed to be shifted to the left!

The clown is dead.

The cheers of the crowd stopped abruptly.

The assistant was also stunned.

what happened?what happened?

After hiding so many times, the clown should be able to dodge it! And the ninth throwing knife was supposed to fly towards the clown's head in the middle.

I didn't expect the phenomenon of being frozen by eight knives, but I found that my buddy clown's head can hide again!

why!
The people in the towns and cities were stunned at first when they saw this scene, and then they ran around like an earthquake. They were in a mess, trying to avoid this unexpected death.

At this time, only Chen Zifan, the clown and his assistant were left on the field.

In an instant, Chen Zifan felt something was wrong, what kind of feeling was this?He felt strange from the beginning of this performance.

I see!Chen Zifan suddenly realized.

No one took the initiative to kill the clown, but everyone was a murderer, including myself, the sigher!
All doubters!Applause!Sympathizers!Cryers!They are all murderers!

That moment, no, not a moment, the beginning, no, not the beginning, the moment people heard about it, no, even earlier.

The evil thoughts in people's hearts only reached their peak during the ninth knife just now!

I was not dazzling just now, and I am obviously a soul devourer, so how could I not feel the same kind?

That is a new Soul Eater.

It was not born in a strange circle, but in this extraordinary performance.

People's evil thoughts, the evil thoughts that hoped that the clown would be stabbed to death, possessed the assistant at that moment.

But the clown who has been walking for many years can't feel the slightest malice?

If he felt it, he could save his life if he didn't turn his head.

Why is that?

Is it!

yes!The moment Chen Zifan rubbed his eyes, the object where the evil thoughts gathered was no longer the assistant's body.

It turned into that steel knife!

The clown must die, because the enemy is not the assistant possessed by evil thoughts, but the knife flying towards him.

that's it,
The clown died by his own knife.

(End of this chapter)