CHAPTER 579: CHAPTER 578 OLD QIAO

Let’s leave aside whether everyone in this circus is a villain.

As far as their performances are concerned, they are indeed spectacular.

There are animals, clowns, magic, and even some performances with certain dangers.

Each performance stimulates the senses and evokes emotions.

It keeps people in a state of tension and excitement.

"This is too dangerous."

Taozi covered her eyes with her fingers but couldn’t help peeking through the gaps.

In the center of the stage, a clown was tied to a wooden spinning disk, while another person, blindfolded, stood several meters away, holding a throwing knife. Amidst gasps from the crowd, he hurled the knife at the rapidly spinning disk.

Every time, the knives almost grazed the clown’s body and embedded themselves into the wooden board behind him. This perilous act thrilled the audience, making them both frightened and excited. Many couldn’t help but shout out praise.

Since he began cultivating, Shen Siyuan’s senses had become exceptionally sharp, so even though he was sitting in the last row, he could still see the fear beneath the clown’s makeup.

His pupils dilated, his body trembled slightly, as if wanting to struggle, but his body was tightly bound, rendering him immobile.

This clown wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t a dwarf; rather, he was a child, with proportionate limbs and a hint of innocence about his brow.

Shen Siyuan suddenly recalled what Zheng Min had just said, his heart moved, perhaps this was her nephew Yan Bin.

"This is too dangerous, we need to stop him, how could he treat the clown brother like this... "

Duoduo pulled Xiao Yue, pointing to the stage, her face full of worry.

"The blindfolded uncle must be a big bad guy..." Dou Dou said assuredly.

"I want to go up there and stop him, I can’t let him do this, I want to rescue the clown brother..."

She clenched her small fist and was about to rush onto the stage when Xiao Yue grabbed her.

"Don’t mess around. Since they dare to perform on stage, there surely won’t be any mishaps. Otherwise, if someone gets hurt, the police will come and arrest them..."

Xiao Yue’s reasoning wasn’t wrong, but sometimes it couldn’t be taken as truth.

Sure enough, the knife-throwing act concluded amidst suspense and thrill.

When the clown was released, his legs kept trembling, and he couldn’t stand steadily, directly kneeling down, causing the audience to burst into laughter.

The audience thought this was part of the performance, only Shen Siyuan could tell that he was genuinely scared, his legs weak and unable to stand.

The middle-aged performer of the knife-throwing act lifted the clown as if he were a chick, then bowed to the audience before taking him backstage.

"Bravo..."

Amidst the cheers, the crowd excitedly applauded.

"Wow, that was amazing..." Taozi couldn’t help exclaiming.

"Was it amazing? That clown just now might have been Yan Bin, and his terrified expression wasn’t just an act," Shen Siyuan said.

Taozi was stunned, eyes wide, a mix of shame and anger.

"You’re so bad..." she said.

Shen Siyuan shrugged.

"No wonder Zheng Min was eager to save him, it was too dangerous, one mistake, and he could lose his life," Taozi said.

"Dangerous for sure, but the knife-throwing performer does have some real skill. After all, people aren’t disposable; they can’t just find someone to replace immediately if something goes wrong..."

"If they killed him as soon as they started, there would be no show."

"You have a point, but did you see anything?" Taozi asked.

Shen Siyuan shook his head.

Although he had some skills, he couldn’t see through people’s hearts.

Not even an immortal could see through people’s hearts.

But at this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a tailcoat and a top hat walked out from backstage.

"Is that Old Qiao?" Taozi immediately recognized him.

Because the newcomer’s eyes were deep, his nose high, though he had black eyes and yellow skin, his facial features indeed differed significantly from Central Plains people.

He held a cane and first performed a tap dance, the moves extremely elegant.

He took off his hat and bowed to the audience.

"I am Old Qiao, thank you all for watching the Qiaoerbu Circus show..."

With his words, countless doves flew out from his hat, multicolored streamers fell from the sky, accompanied by some sequins, shimmering with a rainbow of colors under the lights.

"Wow, wow, incredible, truly incredible..."

Dou Dou held her little face with both hands, filled with disbelief, feeling it was so magical, almost like Potato.

"Isn’t there more?" Duoduo said, still unsatisfied.

"There shouldn’t be," Xiao Yue replied.

"It’s over, did you notice anything?" Taozi asked Shen Siyuan again.

This time Shen Siyuan nodded, his eyes keenly locked onto the stage’s center where Old Qiao was beaming.

Because behind Old Qiao, a large mass of black mist accompanied him, with more than a dozen faces emerging from the mist.

Even though Old Qiao’s three fires were thriving, they kept rushing at Old Qiao.

Ultimately, they were burned by the three fires, let out a painful wail, and retreated, only to regroup quickly and pounce on Old Qiao again, repeating like this, making Old Qiao look like a Demon Sect Cultivator.

This mass of mist was actually formed from karma-laden ghost spirits consumed by desire, swallowing each other until they became what they are now.

Because of their shared hatred towards Old Qiao, they kept pouncing on him.

Although Old Qiao’s three fires were thriving, their repeated pouncing continually eroded his three fires.

The three fires flickered, if not reduced to a dying ember, at least causing Old Qiao to fall ill, or to be plagued by misfortune.

See, his retribution is upon him already.

Shen Siyuan formed a finger formula and extended a hand forward.

The mist composed of dead souls surged, as if being sucked by a vacuum, continuously pulling, and ultimately extracting a body-deficient, conscious muddled soul into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"Let’s go," Shen Siyuan said, standing up.

At this moment, the audience began to leave, bustling and jostling out.

"You’re leaving already?" Taozi said in surprise.

"What else?"

"But... but..." Taozi didn’t know how to express herself properly.

"There are too many eyes now. If we really want to do something, now isn’t the time. Let’s head back first and then we can talk," Shen Siyuan said.

"Oh, okay." Taozi obediently agreed and didn’t pursue further.

However, she instinctively looked back around, then asked, "Where are Dou Dou and the others?"

"They’re already outside, waiting for us over there," Shen Siyuan said.

As soon as Shen Siyuan entered the tent, Dou Dou and the others spotted him.

After all, the connection between a Banner Master and Fan Soul made it easy for them to sense each other’s presence.

Sure enough, after coming out, they saw Dou Dou and the others standing at a corner of the plaza, chatting excitedly.

Especially Dou Dou, who was bouncing lively and energetically.

Taozi let go of Shen Siyuan and walked straight over to them, while Shen Siyuan turned back to look at the tent one more time, his eyes gleaming.

From the fragment of the dead soul that just got absorbed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Shen Siyuan had glimpsed some leftover memories, memories that made Old Qiao’s death inevitable.

But simply killing the other party would be too cheap for him.

Shen Siyuan pinched a formula with his fingers, and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner flew out from the Sea of Consciousness, then floated over the circus in a void.

Only then did he walk towards Taozi and the others.

PS: Really stuck, I can’t make up for it today, very sorry, will update four Chapters tomorrow, begging for forgiveness~