Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 371 Offending the Fool and Trying to Run Away?

The Feather Dust lit up, flashing a golden-red light. That light instantly entered Klein's eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, Klein's surroundings had changed, and cabinets, desks, coal stoves, bunk beds, and gas meters all came into view at the same time.

The door was tightly closed, but the crimson moonlight silently shone through the half-open window, draping everything in a veil.

This is the apartment room where Moretti's family used to live, the place where Klein Moretti shot himself, the place where the dream began.

At that moment, Klein noticed a figure sitting under the bunk bed, looking at Klein, who was sitting at the desk with a distorted expression, holding "Feather Crossing Dust" in his hand.

With black hair, brown eyes, a slender build, ordinary features, and deep-set eyes, he exuded a scholarly air, making him just another "Klein Moretti".

It's daffodils! Quickly buy daffodil stocks!
"Klein" revealed an angry expression and said, "You've taken over my body, do you also want to completely annihilate my spirit?"

"I am Klein Moretti! You despicable, shameless transmigrator, parasite!"

He seems to be just growing up and doesn't yet know how to utilize external things.

Klein did not respond, but sighed, slowly got up from the chair, turned his back to the door, and faced the second personality.

Just then, with a creak, the door to the room suddenly opened.

Klein's lips curled up. Ever since this second personality mentioned Serres, he knew that Serres would never miss such an opportunity.

Klein smiled and turned to look at the doorway: "You've come? Sai..."

"Ok?"

"Ten...eighteen bronze statues?"

There were eighteen monks, their bodies tanned bronze. Some were unarmed, while others carried weapons such as iron rods, machetes, and benches.

They struck various fighting poses.

The leading monk spoke to Klein in a passionate tone.

"Abbot, why are you wasting your breath talking to him!"

“Kindness can’t move a demon,” he said, flicking the stick in his hand. “It’s all about this!”

Behind him, another monk holding a stool pointed at the second personality, saying, "You're finished. The abbot is the most petty person."

Faced with this bizarre scene, Klein was speechless for a moment.

"What the hell are you doing?" Klein blinked.

A monk bypassed his companions, walked up to Klein, clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and spoke in a compassionate and gentle tone.

“Amitabha, fellow practitioners have all broken the precept against anger, please forgive us, Abbot.”

As he spoke, he magically produced a small flag and handed it to Klein.

"Abbot, please help him to go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

Klein's gaze shifted and landed on the flag, where he saw three words written on it.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

The bronze figure noticed Klein's strange gaze and quickly gave his hand a sharp tremor.

The words on the flag immediately changed to "Human Emperor Flag".

"you……"

"Cerris, you're very strange, you know that?"

Klein didn't know what to say, but he still accepted the "Human Emperor's Banner".

The second personality's expression slowly changed, and fear gradually filled his eyes.

Of course he knew what the Emperor's Flag was.

His body curled up, and he pleaded, trembling slightly:

"Let me go, please let me go." "You stole my brother, you stole my sister, you stole my life, isn't that enough?"

"I will stay quietly inside your body, help you analyze problems, give you advice, and will never fight you for control."

"Please let me go, please let me go..."

A eunuch with thick nose hair suddenly appeared next to Klein, pointed at the second personality, and whispered in Klein's ear in a voice that was supposed to be quiet but could be heard by everyone.

"Wow, Your Majesty. He's playing a trick on you."

Speechless, Klein pushed the face away from his ear and raised his right hand, which was holding the "Human Emperor's Flag".

The man named "Klein," his face streaked with tears, shouted angrily and fearfully:

"I just wanted to remind you!"

"If it weren't to remind you, why would I have exposed myself!"

"Please let me go, please let me go! I meant no harm!"

"Don't you think that all this messy stuff around you is a bigger threat to you?"

Snapped!
A sound of slamming the table rang out.

Klein and his second personality were immediately drawn to it.

A chaise lounge had appeared against the wall in the room at some point, and a heavily made-up man wearing a headdress was sitting on it.

It was Serres with her makeup all messed up.

He slammed his hand on the table and pointed at the second personality.

"Outrageous! Palace rules are strict; the two noble ladies are not allowed to speak nonsense."

Klein couldn't help but laugh, but looking at Serris's heavy makeup made him feel inexplicably nauseous: "That's enough..."

The eighteen bronze men swarmed in, confronting the second personality and surrounding him completely.

As the eighteen bronze statues poured in, the small room instantly expanded, giving them ample space.

"How dare you! You're about to die, yet you still dare to spread rumors and mislead the public!"

"Looks like we really need to take you under control!"

Seeing this scene, the second personality's expression became even more terrified.

However, a paper doll representing a fortune teller appeared in his hand at some unknown time.

But the bronze leader snorted coldly.

"You've offended the Fool and you think you can just run away?"

"Hit me!"

The eighteen bronze men rushed forward, one of them snatching the paper figure from his hand, while another grabbed his hair and dragged him to the ground.

The bronze figure holding the stool jumped up and delivered a powerful jumping chop.

The stock closed perfectly three minutes after the market opened.

2000 words.

It's a pity.

Serres moved next to Klein and pointed at the second personality that was being beaten on the ground by Um.

"You audacious second personality, kneel down now!"

The second personality, lying on the ground, barely managed to lift its head, about to say something. The next second, it was struck down again with a stick.

"How dare you disobey me!" Serres glared angrily. "Guards, strip him of his imperial concubine robes and imprison him with the Soul-Suppressing Banner!"

(End of this chapter)