Qianyuan: My crew comes from the world of anime.

The carefree JK finally sighed, "I should go find the captain and make up with him later. Hopefully, we can get back to how we were before..."

Just as she was thinking this, her gaze suddenly fell upon:

"That's the captain...? And a group of circus people?"

Nan Mengya watched helplessly as Luo Tianming was invited somewhere by a group of clowns dressed in gaudy costumes.

Judging from the wary expression on his face, the situation over there seemed to be not good.

If they're not acquaintances, are they enemies?

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her:

You seem to be troubled, little sister.

"!!"

Nan Mengya jumped up to create distance, then looked at the clown who had somehow appeared behind her.

This strange guy hides his face under a mask, making it impossible for anyone to see his face or know his identity.

Although Nan Mengya had never met them before, these guys instinctively made her uncomfortable, so she put on a cold, poker face.

"..."

Seeing that Nan Mengya ignored him, the clown continued to speak to himself:

"Ugh! This smell... it's the pungent, sour smell of love. Little sister, are you troubled by something involving the opposite sex?"

"..."

The accuracy of the other party's guess was alarming, making Nan Mengya even more vigilant, but she couldn't find a chance to escape.

Several clowns quickly gathered around.

"Ah~ a young girl troubled by love, what a noble~ what a sublime picture!"

"But you're like this..."

"You are destined never to be with your soulmate."

The four clowns surrounded her.

Nan Mengya wanted to call for help, but the guys suddenly dispersed, giving her a clear view: right in front of her was Luo Tianming's receding figure.

They said, as if they were part of the scene, "That's the person you're having trouble with, right? If things continue like this... you'll keep growing distant from him."

Nan Mengya: "..."

Seeing that these guys didn't seem hostile, JK lowered her guard a bit and asked, "How did you know?"

As if they had discussed it beforehand, they shouted at the same time:

“‘Clown Mom’ knows everything.”

The madness hidden in their eyes gradually began to infect others, and anyone who looked at them at this moment would be confused.

In some ways, these guys exude an even stronger aura of alienation than the 'Painted Skin Cult'.

If Luo Tianming had a moment to open the 'Captain's Log', he would have noticed that the section representing Nan Mengya's spirit was rapidly declining...

For some reason, Nan Mengya seemed to be in a daze when she mentioned that she had been 'cold' to him.

"..."

Then, she continued talking to herself:

"It was the same before; whenever I asked him a crucial question, he would immediately brush it off..."

"What crucial question?" the clown asked expectantly.

Nan Mengya: "Hmm..."

She was about to speak when that gentle, melodious voice rang in her mind again, reminding her: 'Don't tell people your true situation, it will bring you trouble.'

So Nan Mengya said in a daze, "It's about 'going home'."

The clown: "Your home must be very far from here."

Nan Mengya: "It's so far away that it's almost impossible to find the way back."

“That’s no problem!” the clown exclaimed, gesturing excitedly. “This little thing can be done with just a few words from ‘Clown Mom’.”

Nan Mengya: "Really?"

The Joker: "Absolutely right! Mommy Joker is omnipotent! Can you understand the true nature of this world?! In our eyes, it's all just a 'game'!"

"Be careful in this 'game,' if you can understand the whole truth, everything will be a game: the game of humans, the game of crawlers, the game of submarines..."

"Once you can understand all of this, then everything is just a game for you!"

The clown let out an unbearable, maniacal laugh.

"A game?" Nan Mengya looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if she were drunk. "How am I supposed to understand that?"

The Joker: "That depends on what 'Mama Joker' thinks. We live in this world to have fun. Some people leave this world after they've had enough fun, while others will pay the price for their ultimate joke."

"If you want to 'go home,' then you're going to have to make it a lot of fun."

At this point, the clowns' eyes were no longer filled with fanaticism, but rather with irony and mockery.

After discovering Nan Mengya, they felt that this special girl might bring them some fun, regardless of whether this "fun" was with her consent. In any case, they were a group of people who enjoyed having fun.

Now, they're going to put on a 'joke,' even if it hurts her.

Because—it's all fun!

"..."

Most people who despise clowns are either victims of their pranks or think that people who seek amusement in a world of suffering are insane.

Nan Mengya asked without any suspicion, "So, how am I supposed to make something fun to do on my way home?"

Joker: "It's simple. You just need to think of this as a game. Now you're living in a 'video game,' and you need to think of yourself as having 'beaten the game.'"

"Yes, the door in front of you is the end of everything, the answer to everything about the world... As long as you step through that door, you can travel through time and space back to your 'home'."

The clowns cheerfully escorted Nan Mengya through an ordinary door.

In her eyes, it had become the gateway to her own world.

In reality, nothing will happen... For the clowns, it's just a spectacular show.

It not only makes the audience laugh, but also allows them to find a bit of fun in their already insane mental state.

The people at the station seemed oblivious to this scene, with some even planning to wait and watch the clowns burst into laughter.

It's just another person being fooled. Those clowns will only play tricks on people at most. Once the girl wakes up, nothing will happen.

This is the behavior of the 'clown saint's children': they dedicate everything to having fun, indulging in playing their roles, even if they anger the security officers and get beaten to a pulp, they will still laugh and accept the 'fun'.

People call them madmen, but their purpose in doing so is to add a touch of smile to despair in a world of suffering.

Chapter 132 Mysterious and Profound

Luo Tianming always thought that the word "pie" was too general. Apple pie, strawberry pie, cream pie... were just transliterations with unclear meanings.

This thing should honestly be called a 'pie'.

After eating a three-pound egg and milk pie, Luo Tianming never wanted to touch such things again.

He pushed the plate away and looked at the clown in front of him who called himself the 'Master of Pranks'.

"Can eating this really help you understand what 'The Clown Saint' is?" Luo Tianming asked.

A strange laugh came from the master of pranks:

"Of course not, my child... If you hadn't been overwhelmed by this thing and passed out, you might not have been able to see 'Clown Mom'."

"A normal adult would probably vomit after the third bite of about one kilogram of sugar, eggs, milk and flour."

Luo Tianming: "..."

He was led here by the clown who suddenly appeared in front of him—who claimed he could solve his immediate problem.

Without saying a word, the guy brought over three pounds of egg and milk pie and told him that after he finished eating it, he would understand what he wanted to know.

And now, tell him this is a prank?

Luo Tianming was naturally seething with anger.

But the guy's next words immediately changed his mind.

Master: "So, have you grasped the meaning?"

Luo Tianming: "What did you realize?"

The prankster shook his head and said, "Not enough. It seems you haven't found your own 'fun' yet?"

Luo Tianming: "Fun?"

The master said, "If you speak too bluntly, it will lose its effectiveness. We must maintain a certain degree of mystery in everything we do, otherwise these 'ambiguous' things will not work."

Luo Tianming then realized: "You mean [psychic energy]?"

The master of pranks neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply looked at him indifferently.

Indeed, idealism cannot be asserted to exist, nor can its existence be denied... Vague and ambiguous concepts are easier to utilize.

The master continued, "Just now, did you sense anything from me?"

Luo Tianming: "...Uh, you've been going around in circles and I'm getting dizzy. Actually, I just want to know who 'Clown Saint Mother' is..."

"stop!"

The master sternly stopped him, as if Luo Tianming was about to say something terrible.

"You can't do that. Didn't you feel any 'fun' just now?"

Luo Tianming: "..."

Come again?

He felt like he was going crazy if the conversation continued like this.

Dealing with this bunch of lunatics is tough, even though their food is really good.

——!

In that instant, Luo Tianming seemed to grasp something in his mind, and he hurriedly said:

“I just ate three pounds of custard pie.”

Master: "Yes."

"I almost ate myself to death."

Master: "Hehehe...!"

Luo Tianming: "Is this funny? Yeah... there's some 'fool' who believes that eating three pounds of egg and milk pie will allow him to meet the Clown Mother."

Master: "Hahaha!!"

He finally burst into unrestrained laughter, even mocking Luo Tianming for several minutes.

Strangely enough, Luo Tianming didn't feel angry.

As if he had understood something from it, a flash of inspiration seemed to appear in the prankster.

Seeing Luo Tianming's thoughtful expression, he seemed quite pleased... so he handed him another note and said:

"This might give you some inspiration, take a look..."

Luo Tianming took the slip of paper, which contained nine holy chapters related to the organization 'Son of the Clown Saint Mother'.

Article 1: (I. The clown that can be told is not the true eternal clown...) Its simplified version is: The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name.

Secondly, the second point: (II. We mold the balloons into animal shapes...)

Yes, he's familiar with this concept too; simplified, it's 'molding clay into vessels'.

"Isn't this the Tao Te Ching!"

Luo Tianming looked at this so-called Joker Bible and scoffed.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of humor.

This kind of fun is something that only people from the East can understand.