"It's you..." Tapir? He looked at him in surprise and moved the chair a little further away, "How could you suddenly appear here?"

"Ask some interesting questions, my hero, after all, I haven't seen each other for a long time..." The clown didn't care at all that he suddenly appeared in public. He even slapped at the tapir? He grinned, although the lips with scarlet lip gloss on the right could only make people feel scared. "You can see that you are very distressed now...what are you distressing? Tell me, maybe I can help you like before."

"..." Tapir? He looked at the clown. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a close brother. Even a cosplay enthusiast was a little owed. If he walked directly on the street, he would have to be arrested by the police. "I have nothing to worry about, it's all because of his lack of strength." After that, he picked up a glass of wine that the bartender had prepared for him. He raised his head and poured it. "I was out of this battle from the beginning, and I didn't help at the end. I only understand now..."

"Dong!" He pressed the glass heavily on the bar and said in a deep voice, "All I have is just a small ring. Without the power of the soul ring, I can't do anything and can't beat anyone. The god who came out of nowhere... had no effort at all, and it was easy to defeat me. Now I have nothing left, and it's even more impossible to defeat the Yin clan..."

"Hahaha... you have a lot of worries." The clown smiled twice, and his blue eyes were full of jokes. "Since that's the case, I'll solve it one by one for you? Although I have a strong makeup, I'm actually a serious psychologist. I once said that I've been crazy about several psychotherapists... I'll let me enlighten you, there must be no problem."

"You also know that your makeup is exaggerated..." Tapak complained with his eyes.

"First of all, the first thing you have a knot in your heart - the alien god's name is Kara Payne. Although he is a newcomer, he is still quite famous in their area. Aren't you a game? I'll give you a simple metaphor..." The clown tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Just like in the same game, the maximum level is 340, then your level is almost 120. Now your opponent has not only practiced to the full level, but also has full of all his attributes (agility, strength, durability, etc.), and has collected seven world-class treasures. You fight with him one-on-one, and the result is not difficult to predict."

"I understand, I understand, esports dishes are original sin, right..."

"The second thing, you don't have to worry too much about the Yin clan's problem..." The clown suddenly turned his face over, and his strange grin quickly magnified his vision, which made him even more scared. He almost fell from his seat. "I see that all the numbers are pretty good. He is a talented seedling. I plan to push you behind your back. From today on, don't live in your own apartment after get off work every day, come to my place to live. I will teach you the 'magic' that has been lost since the 16th century. In contrast, you practice hard and strive to obtain the capital to fight the Yin clan as soon as possible."

As he said, he took off his high hat, took out his penetration, grabbed three hundred-dollar bills and gently placed them on the bar, "Are you ready?"

"What are you ready?" asked Tapira? in a daze.

"Welcome to your new life. It's better to choose a day than to meet the day. I have a shiny gift to give to you!"

"Bang!" With a snap of his finger, the tapir and the clown disappeared from the spot, leaving only the explosive fireworks, which made everyone who saw them both startled and scared. The bar suddenly became a mess and screamed.

...

Opening his eyes again, a violent dizziness hit Takami's forehead, making him subconsciously support the clown standing beside him. Judging from the calm expression of the latter, he had long been accustomed to this kind of teleportation from a distance. The two of them slowed down for a while, and then they recovered. When they looked up, they saw a dark alley in front of him, with dilapidated walls on both sides and two electric poles. Many colorful small advertisements were posted on the wall, trembling in the cold wind, with a kind of atmosphere of a ghost alley. There were no lights in the alley, and there was nothing to illuminate. Only the bottomless darkness existed, hovering as if it was a substance, which made Takami such a monster instinctively feel a bit of danger.

"quack--"

The crow flew by in screaming and slowly drifted down a dark feather.

"No. 71, Zhugan Lane, North City. This is my home. Doesn't the address sound familiar?" The clown smiled. In the trance darkness, the scarlet oil paint on his mouth and left eye seemed even more ferocious, and the pink wet hair gave people an indescribable sense of strangeness. "No one has been here for hundreds of years, you are an exception... Come in and sit down quickly, don't be polite."

Tapir? Of course, remember that except for the name, this address is exactly the same as the Yin clan! Until today, he has figured out what the "anti-Yin clan" means. I'm afraid that the clan and the Yin clan do not just look similar. The two have the opposite color (mainly referring to the color matching, the Yin clan is grand and bright, and the clan is dark and weird), the opposite tendency, the opposite address, the opposite... He and the Yin clan are like water and fire, light and dark, and will never be compatible, and will always be opposite.

After swallowing, tapir had to follow the clown forward. After walking about twenty or thirty meters away, a two-story villa appeared in front of the two. From the outside, it looked almost exactly the same as the Yin family.

A gentleman in a black and white swallowtail dress and monocle glasses of gold wire pushed open the door and greeted the clown respectfully. He looked Asian, with his glasses narrowed into slits, and his head was about the same height as a tapir. He was in his prime, with not much hair, his beard cleanly maintained, his leather shoes shining, and there was no dust on his body. His right arm was gently placed on his chest, and there was a towel hanging on it, and there was no wrinkle on the towel. It could be seen that this was a gentleman who was meticulous and reliable, but he appeared in such a dark and dirty alley, which seemed even more strange...

"This is my housekeeper, Uncle Jiu. His full name is relatively long. You can just call him Uncle Jiu." The clown smiled at the Yin clan and personally pushed open the door for him, "Welcome to, tapir?, or should I call you... Mr. Mo Ruqiu. I have always been looking forward to humans entering this door. So far, you are the only one who has done it."

"How did you know..."

"Before you officially become my successor, I have something I have to tell you." The clown pulled the tapir in and smiled sinisterly, "In the next thirty days, you will see many incredible things, and some things even exceed your cognitive routine. And I, unfortunately, don't have so much patience to answer them one by one. So, whenever you want to ask questions, you must think that the abilities of the Yin clan and me are exactly the same. I can do what he can do, and I can do it too. For example, now, do you think the Yin clan has the ability to find out the name of the person you had before you became a monster?"

Tapir? Nodded resolutely without thinking.

"Very good... Similarly, I can definitely do it. It's just this way of thinking. I won't explain many things anymore. You have to rely on your own imagination. Do you understand? Just understand..." The clown waved his hand irresponsibly and ordered, "Uncle Jiu, it's rare for a guest to come today, turn on the light."

"As you usually do not turn on the lights on purpose?" Tapak? He was shocked at the time. "I know you want to create an impression of 'I am the big villain', but there is no need to do this..."

Uncle Jiu was as taciturn as Ajiu. He turned on the light silently, and then stood silently behind the clown, staring at the floor with a stiff expression, without saying a word.

"Then, next, it's almost time to start..." The clown took off his high hat again, flipped left and right inside, and finally took out a large book as thick as the Xinhua Dictionary. He was stunned. But thinking about the clown's instructions just now, he still forced himself to hold back the complaint of "Are you a four-dimensional pocket?"...

The book's shell is very thick, with sharp corners and brown-black. There is a copper lock hanging on it, wrapped around three iron chains. There is a strange pattern on the front of the book, as if three eyes overlapped at different angles, with three primary colors of red, blue and yellow. What's even more terrifying is that when the clown pulled it out of his hat, the three eyes opened together, turned left and right, which was very scary. Tapir? He is also a game player. If you want to say that the impression this book gave him is the taboo among taboos. It's like... Just turn it open and learn one or two spells to overturn the whole world.

"The First Book of the Masters", there are four volumes in this set of books. You can learn it first, and I will give you the rest. There are some notes in it, written when I was learning it, for reference... Those who draw red triangles are forbidden techniques, so don't try it when you are not sure enough." The clown gave the whole book to the tapir without hesitation. The moment he took over, the tapir felt an inexplicably fierce murderous aura rushed to his forehead, as if there were tens of thousands of giant beasts roaring in his ears, which scared him so much that he took two steps back.

Uncle Tang appeared behind him at some point and steadily supported him.

"It seems that you are pretty good with it... OK, let's do it tonight. You have to rest first. If you can... it's better to meditate for a while. You know how to meditate, right? Just sit there and empty your head, it's not difficult at all. There are many empty rooms here, just pick one to live in... Uncle Tang? Get us a midnight snack, candy and eggs, and so on, and add more brown sugar." The clown turned around and walked towards the corridor while instructing. Since the structure of the houses here is exactly the same as that of the Yin family's mansion, tapir? Naturally, he also knew how to go, so he immediately took the book in his hand and followed quickly.

In the endless corridor, the two of them were getting more and more fainter, appearing lonely and weird.
Chapter completed!