It was at this moment that Yang Xiao realized why his first glimpse of the clown had made him feel that something was off.
The balloons, the clown's balloons were gone!
Now, the thin string from the balloons was strangling Lu Chenzhou's neck, the wound muddled with blood and flesh. Had they discovered this just a few seconds later, Lu Chenzhou would have been hoisted into the sky by the balloons. No wonder those missing tourists were never found dead or alive!
Lu Chenzhou was hanging his head low at the moment, his bloodshot eyes staring desperately at Yang Xiao, as blood-foamed spittle gushed from his mouth whenever he tried to open it. He wanted to beg Yang Xiao to save him, but alas, he couldn't make a sound. Putting himself in Yang Xiao's shoes, he figured the most likely action at this moment would be to take the chance to run away.