Beichuan Si took two more steps forward, then, without saying a second word, flung the shovel over his shoulder with a swing.
Boom!!!
The headless clown fell down again, and Beichuan Si regripped the spade in his hand as he watched the other's somewhat 'baffling' movements and continued inside, unconcerned.
This was already the fourth time.
The first three times were akin to warnings, but on the fourth time, it posed a fierce and terrifying visage, trying to prevent Beichuan Si from stepping further.
However, basically every time it appeared, the spade in Beichuan Si's hand would carry a scent of blood that would instantly smash its head in.
After about three minutes, Beichuan Si turned around and simply slapped the head of the grotesque clown puppet that had reappeared behind him, sending it flying off.
The fifth time.
Beichuan Si decided that if the other party appeared again, he would directly unleash his death qi and tear it to shreds.
