At the entrance of the amusement park.
Du Wei held the black umbrella in his left hand and clutched the Joker Card that could grant wishes in his right hand, his gaze coldly fixed on Pennywise perched on his shoulder.
"From now on, I'll be your target, even though I don't meet the so-called prerequisites of fear and age," he said. "You'll still set your sights on me, and you won't be able to shake off this connection."
His voice was gloomy, making him seem more like an Evil Spirit than the Pennywise Clown.
This time, Du Wei did not make a wish while wearing a mask, so the wish directly affected himself.
The next second.
A long-missed malice emanated unrestrained from the body of the Pennywise Clown.
Its eyes were venomous and cruel, fixed intently on Du Wei.
Yet Du Wei felt a strange connection forming between himself and the entity.
