They all call me the Outer God

"And you said that these missing facial features will return to normal by themselves, right?"

"That's right.

Bruner nodded, but the next second, he looked at Leah in surprise: "Your tone is wrong, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing."

Leah walked towards other rooms step by step with his cane. He found an empty room to lie down, and stretched out a tentacle to the side of his forehead.

"People without faces seem to be the characteristics of white mask cultists, so why can't I use their name to add fuel to the fire of these chaotic guys?"

"Letting these chaotic people suffer the consequences is much more interesting than doing nothing, hehe. "

He touched the tentacle, and the tentacle rubbed his finger very intimately, as if it would unconditionally support him in doing anything.

Just as Leah gradually retracted the tentacles and prepared to take the opportunity to go out and find something interesting, the tentacles suddenly lost control and pierced his head.

"Crack", that was the sound of the skull being pierced.

Several tentacles penetrated his brain from his temple to the other temple, but the young man did not lose consciousness at all at this time.

Leah seemed very surprised, he turned his head " "Look" at the mythical creature that broke through the flesh and blood from the neck. The black monster had feathers standing up, and there seemed to be tiny tentacles at the tips that were shaking like worms.

"Hiss--" The pupils of the mythical creature shrank into needle-like shapes, and it attacked Riya mercilessly. Those tentacles almost pierced the host into a honeycomb.

Riya was puzzled. His pierced body was suspended high in the air, and there were thousands of tentacles that turned into sharp blades around him, and he couldn't move at all.

"What are you doing? Am I not your master?"

"Ahhh!!! "It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. Once he did, Little Shival became even more angry. Its tentacles gradually exuded acid, corroding the body of the young man strung on a group of tentacles. Soon, the person on it disappeared, and only a pool of charred bones remained.

A burnt smell gradually filled the air.

The charred things attached to the bones were naturally carbon-like flesh and blood left after the strong acid dehydrated them. But even though Riya's head was only a skeleton and a layer of dehydrated skin, he still lacked facial features, and his face showed an extremely hideous arc.

At this time, the plague doctor wearing a bird-beak mask also walked in from outside the door, looking up with interest at the people who were strung together.

"Long time no see, 'old friend'."

"Are you stupid or too arrogant, and you actually want to attack the patient and then get away with it in front of the doctor."

"Doctor, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"You don't understand, right? "

Bruner seemed to have heard something really funny, and he couldn't stand up. He clapped his hands and applauded him: "You used a mysterious item to affect our patient, attached to his consciousness, and deliberately left the contamination symptoms on his face, for fear that I couldn't see it. "

"The evidence is in front of you, what else do you want to quibble about?"

"..."

Riya was silent, and suddenly turned his head abruptly, breaking his neck and a dozen tentacles.

"Isn't it fun?"

His head leaned weakly on his shoulders.

"You are really willing to kill, especially this interesting mythical creature... Hehe, if the owner of this body regains consciousness, he will probably be in so much pain that he wants to die. "

"How could it be?" Bruner mocked him, "Kercha is the most pain-tolerant person I have ever seen, how can you be sure that he is unconscious now? "

The doctor said this, and Riya's hand moved again. Many eyeballs slowly emerged from his body, breaking through the hard skin that had been corroded. Then, the hand trembled and touched his flat face.

"Crack-Crack-"

The blackened fingers stretched to the edge of the face, and then gradually spread the knuckles into it.

He actually tore off his face bit by bit.

However, this was not the end. After doing this, the bones behind Riya's facial skin finally had a bone outline that seemed to be able to accommodate the facial features.

He opened his mouth, stuffed the torn meat into his mouth and chewed it hard, and the external consciousness was obviously sluggish for a moment, and finally disappeared at the moment when the skin was completely chewed and swallowed into the stomach.

The tentacles of the little Shival were retracted, and it quickly flapped its wings and flew towards Riya, wrapping him up completely with its tentacles, like a huge cocoon.

This would speed up Riya's recovery.

He couldn't die anyway, and it was his own decision to let the mythical creature pierce him.

As early as when the dirty thing blew the high-pitched part of the flute, Riya had noticed his abnormality with the reminders of the little Shival and those eyes, but at that time he pretended not to notice it, and patiently cooperated with the other party's actions, wanting to see what he wanted to do.

Now it seems that the other party may just want to play tricks on everyone. Those people don't care about the suffering of others, they only care about their own interests.

"They should really experience the pollution of the abyss and laugh them to death."

Riya lay in the cocoon wrapped by the tentacles, with burning pain all over his body, and after his brain was pierced, he lost the maintenance of Gaen's consciousness, which made him fall into near death soon.

...

"Everything in the world is secretly marked with a price, and what businessmen have to do is to pay the principal and recover the profit that exceeds the principal."

"Putting aside those so-called secular concepts, what do you think is the true face of capital?"

"The so-called capital is the general name for various social and economic resources that humans use to create material and spiritual wealth. No one does not want to make money, and no one does not want to maximize the value they collect.

At this time, we do not have the right principal to create the conditions for collecting value. What should we do at this time?"

"I think this is the key point of temporarily giving up the principal, letting the long line go, and fishing for big fish.

This is very dangerous. High returns are accompanied by high risks. Once something goes wrong, we may be heavily in debt and penniless, but after success, the benefits we get are immeasurable..."

Finally returning to a normal dream, Riya stood in the conference room and told the employees below about some of the meeting content. I don’t know who wrote the draft for today’s content, and he only needs to read it again and give his own ideas by the way.

After finishing his speech, Lia looked up and saw the complicated blood-colored sacrificial array on the wall, and the long table at the meeting was full of people who had lost their faces.

Those people just looked at him and applauded his words in unison, like clones.