They all call me the Outer God

Imagine that he could have figured out something, but the suspect suddenly bit his tongue and died during the interrogation.

Anyone who encounters this will be furious.

What's more infuriating is that these people could have lived a normal life.

"It's all because of me... Hahahaha, do you think I would think so?"

Riya seemed to understand that the White Mask Church just liked to use the death of believers to provoke him. If he didn't provoke them, these people would still cause trouble everywhere.

The dead people on the ground, Gaen, might have other uses for them. Riya felt that he couldn't give them a handle in vain, so he simply carved a sun sacrifice array on the ground and prepared to send all these corpses to the Radiant Rising Sun to solve it.

"..."

After chanting the prayer of the Rising Sun, Riya pointed to all the dead things on the ground: "Under the scorching sun, the filth will eventually burn out, the great and noble Radiant Rising Sun, I pray to use these things to sacrifice for you, and pray that you tell me the best place for the next meme performance."

"Hu——"

All the things on the ground disappeared, and Riya finally couldn't see them, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the answer revealed by the sun on the ground, and silently reached out to remove the trace.

In the next few days, no one came to trouble him again.

When he had nothing to do, Riya liked to sort out his money, then count the amount carefully and put it back into the mouth of Little Shival.

Riya put the silver coins sent by the Order Association in a separate place. He was thinking whether the other party was worried about the risk of defaulting on the black businessman's money, so he couldn't wait to return the things to him.

And the money was sent by a mysterious item. In a sense, the Order was also a group of people who were willing to spend money.

Riya lay in bed at night, holding a silver coin and looking at it over and over for a long time. He felt that since he was promoted to Meme 8, the ability characteristics of the black businessman have become stronger, especially the characteristics of collecting money.

If someone robbed his money now, Riya would definitely fight with that person.

Fortunately, this thought can still be controlled.

"It's risky to go on like this. Money can't be taken too seriously, otherwise it will become my fatal weakness sooner or later."

Riya thought of creatures like dragons. They also value money as their life. People kill them at all costs just for the gold they hide in the cave. Of course, some people use gold to trap dragons.

"I don't know if there are dragons in this world. What a good opportunity, but I can't give up everything to record those magical creatures."

"If they really exist, it would be nice to see them."

Riya imagined that they were not full of pollution. At least, those guys should be normal creatures that meet human aesthetics.

He stuffed the silver coin into his flesh and blood and closed his eyes.

This dream seemed very different.

Riya was lying on a white bed. Everything was fine except that someone was crying beside him.

"What are you crying for?"

He turned his head and looked at his parents beside him in confusion. His parents covered their faces and were very sad. Their voices were getting lower and lower, and they were getting more and more suppressed.

"Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya - why did you leave us like this? How can we live!"

"I'm alive and well, what happened to you two?" Riya talked to them, but no one paid attention to him. He simply lifted the quilt and stood up to approach his parents.

"Look at me, I'm standing here, I've always been here."

"My child, my child, you're still so young... We were poor before, and you worked so hard for so long to make us live a good life. He's such a good child, why did God take your life!"

"No, Dad, Mom! Look at me, I'm really still alive, you can't really..."

→

As Riya spoke, he watched his parents pounce forward, passing through his body and falling on the bed. The bed was empty, and Riya stood there, but the two old people stubbornly believed that there was the body of their child on the bed.

Riya noticed that the light here seemed a little dim.

The bright ward had turned into a morgue, with countless bodies placed on countless iron beds around. Their faces were covered with white cloth, with their feet exposed, and their respective numbers were hung on their feet.

The young man's parents were still crying beside the bed, and Riya temporarily left them to try to check the dead.

He reached out to lift the quilt of a person and touched what should have been a good thing, but the bad news was... this person had no face.

The next person also had no face, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one, too... Everyone here had lost their facial features.

At this moment, Riya's parents suddenly turned their heads and stared at him, with their faces also losing their facial features.

Perhaps dreaming of faceless parents will become a shadow for every child.

"Xiao Ya, do you know how you died?"

"You are such a cautious child, how could you go wrong on the road you usually walk... You suddenly lost your facial features, couldn't see clearly, and fell to death!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Get out of here!!!"

Riya finally realized what was playing tricks, and he took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed his parents.

"How dare you pretend to be them!"

He squatted on the ground and swung the blade wildly, without seriously thinking about why he was carrying a knife.

The faceless "corpses" lying on the iron bed stood up and surrounded him, applauding and cheering for his behavior.

The door of the morgue slowly opened, and Riya pushed everyone away without thinking and ran out. He felt that this place was not normal, and he had to go back upstairs through the elevator.

"Ding——"

The blood-red number on the elevator changed from 15 to -1. With a vibration, the elevator door opened, but it was not the elevator room that Riya imagined.

He saw the monster.

The "monster" whose head alone filled the elevator room.

It was covered with khaki fur or feathers, and there was no outline feature on its face. Its huge lion-like claws tried to tear the elevator apart. There was an absolute sense of oppression in its movements. Riya even felt that his flesh and blood were melting when he saw it for the first time.

He struggled and rolled on the ground like a slug, and couldn't help wanting to crawl towards the monster. Just when he was about to touch it, the elevator door closed automatically, and there was only a pool of liquefied matter on the ground that looked like a "slug" after encountering salt.

...

This dream ended with the stinging pain in Riya's eyes at the back of his neck.

Riya opened his eyes and found that little Shival was lying on his chest and watching him all the time. When he woke up, he immediately pierced his neck with his tentacles, hoping that he was not scared by the nightmare.

"...I appreciate your kindness, but this is not necessary."

Riya stuffed the exposed tentacles into his neck, then got up, feeling that the dream was not right at all.

Although his dreams have always revealed a hint of weirdness, this is the first time that it is so open and aboveboard.

Riya remembered that the monster that appeared in the dream seemed to be the god worshipped by the White Mask Church, and the statue that Gaen had taken out looked like it.

In this case, Riya should not call the monster "it", but "Him".

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