They all call me the Outer God

“This disease is not contagious and the cause is unknown, but other people don’t think so. They are hostile to those who are sick. Although I would be hostile too, but now I am the one who is sick.

"Tsk, I just learned that I have a terminal illness after traveling through time. It's really terrible. I'd better find a way to go home first."

Riya carefully patted the soil on her body and filled the grave with soil again, pretending as if nothing had happened.

After doing all this, he subconsciously glanced at the sky. The red moon above was full. From unknown time on, the dead trees near him were crowded with crows, as if they were looking forward to his death to give them a feast. A meal.

"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, there is no buffet today."

When Riya faced this scene, an unpleasant feeling arose in his heart. He didn't understand this place at all, let alone this world. He didn't even know how to close his own eyes.

In such an inaccessible place, if Riya couldn't find a way to hide herself, she would undoubtedly become a living target. There was never a shortage of hunters in the jungle.

Thinking this way, he wrapped his coat more tightly and even raised the collar to cover his eyes on the back of his neck.

This coat was a bit too big and didn't fit me at all. I thought the original owner might have stolen it from somewhere, or to put it nicely, "picked it up".

Ria fastened the two intact iron buttons and touched his belly. He was extremely hungry. No matter who came to stop him, they could not stop him from going home to find some food.

He walked in a hurry, and the crows just watched him leave, and did not follow him. Instead, they neighed one after another, like a celebration after a dark ceremony.

Two hours later, Riya, who had hidden his face and walked on a small road, finally found his place - he had the memory of where this place was, but even so, he was still frightened after getting the key under the carpet to open the door. One jump.

The room was pitch dark, not much better than a haunted house, and he could only find candles and kerosene-laden lanterns.

After lighting all the candles, the warmth and light finally came.

This behavior was still too extravagant, because the poor guy's family was too poor and did not have a few candles and lights to squander.

Riya ignored these discomforts for the time being. He stepped on the wooden floor and found the cupboard where the food was stored. As soon as he opened it, a hungry and skinny mouse fell to the ground with a "snap" and "squeaked" twice before slowly moving away. Crawling to the side at a high speed.

And this also gave Ria a new understanding of this home. He held a candle and reached into the cupboard, and saw two extremely hard pieces of black bread on the top of the cupboard. Of course, there were mouse teeth marks on them. Normally, He said he could no longer eat it.

Riya was just silent for a few seconds. He gave himself enough mental struggle, then took out the bread and broke off the bites on the top with his hands.

The family is so poor, so the mouse just now cannot be wasted.

So the miserable mouse that had just crawled not far away was caught by its tail and found a container to put it in. By the way, he fed it the bread crumbs he had just broken off.

"Eat, don't treat yourself badly, look at how thin you have become."

When the mice get fat, then he will have meat to eat. Although it is disgusting, Riya is very good at thinking about the future. He knows that if he cannot make money, then this kind of life will be waiting for him.

To be on the safe side, Riya also found all the knives in the house, arranged them neatly and put them away for self-defense. After being fully prepared, he began to observe the eyes on his body.

The golden pupils never blinked, and they would not react unless Ria poked them with her hands. This disease was simply unheard of. Riya felt her heart sink when she thought about the possibility of dying from them in the future. Chills.

"I'm so poor and have a terminal illness, and you are the only one willing to stay with me in this home." Ria lowered her head and looked at the mouse. The mouse, which was about to become a piece of wood, was still munching on the black bread with difficulty. .

"Is it really so unpalatable?"

Ria took a bite without belief, her expression distorted for a moment, and she almost spit out the overnight meal that she didn't know if she had, but the mouse carefully finished the bread crumbs one by one, and looked at Ria again. , there was even a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

At this time, the eyes in Riya's hand could be closed. He looked at the mouse with some surprise, and then immediately turned out the original diary without stopping. He would not let go of any opportunity to survive.

What the diary recorded was nothing more than a bunch of complaints about trivial matters. He seemed to like complaining about his misfortunes, but when he turned the last page backwards, it recorded something completely different.

“April, I couldn’t pick up the calendar, so I don’t know what month it is, so just assume it is April.

I like the number four, it gives me peace of mind.

My illness is getting worse and worse, and it is getting harder and harder to hide it. I don’t know when I will be taken away or die suddenly. Fortunately, my mouse can support me. As long as I treat it better, I will feel better all over. So comfortable...it must be my lucky star!

Maybe it’s okay to be nice to people? But I'm not lovable at all. My landlord always wants me to pay rent and knocks on my door day and night. No one likes me. "

The contents of the diary came to an abrupt end.

Be kind to people?

Riya looked at the way the mouse looked at him, and found something almost pious in it.

He thought it was an illusion, so he gave the guy some bread again. His eyes became more urgent, and he even leaned over to greet Riya.

So that's it.

Riya suddenly realized that if the mouse is compared to a believer and he is a god, then his act of giving it bread is undoubtedly a gift, and the power of the mouse's response is exchange.

In a trance, someone was spreading such information to his mind-there is the power of faith in this world, as long as you find a way to make the other person believe in you physically and mentally, you can help me prolong my life.

"Is this the alternative way to survive that the original body found!?"

Riya was a little surprised, but even if the original body found such a way to prolong his life, he still left this world miserably.

It's better to say that his departure is also a kind of luck.

"I have to collect faith, right..."

Riya closed his eyes, and opened them again after a few seconds. At this time, his mood was extremely complicated.

He didn't care about hunger now, but walked a few steps to the mouse: "Eat slowly, I will go to work tomorrow to buy you better bread and cheese."

The mouse's eyes became brighter, and Riya's golden eyes closed again.

Now, Riya kept explaining the bright and glorious future to the mouse as if he had discovered a new world, but there was no movement on his body at this time.

It seems that the faith that a creature can provide is limited after all. If other patients with pollution diseases can discover this fact, then what will happen is simply unimaginable.

Just witnessing people's attitude towards patients, they should not be able to survive the day when people have positive emotions towards them.

Riya picked up the knife on the table and prepared to go out to find some lonely wild animals to add some happiness to his life. However, as soon as he opened the door, before he could put the fruit knife into his pocket, he saw an old woman with a sturdy figure standing in front of his door, with a bunch of keys hanging around her neck.