They all call me the Outer God

“Then as you wish.

All the eyes on Riya's body were exposed. When the investigators immediately poured the potion on him, little Shivall suddenly rushed out and expanded his body to defend against all damage.

The two-meter-long wings instantly made the group of investigators unsteady, and its feathers that had been soaked by the potion shrank and carbonized as if they had been dipped in concentrated sulfuric acid, but they soon grew back.

Its eyes were ferocious, its feathers exploded like blades, and the hard ground was easily cut and crushed like pudding. Seeing this, the investigators no longer hesitated and pointed their guns directly at them.

"Bang!"

A bullet was fired, and little Shival blocked it with his tough feathers, but it was not the star today. It jumped back and jumped to Riya's side to help him break the chain. Riya also took advantage of it. Chance took off his scarf.

He exposed the eyes on the back of his neck, then walked backwards towards several investigators.

The mythical creature provided a perfect defense for him, and also served as his other pair of eyes: "I think there are still some misunderstandings between us, and we can talk about it."

The moment the eyes behind them looked directly at the investigators, no matter what they had thought before, their minds went blank.

At that moment, everything in the world seemed to turn into a black-and-white slow-motion film of spots. Only the golden eye exuded bright colors, its pupils contracted and expanded, watching them quietly.

"Crack."

A drop of liquid fell to the ground. Someone reached out and touched his face, only to see a trace of scarlet.

It was blood. Just a glance at that eye made their facial features bleed directly, and boring and angry murmurs echoed in their ears.

What's even more terrifying is that when someone turns to look at his companion, he suddenly points at the other person's face and becomes silent.

Because the opponent's face was covered with eyes, and the surface of the skin dried quickly and was filled with cracks.

Such a reaction also confirmed Riya's thoughts.

Why did Mrs. Sturt see no movement in her eyes at that time.

First, Ria was not hostile to Mrs. Ste.

Secondly, Mrs. Ste's consciousness has long been closed and she is unable to react to external objects. Under the control of the dream coal lamp, she became numb, and her body consciousness could not see or hear anything.

But the faith that is forced to be collected is different. Even if the other party is a stone, as long as there is life, you have to pay the interest of faith to Riya.

"I thought you knew some things you can see and some things you can't, and the eye on the back of my neck is different from other eyes - it can't be looked into."

As he spoke, Riya turned around and walked to the sculptures filled with pupils that were transformed into several investigators. He took out a Swale from his pocket and placed it in the palm of one of the investigators who raised his palm.

"Use this thing in exchange for your life and freedom."

"call……"

A gust of wind blew by, and the stone sculptures and even the mysterious objects in their hands were blown away, turning into gray mist that filled the surroundings and quickly disappeared. The Shivall that Riya put down was also missing.

The transaction is established.

This surprised Ria.

"Where did they go?"

If he had known that the mysterious items would disappear, he would have just found a way to snatch those items before taking action.

"Maybe it's another unknown space dimension, where there are all kinds of crazy creatures. Haha, if you are lucky, you may have a chance to leave. If not, death is the best way. ending."

James clapped in celebration for Leah.

"Congratulations to you for completing the meme interpretation. You were able to exchange one Swaar for five lives and some mysterious items and it was successful. You are simply more evil than the most evil person."

“Dear patient, as you can see, this is the best medicine [doctors] can offer to the disordered.

Amid Doctor Bird's Beak's praise, Riya suddenly patted Shivall's feathers with emotion. It opened its mouth knowingly and let Riya take out the identity card from its throat. A word slowly appeared on its upper right corner. Dark gilding number "9".

"This is it?" Riya kept looking at it.

"This is the memetic code, you can also call it meme nine. When this number reaches zero, the identity card will disappear and all your wishes will come true."

"Haha, although it may be a bit long-winded to say it again, I still have to say - we still have many opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Congratulations on passing the test of the disordered person and becoming a truly qualified disordered person, officially opening the "door" to the extraordinary world.

[Black Businessman] Your Excellency. "

Ria stood quietly holding the cards. He acted very calmly, but the more he did this, the more James could feel the emotions he was suppressing.

Half a minute later, Riya regained his composure. He tied the scarf back on and put the identity tag into little Swale's body.

"I need to digest my emotions. Try not to disturb me these days."

"Of course, no problem at all."

In this way, he left without looking back, and before leaving, he did not forget to help the dull Mrs. Ste and Angena back.

After doing all this, Riya went to a nearby pub and ordered a glass of the worst quality beer. She didn't say anything and just drank glass after glass, but she couldn't get drunk no matter how clear-headed she was.

People already know that he is a polluter, but because they have gathered too much faith before, they now subconsciously love and hate Riya, and Riya doesn't care about this.

After not knowing how many glasses of wine he had consumed, he touched his withered pocket, took out a coin, and turned to look at the waiter at the bar.

"Do you know where there is an underground casino?"

"I know."

The waiter nodded.

So, Ria walked towards the underground casino.

The underground casino welcomed their rare bloody storm.

…

It was another morning a few days later. The weather was not sunny. On the contrary, the fog today was particularly blinding, and the visibility of the naked eye was extremely low.

In a most ordinary bakery, an old man with silver hair opened the door and took out trays of bread from the oven.

"Angena, come and help."

"Okay!"

Another cheerful and lively girl hurried over and put all the black bread into the basket and put it at the door. There were not many customers who came to buy black bread today. Perhaps everyone would rather stay at home in such weather.

If it weren't for income, they would not continue to set up the stall today, because today's fog was obviously abnormal. Compared with the white fog in the morning, the gray fog at this time had a few more pungent smells.

Mrs. Steve said that this was the exhaust smoke from the surrounding factories, but Angena didn't believe that the small chimney could be so powerful.

"When I learn how to dismantle a factory, I will dismantle it all and turn it into a bakery."

"Haha, isn't it your brother who is learning?"

Mrs. Steve took a broom and went upstairs to clean up.

"It doesn't matter since there is no one else here."

Angena muttered and continued to arrange the black bread neatly. She couldn't help yawning because she got up too early.

It was strange that the second floor of this house was cleaned up inexplicably. It was so dirty before. Who could have cleaned it up secretly?

Besides, there were many more books in her own room.

"Don't think about it. I'm so sleepy."

She rubbed her eyes and prepared to lie on the table for a nap.

However, at this moment, she suddenly stood up.

She saw a touch of orange-gold light in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer. When the firelight was fully displayed in front of her, Angela stared at it with wide eyes.

The light came from the kerosene lamp, but this was not what surprised her the most. The most shocking thing was the person holding the kerosene lamp.

The young man was dressed in pure black, and he was dressed meticulously from shirt, vest, coat to bow tie. He wore a round-brimmed top hat, and his eyes were deep on both sides of his tall nose. His light gray-blue eyes were as quiet as a pool of water, and they were bottomless.

The young man had a monocle on his left eye, which added a bit of knowledge and gentleness to him. In addition to the kerosene lamp, he held a long eagle-beak cane with a silver handle in his other hand.

This was the most typical gentleman and aristocratic dress, which could only be seen in big cities in books, and at least it should never appear in such a remote and desolate place.

The young gentleman smiled gently as if he didn't realize anything, and picked and chose among the black bread: "Good morning, beautiful lady, the black bread looks delicious, can you pack up all of this plate?"

"Ah...ah!?" Angna was stunned for a moment, but she reacted quickly and immediately took out the paper bag and did as she was told, stuffing it all for him as if she was afraid that the cash cow in front of her would run away.

After finishing, Angna folded her hands politely and bowed to the young man: "Thank you for your patronage, sir! You are such a good man."

"Good man?"

Riya shook her head.

He put the coal lamp on the table, took out a bag of money from his arms and handed it over, but Angna always felt that the feel was not right. When she opened it, there was actually a thick blank page book inside.

And those books were full of mathematical formulas and answer analysis.

Angela was stunned. She was terrified and puzzled: "What is this? Did you leave something in there?"

"No, it's a gift for you."

Riya stretched out his hand as if to touch her head, but retracted it halfway and smiled bitterly: "Knowledge should not be divided among people. Everyone has the right to gain wisdom. You don't have to be afraid of me, because we will most likely never see each other again in the future."

After that, he picked up the lamp, leaned on his cane and hummed a strange tune, turned around and left, but was stopped at this time.

"Wait, sir, have we met somewhere!"

"No, never."

Riya continued to walk into the depths of the gray fog without looking back, and his voice was still echoing in the air.

"I am the most black-hearted businessman. If you study hard, you will find that this kind of people are not trustworthy. Sooner or later, you will be punished and hung on the street lamp."

"Then you haven't told me your name yet!"

"Riya. Kelcha."

After that, his figure faded more and more until he completely merged into the thick gray fog.