They all call me the Outer God

Most dazzling Lord, tell you humble lamb, where can I find the next meme-carrying anarchy? "

After the words fell, Ria used the red charcoal powder on the sun painting with her hands to draw a sacrificial blood formation on the long table, and then placed the feathers of mythical creatures on it. The eyes all over her body were exposed from the cracks in the skin, staring neatly and uniformly. The position of the sacrificial array.

An indescribable smell gradually filled the air, and the fire soon engulfed the feather, turning it completely into ashes.

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The burned ashes form an arrow pointing north——

There is no doubt that this is the answer given by Xuri.

But the direction He gave was not specific. Perhaps it was some special factors of the disordered ones that prevented them from being perfectly positioned.

"The location to the north and east is in the same direction as my next destination. Could it be Granny Town?"

He closed his eyes and reached out to wipe away the ashes, clapped his hands, and saluted the portrait of the rising sun again.

The portrait quickly disappeared, and the confessional returned to normal.

"I wonder if there will be a Rising Sun Church in Grani Town. Logically speaking, the distribution of these churches should be more concentrated."

"Ouch."

Little Sval preened his feathers with his mouth, still brooding over Riya's plucking of his own hair.

But Riya told it that as long as it provided feathers, it could enjoy the perfect treatment from him including three meals a day and accommodation. Little Swaldon immediately had no objection.

It doesn't like food or accommodation, but it cares about the host's attitude towards itself.

Since the host feels happy, it should do whatever it wants.

After convincing himself in this way, it turned into a bunch of tentacles and hung on Riya's shoulder for a moment, then wrapped around Riya's cane and started playing with it.

While playing with it, the pile of strange semi-solid matter wrapped around Riya's arm. With a little force, the two tentacles almost broke the arm, but Riya's cane knocked him back to his body.

"I really can't relax at all."

Mythical creatures have no concept of life and death. In their eyes, everything is a plastic toy.

"..."

Riya left the confessional, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the bishop lying on the ground "with his eyes closed".

Based on the principle of self-cultivation, Riya said hello to him, but unfortunately the other party did not give any response.

But Ria didn't care about this. He didn't even care about how the bishop would wake up or what he would do. Those were all messes that the church should clean up.

He had done enough for Winstown and now it was time to move on.

So under everyone's extremely frightened eyes, Riya slowly faded out of their sight with her cane.

The knocking sound of the bottom of the cane against the ground frightened countless people. Long after he left, the "bang bang bang" sound would still appear in everyone's nightmares.

That's what's going to happen over the next year.

And now.

Riya stood by the stable, looking up at the emaciated horses in the hay shed.

A horse noticed his gaze, walked up to him and twitched its tail, showing off to him that it was larger than an ordinary horse.

"If the horses here are so emaciated, I'm afraid they will be reduced to a pile of skeletons within a few miles of leaving Winstown."

Ria commented.

"Don't take it personally. If you don't like this horse, you won't be able to find a better horse within dozens of miles."

Horse dealer Burn patted the neck of the colorful horse and rubbed its fur vigorously to show Ria how strong it was.

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"Is there really nothing better?"

“Is there a fast mule you need?”

"...Look at the mule."

Riya really doubted how far a skinny horse could go. For people who pack their bags and head off for a long journey, "fast" is not the most important thing. Going long enough is the last word.

In the end, he did not choose a horse that looked more noble. Instead, after some bargaining, he spent 80 svars to buy a cross-bred gray mule.

He led the mule to the entrance of the town and looked at the endless plains to the north, his mind filled with speculations about the future.

At this time, the ubiquitous bird-beaked doctor appeared again and laughed at him about buying a mule.

"Kercha, this beast is not compatible with you at all."

"Do you think it matches you? Answer it matches or it matches very well."

"It matches, of course it matches!"

James patted the side of the mule's belly and laughed. Then he stopped joking and started discussing business with Leah.

"Honestly, do you really want to leave here?"

"Even if I stay here, I'm afraid you will find a reason to let me go somewhere else soon."

"How did you know?"

"Because of 'memes'."

Another name for ID badges is memes.

In vocabulary, memes represent the basic unit of culture.

Transmitted by non-genetic means, especially imitation, this is a meme.

"In order to change the meme coding, I have to keep imitating and performing, but no matter how proficient an identity is, it is still one-dimensional, and I can't think of a way to continue to improve the meme coding."

"So you're going somewhere else?"

"That's right. Since I can't think of it, then others should be able to. You said that the disordered people are not allowed to fight on the surface, so it should be okay behind the scenes."

James: "I'm still here!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm afraid I can't hide much of my affairs from you, so you should be prepared for me to meet other disordered people and even fight with them.

Since the doctor can't explain anything clearly, I can only try to pry some useful content from other colleagues."

Riya grabbed a handful of fodder in her hand and watched the docile livestock in front of her eat it all up.

"Now that we've come to this point, it's time to tell me the official 'game' rules, Mr. [Doctor]."

The truth is far more cruel than imagined.

And James didn't hide it from the patient anymore. He lowered his head, and the tip of the mask pressed a shallow groove on his belly.

With him as the center, the surrounding things were suddenly covered by a light black film, and at that moment, all things stopped their movement.

The gray-haired mule still had half a mouthful of unchewed grass in its mouth, and the crumbs mixed with saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth in the form of threads, stagnating in midair.

A gadfly flew past its side, as if trying to get into its hair to enjoy the fresh hemoglobin.

The birds in the sky, the mice at the bottom of the wooden box, the spider that had just caught a white flying mosquito, all these creatures turned into living sculptures and lost their movement.

It seemed that only the two of them were left in the world who could move.

"Do you still have this ability?"

Riya touched the fly in front of her with her finger, but the fly was not shaken at all.