They all call me the Outer God

Bligh looked at this scene and wanted to stop it, but with so many people in the town, it was unrealistic for him to stop them all.

"Although these people have become a little nervous, they usually don't take the initiative to attack others. In fact, they are still very peaceful."

Bly took a few people to the hotel, where the rooms were still empty, otherwise he couldn't arrange for these people to stay in other people's homes.

Or his own grocery store is unrealistic. He doesn't want anyone to see the well anymore. These people are visitors from outside the town and may be used by the well to spread outwards. Once this happens, it will be really troublesome. .

"Ms. Windsor, I brought a few guests to stay at the hotel."

Bly walked at the front and pushed open the door of the hotel. Then the next moment, he was face to face with an upside-down human head.

"!"

Bly was startled and quickly took a step back: "Stop imitating bats."

"Bly, do you think I'm imitating?" Windsor grinned, revealing the sharp teeth. These are the price of knowledge trading.

"I am a vampire, a legendary extraordinary creature. I can tell where the blood is of the best quality at a glance."

"It's a pity that the people in our town can't suck blood at all, and they can only stuff my eyes with foam - but you are different, lovely guests, blood, you are all covered with delicious blood!"

Windsor's eyes curved into crescent moons, with golden light shining in them: "As a dependent of the Red Moon, blood is definitely our romance."

"Can you let me eat them?"

"No." Bly refused her request and paid for a room at the original price.

"A man who doesn't understand romance."

"Romance cannot be eaten for food."

Bly pouted, and then he motioned for everyone to bend down and follow him. Windsor now thought that she had become a vampire and had to hang upside down on the roof like a bat, which prevented her from landing at all.

As long as everyone bends down and is out of her biting range, basically nothing will happen.

"You are a person who buys and sells by force, I won't accept these vulgar currencies from you at all!"

Windsor wanted to say something else, but Bray directly grabbed her long hair and tied the money up: "Do I look like the kind of evil person who defaults on his debts?"

"You have also seen that this is the current situation of this town recently."

Bly stood in the corridor, holding the room key and looking for the room. At the same time, he turned back: "I still want to remind everyone, leave as soon as you have enough rest. You must not stay here for too long."

"Of course."

The mercenaries nodded repeatedly and agreed with Bligh's words, but in fact they were already planning how to use him to get the entire town's money.

There is obviously so much money in this town, but their owners are all fools.

This is simply a waste of natural resources!

Everyone has a plan in mind, but they still have to pretend to be well-behaved.

Bly opened the door to the room and let them rest inside, and then found food for them. His attitude was not unfriendly, and even made those people a little confused, thinking that Bly would not be angry no matter what, and was extremely good-tempered. .

Bly always looked at everyone with a helpless expression. Although his eyes were very scary, after looking at him for a long time, everyone felt okay.

"How do you like it, dear guests, these are the specialties of our town. In order to prevent their taste from deteriorating, I went to the kitchen to heat them up."

"What a good craftsmanship! Speaking of which, there is wine here. I have been a mercenary for so many years and I have never had such good wine!"

"As long as you like it, there are many more here, don't worry."

Bligh toasted with them and drank together, and the topics of conversation gradually increased.

At this time, the door to the room was open, and Windsor hung her body outside the door at some point, her pupils emitting a cold light.

Bly glanced at her, then at everyone whose faces were red from drinking. He lowered his head and showed a strange smile.

He stood up, walked to the door, gently stroked Windsor's head a few times, and then made a silent gesture.

"Good boy, don't peek."

With a "squeak" sound, the door closed.

In the darkness, the devil finally showed his fangs.

…

[Trigger mission: You close the door and wonder what you are doing in the room with those drunk outsiders]

Faced with such a throwing result, Evander looked at Riya with strange eyes, and Riya looked away and coughed lightly.

"Why do your games always have weird plots?"

Evander couldn't help but ask this question, and Riya said that he didn't know. After all, this game was based on reality, and even he couldn't predict the subsequent plot sometimes.

"Forget it, you have grown up and I don't blame you for having some hobbies of your own."

Evander couldn't help but press his wrinkled forehead a few times, and then he raised his eyes: "But you also know that the appearance of outsiders means that the curse is about to spread outwards. It can be said that your game is already at a loss. stage."

"Kercha, I hope you are willing to admit defeat."

"good."

Riya took the black tea and blew it, without saying anything, she just drank the bitter tea in one gulp.

"Crack!"

A drop of tea spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto the table.

…

Bly drank the last glass of wine on the table. He sat on the table and stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, looking at those people who were so drunk that they were lying around.

"I have been so hard-working pretending to be a good person for so long in order to hide it from the well."

Trading with the residents of the town has made them know themselves step by step. The grocery store is full of messy things that meet everyone's shopping needs. The attractive conditions of exchanging extremely scarce money for things of great value attract people to patronize, thus establishing a contract with the townspeople. At the moment of the transaction, they cannot escape their control.

Then, the curse of the well appeared. Although Blay had the ability to force it to stop, he still chose to watch the people in the town degenerate step by step, as if giving up and not doing anything to stop it.

He is like a competent nanny, taking good care of the mentally ill townspeople to prevent them from suddenly running out of the town and being wiped out by the black goat, until these people's bodies are completely occupied by the extraordinary and out of the human category.

Extraordinary creatures seem to be beyond the hunting range of goats. This is what he specially inquired about last time he went out.

Then what Blay has to do is to wait for outsiders to enter the town and disguise himself as a harmless lamb to entertain them well.

Bly has been waiting for too long, and all his plans were for today's arrival.

It's hard to say who is using whom, him or the well.

"You are my real guests, everyone, don't be so reserved."