They all call me the Outer God

"you--"

Craden suddenly realized something: "Is it possible that your main meme is also a black businessman?"

"No, not only that, I've never met you before, so you're the Keeper of Discord!"

"Correct answer." Riya applauded, then raised her hand to lift her glasses, and the lenses reflected a cold light.

"My dear friend, although you betrayed your family, you gained nothing. Isn't this the best case of investment failure?"

“Once again, I’ll teach you a lesson, don’t believe anything the black businessman says.”

Regardless of whether the black trader is a wild transcendent or an official secret keeper, the words of this kind of group are even more untrustworthy than those of idiots.

But Craden was also puzzled: "But you actually admit it like this? Didn't your epidemic doctor teach you not to tell others about your main meme?"

For extraordinary people, it is extremely easy to be targeted after the main meme is exposed. The bounty orders that suddenly appear everywhere are the best example.

That is not an ordinary number. Nine hundred million can drive those black businessmen who regard wealth as their lives into madness. What's more, this astronomical number attracts not only black businessmen, but perhaps something else more terrifying. .

In the supernatural world, there is no shortage of madmen.

However, Riya just kept a mysterious smile, then stretched out her hand towards the nearest reward order, and peeled it off with a "tear" sound.

"I know I can't tell others, but you see now, my epidemic doctor is not around, so I am free to do whatever I want."

"What's more, this number is really exciting, but I don't know whether that person can afford it. As far as I know, there are very few people I know who can get this amount of money."

Riya calls this the law of common poverty among extraordinary people.

Everyone is very poor, perhaps because the process of interpretation consumes everyone's energy. Even Ria cannot guarantee that her interpretation will be successful during the interpretation process. If the black businessman's interpretation fails, at least he will lose everything, and at worst, he will sell himself to pay off his debts. .

Idiots die from wisdom, tacticians die from peace, crows die from love... Black traders die from money.

These are very common things.

"Your Excellency, although I really don't want to offend you, poor people often cannot imagine the heights of rich people in their entire lives, and you can't imagine how capable a person who becomes the target of the Black Lord at a young age is."

Craden kindly reminded Riya: "The man who has been rectifying the underground black market with thunderous means since he first obtained the meme has made everyone fearful. Moreover, he is in charge of half of the underground economy of Endles and has a monopoly on weapons. And the black market for extraordinary props, how can such a person be so merciful?"

"He is not afraid of exposing his personal information, because those things are not important to him at all. He has many wives and children, but those people are just tools to him, used for marriage or transactions. Something else..."

"Sofia has no feelings and only talks about interests. Under such conditions, do you want to meet with him? In fact, I still recommend that you pack up and leave here immediately and never appear in Lidesh City again."

Craden spoke so passionately that he almost shook his head to pieces. Riya didn't know what kind of psychological shadow Sofia had caused to him, but the more the other party said this, the more interested Riya became in that black businessman. .

A well-qualified black businessman may know more information about [memes]. It seems that this is a gamble worth taking.

Ria neatly folded the wanted poster in her hand, and then casually glanced at the rest of the wanted posters. The pictures on those wanted posters magically dissolved, and then turned into the appearance of another unattractive man.

"So that's Sofia...it's not quite what I thought. In that case, how should we price it?"

Riya thought carefully and finally priced it at "1-9999, 99, 99, 99 gold coins".

As the numbers on the paper changed, Kraden's whole body froze. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the wanted posters and then at Riya, and found that Riya was not willing to suffer any losses.

"How did you-"

"How do I know what the other person looks like?"

Ria narrowed her eyes.

"Although I have entered this city not long ago, this city is already full of my spies."

"You might as well guess how I did it."

…

"Maria Ann! Maria Ann, please stop running. The children have fallen everywhere, and a few of them were crushed to death by cars just now. Even if you don't think about me, you have to think about the children!"

A very uncomfortable scene appeared on Bede Street in the city of Lidesh.

A man ran forward holding his huge belly, constantly chasing a woman who also had a huge belly. The woman was so hysterical that she became upset when she saw the baby. She desperately trampled the newborn to death and then roared towards the back. : "Get out of here, I want to divorce you!"

"You can't do this. What will happen to our children after the divorce?"

"What should I do if I love you?"

The man and woman continued to run forward. When the normal people on the roadside saw this scene, their expressions changed drastically. For a moment, they thought they had not woken up.

But they ran too fast.

Behind the pregnant woman, followed by a pregnant man, and behind the man, followed a group of faceless people who like to be grandparents, uncles and aunts. They picked up the children on the ground and put them into sacks. If they saw babies that were trampled to death, they would wait for them to breed more babies, and then put them into sacks and drag them away.

"Children's parents, please take care of the children!"

There were more and more children, and more and more children in the bags.

Finally, at a certain moment, the bags could no longer bear the weight of breeding and broke directly on the spot.

So hundreds of babies were scattered on the road, crawling everywhere with laughter, and of course more babies chose to continue to follow their relatives.

"Mom and Dad! Come back soon!"

"We will be very good, don't leave us!"

"Wow, why don't mom and dad like us, run slower, I can't catch up!"

The newborn red-skinned babies ran and crawled, and some children climbed up the wall like geckos to the high-rise building, and then looked at a plain-looking man through a window.

"Hehehe, uncle, have you seen our parents?"

The man also smiled, then walked to the window naturally and took out a gun from his pocket.

With a "bang", the child turned into blood, and the blood gathered automatically, and finally turned into a pile of gold coins and fell at the man's feet.

The process during this period was very peaceful, so peaceful that it seemed as if the man just drove away a cicada outside the window.

"I always felt that the Hephisgetus were not at peace, but today they seemed to be particularly restless..."