They all call me the Outer God

"Swar, you don't need to wrap me up so tightly."

Ria lies on the bed with her eyes open, looking at countless pupils in the black fog. As the meme level increases, he becomes less needy to sleep and only sleeps when he is extremely tired.

In recent days, confronting the angels to consume inspiration and experiencing the feeling of the inspiration being replenished and the total amount is rising, making Riya feel extremely happy. He even feels that he can still fight with the angels, and the desire to kill in his bones is like killing. It is also improving day by day.

"I can't sleep."

"Swar, do you have any good ways to fall asleep quickly?"

The young man waved to the surrounding fog. They obviously showed a moment of hesitation, and then quickly condensed a tentacle in the black fog and "clicked" to pierce the host's head, and then twisted wildly to stir up his brain.

Then it was surprised to find that Ria was still awake, and it was obvious that this past sleeping trick had no effect on him.

Seeing the head on the bed completely become an indescribable thing, Schwar was silent for a while, then he crawled out of the crack of the door. Not long after, it borrowed a white flute and rolled the flute with its tentacles. Give it to Dallas.

【#*\u0026%\u0026】

The invisible mist made a noisy and hoarse sound, and Dallas was crying without tears: "I really can't play the flute, it's very ugly for me to play the flute."

"It's okay, no one here will dislike you."

Ria lies in bed and gives Dales a thumbs up: "I'll hear how ugly it is."

"Father!"

"As long as you don't dislike me, I will do anything for you!"

Dallas was very moved. He reached out his tentacles from behind the mask to take the flute, and then put it at his mouth and blew it.

"Wow———————”

There was only a sound of a flute that was so sharp that it could pierce the eardrums, "Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Cra

Even though he was as strong as Ria, his body stiffened for a moment after the flute was blown, and then there was no movement.

Obviously, the sound of the flute helps increase sleep quality and helps people fall asleep quickly.

【%\u0026#! 】

The invisible mist made a sound again, and Dallas felt that it was not praising it and did not dare to speak, but just silently put down the flute and tried to minimize its presence.

In its memory, the lone god lord slept in the dark temple, surrounded by musicians playing flutes continuously to accompany him into his dream.

Maybe that person didn't like flute sound to fall into his dream.

Most likely, it is forced.

...

It's ugly, so ugly, how could there be such an ugly sound in the world!

When the meme is low, there is no special feeling. However, as soon as the meme is high, the extraordinary pollution and erosion mixed with the sound of the flute will rise.

The sound of the flute really restrains himself, and he is simply a natural enemy!

Riya suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was in a completely different time and space, surrounded by tall buildings and snowy buildings. It was obviously modern, but it could also be called... the old days.

The air was extremely cold, and every breath was like a piece of ice stuffing into the nasal cavity.

"I'm back?" Ria looked at his hands and found that this was his original body, a gray coat, a brown and black scarf. Even when he was not working, he liked to wear some dark tones.

"No, no, this is still a dream, but not my dream."

"Does the sun shine?" Ria found that he could pass his hands and body through any object at will. In this dream, no one could see him, but at the same time, Ria could only reach a radius of 300 meters. Inside activities.

Perhaps Guangyao Rising Sun is nearby and I can't leave him too far.

There are few people on the roads around the world, and even some people run around in a hurry with pale faces, as if they are being chased by something terrible invisible to ordinary people.

But these are just illusions of them, and soon they will fall down due to loss of temperature and become one of the corpses covered with thick snow.

The sky is abnormally blood-red, and a scarlet star hanging in the sky, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not the moon.

"…Meteorite!!!?"

Ria stared at the eyes for a moment before she found that the "star" size was gradually enlarging over time. Perhaps in less than a week, it would completely hit the earth.

Thinking of what Shabu once said to him, Ria immediately realized that this was the last seven days before the end of "Old Day", the end of the world will soon come and the old man will no longer exist.

"Cruff! Cruff!"

"It's too late!" Behind Ria, new footsteps came. He turned around and saw a man wearing a brown jacket holding a camera running towards him panting, with a single hanging on his chest. Industrial card.

[Shalang Media Reporter, Bai Wentao]

Just as Ria observed whether he would stop in front of him, the man walked straight through his body and ran towards a building. However, the distance was not far, Ria followed him.

They ran all the way to the sixth floor. Due to the low temperature and some unspeakable magnetic field, most advanced electronic communication equipment could no longer be used, and even the elevator stopped operating, so they waited for Bai Wentao to arrive in front of a door on the sixth floor. By the time, he was almost exhausted and fell to the ground.

It is obvious that his physique is not very good.

"Bang Bang!"

"Professor Mu, are you here?"

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!”

“Professor!?”

“No need to knock again.”

With a creak, the man called Professor Mu opened the door. His hair was messy and he wore thick glasses. He looked like he was in his 50s or 60s, even though he was only about 40 years old.

As he opened the door, a wave of heat rushed into the house. Bai Wentao stretched his neck and found that the professor was warming himself by the fire.

Yes, he was warming himself by the fire. He turned on all the heating devices and started a fire in the middle of the living room with waste paper in a basin.

"Come in, remember to close the door, I can't stand the cold."

Mu Wen poured a glass of water for the reporter: "Reporter friend, what do you want to see me for?"

"Professor Mu, I heard that you have been studying how to change the orbit of meteorites by changing the magnetic field of stars. I also learned about the direction of this project during my graduate studies. I hope to help you."

"Help me?" Mu Wen suddenly laughed, his face became more desolate, "But no one agrees with my plan. They all think that it is impossible to change the magnetic field of the sun. As you can see, those people think that I have Alzheimer's disease and can only eat and wait for death at home."

"Is it really impossible?"

Bai Wentao did not drink the tea on the table. He picked up his camera and let Mu Wen watch the photos he took.

Seeing this, Liya also quietly came over.

The photos were taken of the sea.

In the first photo, the turbulent sea has completely turned into a glacier due to the low temperature.

In the second photo, a hand was placed on the surface of the ice, and the ice also cracked with the hand as the center.

In the third photo, seawater seeps out from the cracks in the ice, and the hand is one meter above them, and the water actually flows upstream.

In the fourth photo, a hand makes a scissors gesture to the surging waves.

Seeing this, Mu Wen's expression became very strange. He looked at the reporter's face, as if he wanted to see something from his face, while Bai Wentao just smiled shyly.

He slowly took off his heavy cotton jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, and showed the professor the scales on his arms.

"Professor, pollution has come. In addition to technology, we can also use some extraordinary means."

"Why did you also have changes!?"

Mu Wen suddenly grabbed Bai Wentao's hand in an unstable mood. He used a lot of force and almost crushed the other's hand: "You are still so young, are you going to die too?"

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one look!

"There's nothing we can do, professor. Ultimately, our fate is to die."

"But there is a way for humans to survive."

The young reporter put the camera on the table: "Let's cooperate."

"Cooperate?"

"Yes, cooperate! Those people don't approve of people with physical diseases when the end of the world is approaching, but I think this is a large-scale evolution of genes.

Think about it, if cancer patients don't die, to what extent their cells will evolve. Isn't this a miracle of the code of life?"

Bai Wentao rubbed the scales on his arms that looked like tumors in a somewhat morbid manner.

"While fighting against the doomsday, we should also think of a way out for ourselves.

People whose bodies are affected by radiation and mutated show strong vitality and extraordinary abilities compared to others. I assume that this is the legendary superpower.

Suppose, I mean suppose that everyone in the world is infected with this radiation, can we all survive?"

"Do you know what you are talking about?!"

Mu Wen stared at him with a bad face: "If you come to me just to talk about these things, then get out of my house, lunatic."

"Why not!" Bai Wentao suddenly slammed the table.

"Professor, you are also infected by radiation, otherwise they would not have kicked you out of the laboratory.

Ah... I heard these from my supervisor when I was studying for my master's degree. After all, I have a good relationship with him. Even after graduation, we often keep in touch. He told me to pay attention to those who have abnormal symptoms, including you.

But professor, I volunteered to be contaminated by radiation, and I also know that your ability should not be buried at all."

Bai Wentao smiled: "After all, few people have the ability to affect the sun. Although the price is extreme fear of cold, I think you should cooperate with me. This is for the common destiny of all mankind in the future."

"Professor Mu, I even found some people abroad who are contaminated by radiation like us. Among them are doctors who control diseases and women who bring death... They are all high-end talents who are willing to contribute to the great cause of mankind."

Mu Wen stared at him coldly, as if he wanted to stare a hole in this person's face.

"I heard my colleague, your graduate supervisor, mention you."

Bai Wentao smiled: "What did he say about me?"

"He said you are not suitable for scientific research. You are a pervert who can dissect a rotten human body with a smile and secretly cut open your own stomach in the middle of the night to observe and sew it up."

"How did he know about this? I remember the reason I gave was that I didn't hold the kitchen knife firmly."

"You shouldn't treat everyone as an idiot. You deserve not to get a doctorate. Get out. I would rather stay here and roast by the fire until I get carbon monoxide poisoning."

Bai Wentao couldn't believe it: "Do you think that the disaster can be solved with the little technological means of mankind?"

"It's much more reliable than those insignificant superpowers. At least it won't suddenly become extremely out of control at a certain moment, and then bite people randomly like a beast."

Mu Wen stood up and looked at the man in front of him, whose pupils suddenly became like sharks and whose three pairs of gills kept opening and closing.

"You are no longer human now. When the pollution gets more serious, you will become a disaster for mankind like a meteorite if you lose control. It's better to find a place to lock yourself up while you are awake."

"I'll say it for the last time. Let's go. Don't force me to do anything to you."

He walked to the door and opened it again, but Bai Wentao didn't move. When Mu Wen looked at him in confusion, he found that this man had a mouth full of sharp teeth, and his mouth corners were open to the back of his ears, and he attacked him ferociously.

Mu Wen didn't move at all, but his eyes lightly shifted to Liya. Liya was startled and thought he was looking at him.

But that look seemed to be just an illusion. The professor just stretched out his hand and effortlessly pinched Bai Wentao's neck, and then threw him out like trash.

"Bang!"

He closed the door again, walked to the fire and added waste paper to it. On those papers were painted one after another sun with mosquito coil patterns.

Riya stood beside this person, staring at him for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was probably the former Guangyao Xuri.

Considering that Guangyao Xuri and the Abyss never got along, could it be that the reporter just now was the Abyss itself! ?

"Did they have such a relationship in the past..."

Riya stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

For the next seven days, Professor Mu Wen still squatted in the house to warm himself by the fire, but the temperature was getting lower and lower, and he was more and more afraid of the severe cold. He often had to put his hand completely into the fire to absorb some rare warmth.

Then, the flame could no longer burn in an environment of absolute zero. Professor Mu Wen curled himself up in layers of quilts and shivered. Thick frost hung outside the quilts and on the walls.

He trembled as he watched the TV, watching the news report that humans had invented weapons that could affect meteorites and successfully deviated from their original orbits.

This was good news, but the TV went out of power halfway through the news, and the backup power supply failed.

The power outage occurred all over the world. Mu Wen thought it was caused by the low temperature. He stayed in the quilt and thought for a long time.

The good news should be told to everyone so that everyone does not need to panic. Now that the power has failed, people can only spread the word.

He has to tell people -

We are going to win. Hold on a little longer. We will not die, and everyone will be alive.