They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 123 The Dream Witch
She has a complicated wide purple hat on her head, and a black top that completely wraps up her slender neck. The half-slit skirt falls naturally, revealing the pale skin of her legs as she moves.

Next to this person's hand is a metal medicine rack, with several bottles of dripping medicine hanging on the shelf, and an intravenous drip is still hanging on the back of her hand.

"Ms. Eileen Hodder, or should I call you...

Your Majesty the Dream Witch? "

Ga En stood up. At this time, he was not his real body, but just a lonely carrier of consciousness. However, Eileen reached out and took down a bottle of medicine from the medicine shelf, and slowly stretched it towards him.

"I have developed an antidote to the curse you placed on me, and it was not in vain that I spent so many days trying the medicine with side effects...

You know, this bottle of medicine is life-saving for those who are cursed, but it is extremely poisonous for those who are not cursed. "

As she spoke, she laughed maliciously: "I don't know what the effect will be if I sprinkle this thing on you. I really want to hear your screams."

The memetic ability of witches is reflected in medicine. They are proficient in pharmacology and can make a variety of poisons and antidotes.

Furthermore, in order to better sustain the witch meme, it would be best for people of both genders to perform in witch costumes, which is to say, in the popular sense, women's clothing.

Erinte allowed the curse to spread on her body, using herself to test the medicine, watching her body lose weight day by day, and paralyzing the white masks watching the fun.

Seeing that they were still heading toward death, they didn't bother to make everything more confusing.

"The White Mask Church, your existence is like an unsolvable virus, and we must not let it go."

"Hahaha, that's so funny, witch, do you think your antidote can really withstand the curse given by our old gods?
Aging is irreversible. Even if you recover now, you will always be in the cycle of aging. This is probably unacceptable to those of you who love beautiful things. "

"It's really unacceptable...so I need to kill you first."

Erinte said, raised the iron frame at hand and threw it at the opponent, but Gaen did nothing, just kept laughing wildly, allowing himself to be beaten into a pile of mud, and corroded into slag by the witch's poison.

His voice still echoed in all directions: "You may not know it well. Not long ago, our church already had a new god. I believe that everything that happens now is the suffering given by Him. Praise the Faceless and Trade..."

Erinte's expression became even colder, and she looked at the puddle of things on the ground as if she were looking at non-recyclable garbage.

"I think I need to state that the Lord is the God of Trade, the Lord of Trade, and you actually added a dark name to Him -"

Those who blaspheme God are guilty of unpardonable sin.

Seeing Erinte's current appearance, Ga En couldn't help but understand that someone had invisibly tampered with her faith, but Ga En had no intention of reminding him.

He lamented that the Lord was worthy of being the Lord. He was fully capable of commanding others to believe in Him without their knowledge, and it was difficult to even generate the will to resist.

Compared to them, Riya's existence is more like a virus, and such a virus is also self-aware. I can't believe what will happen if this virus is allowed to grow.

In the end, the conscious individual named "Gaen" was completely annihilated by the witch's magic potion, while Erinte took a deep look at the ground and left after confirming that someone was not resurrected.

She seemed quite tired, and her steps became heavier as she walked further and further away. In the distance was Bruna guarding over there.

"You let him get away."

"No one can catch him. As long as there is one member of the White Mask Church left, we will never be able to catch him."

"This is probably the scary thing about the [idiot] main meme. That person can transfer the idiot consciousness to the believers and make the believers crazy. However, when the believers are lost, all the consciousness will be borne by him alone."

Ga Eun is a patient and an [idiot].Idiots, stupid people, act crazy and have no basis.

An idiot became the master of the church, and people have never seen his true face. He used a mask to cover his features and a black robe to cover his figure.

The believers also wrapped themselves up tightly.

But it didn't matter. Erinte turned her head and looked at the other doctor beside Bruna. This man was well-proportioned and tall. Erinte always thought he looked familiar.

It wasn't until Bruna said that this was Leah that Erinte suddenly realized.

Ria ran into Bruna shortly after leaving the tent, and Bruna took him back to the original tent, saying that something special would happen next.

In a sense, it did look special to see a critically ill old man suddenly transform into a pale-skinned lady, but Riya remained calm, as if she had been told something by Bruna.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Erinte."

"Good noon, praise the sun..."

Eileen's expression was not good, probably because she could not maintain her original appearance. Anyone caught in the cycle of aging would not be in a happy mood.

As for why she believes in trade, just like what happened before, what Riya gives can never be taken away. If normal black traders need to rely on words to exert their ability to force transactions, then Riya only needs to rely on her eyes to make others obey. Give him faith.

Such an ability is quite terrifying, and not even Ga En's consciousness can prevent it.

And now that he is Meme [-], his former abilities have only been further strengthened.

"You won't last long."

Bruna shook his head and told Erinte: "Join the Keeper now, and I can take you back to the headquarters to find other people to cure the curse."

"I think we'd better not mention that for now."

Erinte shook her head, her face aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked at her companions beside her: "Let's go eat. It's rare that I still have the strength to run around now. Old guy, I have to take you to the best restaurant near Zoramu for a meal."

"Goo!"

Little Swale raised his head and seemed to hope that Riya would agree to go to the restaurant to try something delicious.

Riya agreed, so the others left the scene to find a place to eat. When the exquisite meals and sharp knives and forks were placed in front of them, Riya remained silent.

Bruna directly picked up a piece of steak with a fork and stuffed it into the opened lens of the mask. Immediately, there was the sound of chewing from behind the mask.

"What, do you have any scruples? You can learn how to eat like me. All my colleagues eat like this."

"...it seems a bit difficult."

Riya cut the meat a few times, and pink blood oozed from the half-cooked steaks, but diners like to call them "rich hemoglobin."

"I suffered a little injury on my face recently. I hope you can maintain a good appetite after seeing it and don't mind."

(End of this chapter)