They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 145 The Faceless God

He could have figured out something by asking him, but the suspect suddenly bit his tongue and died during the interrogation.

Anyone who encounters this will be furious.

What’s even more infuriating is that these people could have lived normal lives.

"This is all because of me... Hahahaha, do you think I would think this way?"

Ria seems to understand that the White Mask Church likes to provoke him with the death of its members. If he doesn't provoke them, these people will still cause trouble everywhere.

The dead Gaen on the ground might have other uses for them. Liya felt that he couldn't give the other party a clue in vain, so he simply carved a sun sacrificial array on the ground and prepared to send all these corpses to the glorious rising sun to solve it.

"..."

After reciting the prayer of the rising sun, Riya pointed to all the dead things on the ground: "Under the scorching sun, the filth will eventually burn out. The great and noble rising sun, I pray to use these things to sacrifice for you, pray. You tell me the best place for my next meme rendition.”

"call--"

Everything on the ground was gone, and Riya finally couldn't see them, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the sun's answer on the ground and silently stretched out his hand to eliminate the traces.

In the next few days, no one came to trouble him again.

When Riya has nothing to do, she likes to sort out her money, and then counts the amount carefully before putting it back into little Swale's mouth.

The silver coins sent by the Order Association were placed in a separate place. He was thinking whether the other party was worried about the risk of defaulting on money from the black merchants, so he couldn't wait to return the things to him.

Moreover, the person who came to give money was a mysterious item. In a sense, Order was also a group of people who were quite willing to spend money.

Lying in bed at night, Ria held a silver coin and looked at it over and over again for a long time. He felt that since he was promoted to Meme Eight, the abilities and characteristics of the black businessman have become stronger, especially the ability to make money.

If someone took his money now, Riya would definitely fight that person to the death.

Fortunately, this thought can still be controlled.

"It's risky to continue like this. Don't take things like money too seriously, otherwise these things will become my Achilles' heel sooner or later."

Riya thought of creatures like giant dragons. They also valued wealth as their lives. People killed them at all costs just for the gold they hid in caves. Of course, some people used gold to trap giant dragons.

"I wonder if there are giant dragons in this world. What a great opportunity, but I can't leave everything behind to record those magical creatures."

"If they really existed, it would be nice to take a look."

In Ria's imagination, they were not full of pollution. At the very least, those guys should be normal creatures that conform to human aesthetics.

He stuffed the silver coins into his flesh and closed his eyes.

The dream seemed very different this time.

Ria was lying on a white bed, and everything was fine except for someone crying next to her.

"What are you crying for?"

He turned his head and looked at his parents beside him in confusion. His parents covered their faces and were very sad. Their voices became lower and lower, and became more and more depressed.

"Xiaoya, Xiaoya - why did you leave us like this? How can you let us live!"

"Am I not living well? What happened to you two?" Riya talked to them, but no one paid attention to him. He simply lifted the quilt and stood up to approach his parents.

"Look at me, I'm standing here, I've always been here."

"Child, ah, my child, you are still so young... you used to be poor, and you worked hard for so long to let us live a good life. He is such a good child, why did God take your life away!"

"No, Dad, Mom! Look at me, I'm really alive. You can't really..." Riya said as she watched her parents jump forward and pass through her body. On the bed, there was nothing on the bed, Riya was standing there, but the two old people stubbornly believed that there was the body of their child on the bed.

Ria noticed that the lights here seemed to be dimmed.

The originally bright ward became a morgue, with countless corpses placed on countless iron beds around it. Their faces were covered with white cloth, and their feet were exposed, with their respective numbers hanging on them.

The young man's parents were still crying beside the bed, and Riya temporarily left them to try to check on the dead people.

He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt of a person and touched him. This should be a good thing, but the bad news is... this person has no face.

The next person has no face, and the next one, and the next one... Everyone here has lost their facial features.

At this moment, Riya's parents suddenly turned their heads and looked directly at him, their faces also missing their facial features.

Perhaps dreaming about faceless parents will become the shadow of every child.

"Xiaoya, do you know how you died?"

"You are such a cautious child. Why did you choose to go the same way you always walked and something went wrong... You suddenly lost your facial features and couldn't see clearly, so you fell to death!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!!!"

Riya finally realized what was going on, so he took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed his parents.

"How dare you impersonate them!"

He squatted on the ground and waved the blade wildly, without seriously thinking about why he was carrying a knife.

The faceless "corpses" lying on the iron bed stood up and surrounded him, applauding and cheering for his actions.

The door to the morgue slowly opened, and Riya pushed everyone aside and ran out without thinking. He felt that something was not normal here, and he had to go back up through the elevator.

"drop--"

The blood-red number in the elevator changed from 15 to -1. With a vibration, the elevator door opened, but it was not the elevator room that Ria imagined.

He saw the monster.

That "monster" filled the elevator room with just one head.

Its body was covered with khaki hair or feathers, and its face had no outline features at all. Its huge lion-like claws tried to tear the elevator apart, and there was an absolute sense of oppression during its movements. Riya even saw it for the first time. When I opened my eyes, I felt that the flesh and blood all over my body was melting.

He was struggling and rolling on the ground like a slug, and couldn't help but want to crawl towards the monster. The moment he was about to come into contact with it, the elevator door closed automatically, leaving only the pool of "slug" on the ground. The liquefied product of salt.

……

The dream ended with a stinging pain in the back of Leah's neck and eyes.

Riya opened his eyes and found little Shival lying on his chest, watching him, watching him wake up, and immediately pierced his neck with tentacles to hope that he was not frightened by the nightmare.

"...I accept your kindness, but this is unnecessary."

Riya stuffed the exposed tentacles into her neck and got up, feeling that something was wrong with that dream.

Although his dreams had always revealed a hint of weirdness, this was the first time that they were so open and honest.

The monster that appeared in the dream seemed to be a god worshiped by the White Mask Church. The statue Ga En once took out was exactly what it looked like.

In this case, Riya should not call the monster "it", but "him".

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