They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 183 The Red House

Riya noticed that the facial features of the people on the ground were gradually disappearing. Then, he suddenly stood upright and shouted something: "I am the leader! I am the leader!"

Riya was shocked.

"Hahaha, I am the leader! I am the only leader! Praise the Faceless!"

"..."

Now his appearance reminded Riya of something not good, so she simply kicked him down and took off the mysterious object from his ear.

This thing can block sound pollution, but Riya doesn't know what its price is, so she directly asks Baldwin: "What is the name of this thing and what is the price?"

"What price can red earplugs have? There is no price. The leader never needs to pay for using things, and you don't need to faceless.

Now put this thing on your ears and you can start dancing to death at night!What a joy this is! "

"Then how are you all right?"

"I can let others dance for me. I just like to watch others dance to death at night. It makes me feel like I am the new emperor of Endles."

This man was so happy that he was flopping around on the ground, like a fish that had just landed. Ria now seriously doubted whether the crazy people in White Mask were all affected by Faceless.

In addition to Faceless, Gawn's induction is also an indispensable part, but now that they are dead, Leah has no interest in rebuilding a White Mask Church.

"Whenever I am interested in forming a church, I might be able to choose a new name...but not yet."

Today's trade does not need the church, it is free.

He stepped on the opponent's head: "Tell me, who is your real factory owner!?"

"What kind of factory owner? I am the only factory owner! Oh, I am still the leader of the church - even if you are a faceless man, you can't do this to the leader!!!"

"Don't tell me? Are these things enough for you to speak?"

Riya took out a bag of money from his pocket, and then he suddenly tilted the bag downwards.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The clear collision sound of those metals sounded so pleasant in the workshop.

These were all silver coins, and countless silver coins were scattered on the ground. When Baldwin heard such a sound, he suddenly became more energetic.

"Money...money! These are all money for me! Hahahahahahahaha money!"

The man laughed wildly and tried to take all the silver coins into his arms, but Riya stepped on the opponent's skull with a little force, making a "click" sound.

"you have not answer my question yet."

"Okay! I said, the real owner of the factory is in the room next to the chimney.

He has been paralyzed for many years. It makes no difference whether he is with him or not. Now give me all these things——"

"can."

Riya let go of her feet and watched him pick up all the silver coins on the ground and put them into the money bag, then hugged the money bag without letting go, and continued to praise the name of trade.

Riya took the money bag away and turned around and ignored him.

For a while, the workshop was eerily silent except for the roar of machinery. Birdwin lost his facial features and maintained the posture of hugging the money bag, holding the non-existent money bag and rubbing it against his face.

Others in the workshop finally realized that they should be in fear now. They wanted to escape, but when they reached the door, Baldwin blocked them there, once again making them afraid to move any further.

"Why don't you join me in praising the great Lord of Trade, the true patron saint of commerce and money. With Him, I have a steady stream of money. Do you see what I have in my hands? This is gold! It's all gold! It’s gold!”

He was extremely excited, but everyone present could see clearly - there was nothing in Baldwin's hands.

This is an incomprehensible thing.

Now that everyone has lost the "backbone" of Baldwin, they are really starting to get scared.

But Riya didn't care what they thought. At this time, he had successfully found the place Baldwin mentioned.

Just under the chimney, which is dozens of meters in diameter, there is a small house.

This house is a residential building. It is only one floor high. It is built with red bricks, but the door is also sealed with red bricks.

Riya stood in front of it and knocked on the "door" a few times to show friendship. Then, he glanced at the normal black smoke above and violently dismantled the door.

It was not difficult to destroy those bricks, and Riya quickly made an entrance to get into them.

He lit the kerosene lamp and raised it slightly to explore the situation inside.

"This treatment is not like treating a paralyzed person. Even if the former boss is paralyzed, the current people will not lock him in the house.

In less than a moment, Riya successfully found a bed inside. The bed was covered with dust, but there were a lot of quilts and pillows. Someone was lying face up on top, half covered with quilts, with his hands crossed on his shoulders.

This man's body was also covered in dust. He looked like an old man who had been recovering from addiction for a long time. He had age spots on his head and not much gray hair left.

"Cough-cough-"

Riya covered her mouth and nose and coughed twice. Unexpectedly, the next second the man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

For a moment, the two looked at each other. Unfortunately, Riya's face had many eyes open. It was impossible to pretend to be normal now.

"How long have I slept?"

The old man rolled his Adam's apple with great effort and asked this sentence.

"do not know."

Riya answered honestly. He looked at the flames swaying in the kerosene lamp and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you locked up here?"

"Because...the factory needs me."

The old man cannot move, but he can communicate with others: "I am sick, very seriously ill, and everyone tells me that I should die, but I am not willing to give up. No one will be willing to die from a disease."

"and then?"

"Someone told me that I could absorb other people's lives as fuel and let them purify me of diseases. That person placed me here. I remember that I was still very young at that time. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, I would be so old... …”

His eyes were cloudy: "Is it because I have lived for so long, or because I became like this in an instant... I can't figure it out."

"Aren't you bored being locked up here? Or..."

Riya narrowed her eyes: "The black smoke outside has something to do with you, or is it even a derivative of your consciousness?"

He didn't say this conjecture aloud, he just listened to the old man still talking to himself, as if no one had spoken to him for a long time, and he had to tell something to feel better.

"I hate my disease... No one wants to have something like this and have to live under the arrangements of others. Some people ask me to oppress the people at the bottom. The worse they are, the greater the chance of my survival.

Now I don’t know if I have lived a long time, but every time I wake up, I seem to hear the souls of those people wailing at me. "

(End of this chapter)