They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 184 The Nature of Black-hearted Businessmen

"Wailing, hehehehe, they are wailing every day..."

The old man closed his eyes, and liquid dripped on the pillow, soaking the dust.

“I am surrounded by their wails every day, and although those people do not actually shout out, I seem to be able to hear their inner cries.

This is really...

It is really--

So sweet! ! ! "

"Don't you think? You and I are both monsters, and you should be proud of such grief. Hahaha, you almost think that I am one of those boring good people."

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Riya. The liquid soaking the pillow did not come from his eyes, but from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

The man's snot and saliva stained the pillow, and under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, there was a flowing highlight. His expression did not change: "Not really."

"If I guess correctly, your disease is pollution disease, and your main meme is black business.

The main meme is the true quality of oneself that is recognized by the extraordinary. You don't know how to hide it and expose yourself easily.

Black businessman...

What good things can a black-hearted businessman have? What makes you think that I treat you as a good person? "

As he spoke, he took out a gun from his arms and put it against the forehead of the man on the bed, his eyes cold.

"Actually, you should be able to guess my purpose the moment I step here. We are the same kind, but we are also different.

We're playing the same thing, but what you're doing is so low-level, yes, it's low-level.

I think I should tell you what a black trader is, dear sir——

Kill all your competitors, make yourself the only one, and lose all business conflicts.

You don’t think I’m going to take away your way of making money, do you? "

Riya hit the other person's forehead with the muzzle of the gun several times, making a "pengpeng" sound.

"I want you to have no chance to make money, so that all the money goes into my pocket alone.

This is [Black Business]. "

Riya feels happy.

"I've said what I have to say, sir, now it's time for you to get on your way."

He bowed unusually politely, but when the young man was about to shoot, the twilight man's mouth suddenly widened, and his upper and lower jaws were separated by eight inches, and a strange sound came from his throat.

"You are already approaching death, and the virus in your body is mutating." Riya shook her head and informed him of this sad fact.

"Nonsense, I will be cured soon! As long as I eat other people's life force, I will be cured immediately!"

"There is no way you can recover!" Riya said what he had been hiding in his heart. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet shot directly through the old man's mouth, leaving a big hole in his mouth. .

“If you don’t believe that you can return to normal, then what else can you believe?

What is the meaning of your life. "

The old man felt sorry for Riya. He felt that Riya's illness was more serious than his own, but the young man was still struggling to support her.

"The continuation of the lives of some creatures depends on them not moving, reducing the consumption of energy in the body. You should work with me to cure the disease here, instead of listening to some people's lies."

"Let me swallow you and your contamination syndrome will be completely restored. I am the right one, child. It is never wrong to listen to the elders."

His voice became louder and louder, and yellow-black smoke gradually appeared in the small red brick house. Riya simply put the mysterious item she had grabbed on her ears to avoid being contaminated by some extraordinary sounds.The moment he put on the red earplugs, the noisy sounds in his ears disappeared. Riya felt unprecedentedly pure and at ease. Of course, he could still clearly hear what the person on the bed was saying, but that person's words could no longer be heard. affect him.

The only drawback was that Riya felt that this person's words sounded like rock music, which made him restless and couldn't help but want to dance.

That's okay. The problem is that Riya can't dance, and he doesn't intend to dance. After a while, the young man stared at the old man on the bed with a strange look.

"You can't move at all now, right?"

The old man looked at him with strange eyes, and suddenly a bad feeling arose: "What do you want to do?"

"I just want to help you stretch your muscles. Next - it's time to witness the miracle of medicine."

Riya clapped her hands, and the old man suddenly felt the joints of his limbs making a twisting sound that he had not seen for a long time.

"Crack, click—"

……

What are red earplugs?
[Wearing it can filter most of the polluting noise, at the cost of dancing non-stop until the red earplugs get tired of it and want you to stop. Of course, if the user likes the red earplugs enough, it can occasionally make an exception and let you stop dancing. Others dance on the user's behalf. 】

[Conditions that make red earplugs likeable: give it a lot of money, no one will refuse the temptation of money, not even earplugs]

These are red earplugs.

You have admired enough wealth for it, and the silver coins rolling to the ground are enough to prove your personal charm.

Now, go use it.

……

In the factory, the group of workers were still numbly doing their jobs.

They have a clear division of labor and never make redundant actions. One action can last a whole day. For example, if someone's job is to install a screw on the steel passing by, he will install the screw repeatedly all day long.

After work, this person's hands are still inseparable from such movements, and they will even move their hands repeatedly in his sleep.

Many people suffer from joint diseases because of this, but they have to do it for the pitiful wages and for the sake of their families and wives. Even if they work until they die, they will not understand why they can only earn such a small amount of money.

Most of the workers' skin had ulcerated, and their eyes were as pale as cooked fish, which looked quite scary.

In the workshop, everyone moves mechanically.

But soon, a scream broke the balance.

"Go out and take a look, there's someone dancing outside!"

The group showed no reaction.

"It's the big boss dancing, the big boss wants you all to get out!"

With this shout, the workers started to move.

They stopped the operation of the machinery and went out to see what the boss had ordered, but in the end they only saw an old man with thinning hair doing a funny tap dance.

The old man was barefoot and wrapped in a quilt as he jumped up and down on the gravel-filled ground. The soles of his feet connected with the earth and made a clear "papa" sound.

Birdwin, who was unconscious, also ran out. The moment he saw the old man, he shouted: "Dad!"

"Dad, what are you doing!!!"

Birdwin hurriedly ran over to stop the old man's movements, but the old man grabbed his hand and forced them to dance in a double dance. One was struggling and the other was dancing crazily.

They were like two happy roosters, stamping on the ground with their soles. Soon, the ground was filled with scarlet marks.

(End of this chapter)