They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 202 The embodiment of filth and evil
But this leg is useless to begin with, so I'm quite lucky. "

Evander patted his empty blanket of unknown fabric.

So, this person has already used it when he flipped the coin with his finger. Is this what he is telling himself the real answer to what he wants to know?

This price is too high.

"You don't have to do this. I only use one eyeball with these things, and the eyeball can continue to grow even after it is gone."

"I have never thrown my eyes out, so I can't imagine how painful it must be. I just want to ask, don't you feel pain?

Anyway, it doesn’t hurt if I lose my legs. These two legs are purely for decoration. Maybe I can take this opportunity to get a prosthetic leg. "

Evander said this, but the empty part of the blanket curved strangely. Ria saw that there were huge bubbles sticking together and arching new limbs. The limbs were becoming more and more complete, and more and more... The bigger.

After a few "chi-ko-chi-coo" sounds, a new leg appeared. It was as if that leg had never left there, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

"Look, I'll tell you how big the deal is."

Evander smiled and put the pipe back into his mouth, but Ria seemed to see a tentacle-like object emerging from under the blanket, making a "snap" sound on the ground, but was quickly taken back.

Now Riya really can't ignore his identity issue.

"Are you a patient too?"

"I'm not."

"That……"

"My identity is an absolute secret, and most of the people who are qualified to know are dead, so I don't recommend you ask this question, Kercha.

Now for the sake of your illness, let's talk about your recent dream. What did you dream about? "

As soon as these words came out, Ria immediately thought of those blood-red silk threads, plush spiders bigger than their faces, and a group of talking eyeballs covered in human clothes.

He didn't know if he could trust Evander, but lying was definitely not a good idea right now.

So Riya answered honestly. After listening to his words, Evander smiled: "You haven't told me the key part yet."

"...Forget it, I don't want to expose your inner pain points."

"Do you know what the Crimson Mother's followers are? Legend has it that when He comes, the sky will be covered with dense spider webs, and human-like spiders will raise their joints to welcome His arrival.

The pure white moon is like a web nest born by a spider. When the mother nest bursts, the huge crimson will cast its gaze on the earth. "

"The reason why those existences are indescribable is that they cannot be seen, spoken, or thought about. Even if you don't know their real names, just think about their names, and there is a chance that they will turn their attention to you.

The minds of the disordered ones are too sensitive and eye-catching, and the probability of you being targeted is much higher than that of normal people.

You can think of it as thinking about them every day and dreaming about them at night. If you think about them, they will naturally appear. Isn't this your wish? "

Riya: "No, my first wish was just to ask the shining sun to let me sleep peacefully."

"Haha, the shining sun, that kind of thing is worthy of your belief in Him.

I tell you the truth, Little Lia, all the gods now, and I mean all - are essentially transcendent beings, which are things we cannot understand, and are huge sources of pollution that we cannot digest. "

Evander turned the wheelchair: "Some of them are revered by others, and some are despised by others. In essence, they are all human beings. These guys have no empathy. It's like you find an ant holding sesame seeds in its mouth." You feel it is interesting to be close to you, and then give it bigger food, or strangle it to death with your nails. This is your body's instinctive reaction.

Maybe you will strangle the ants to death before your brain can react... In short, to return to normal, we need to gradually reduce our contact with them. "

"First, you must stop sacrificing body parts of mythical creatures to any god unless absolutely necessary."

Upon hearing this, little Shival suddenly emerged from Riya's flesh and stared at Evander, slowly opening his mouth to reveal sharp teeth and a glowing throat.

"Hooooo——"

It growled at Evander, but Evander turned his head and laughed: "This guy is not happy yet."

"Go back." Riya patted its head. Little Swale's face suddenly felt aggrieved. Tears appeared in its eyes, its feathers drooped, and it looked like it was about to die.

"Still pretending to be pitiful, none of the creatures created by Crimson are good, let alone mythical creatures.

Hey, Little Leah, do you want to guess what race this guy is? Its race has never been associated with generosity and friendliness, and it is said that these creatures have disappeared for a long time, and no one can find them in time. Any trace of them.

These guys are the highest expression of life, an unrecognized existence, the embodiment of filth and evil. "

"If you ask me, if you let me help you get rid of this guy now, your illness will be at least half cured."

Ria wondered what the creature Evander mentioned was, but no matter how you look at it now, little Sval is just a four-clawed owl with a round head, and it has not done anything too wrong now.

Even many times, Riya still needs it to solve dangers for herself.

"I'm sure I can control it and won't let it do unnecessary things."

As he spoke, the young man pressed the mythical creature back to his body, and the tentacles and eyeballs filled the cracks in his flesh and blood.

Evander showed an inexplicable look in his eyes: "You can't bear to let this guy go?"

"This thing treats you like a parent and uses chemicals to induce you to like it, but you can't really fall into its trap. Children who are useless and may even bring disaster should be erased when necessary."

"Ria, you can't coddle this monster like this."

"This is not doting. I am very aware of the harm caused by mythical creatures, but I cannot lose it."

"This is my personal request. Let poor Sval go free, Mr. Evander. I am willing to bear any consequences for this decision."

"You..." Evander suddenly realized something, "Do you use it as a support point?"

Riya nodded: "This is the safest decision. After all, this guy has a part of me in his body, and I can trust it."

Trusting Swale is safer than trusting anything.

"...Keercha, Kelcha." Evander really didn't know what to say to Riya.

He knew that he couldn't attack the mythical creature casually now, otherwise Riya would definitely fight him desperately. If not, he would fall ill directly without spiritual support, and it would be possible for him to die and mutate on the spot.

Evander didn't support it, but he respected Riya's decision. He didn't want to get into trouble with the young man in front of him, so he immediately changed the topic after noticing that Riya was unhappy.

"The group of people dancing outside are really ugly. They have no artistic talent at all."

(End of this chapter)