They all call me an Outer God.

Bly watched this scene and wanted to stop it, but with so many people in the town, it was unrealistic for him to stop them all.

"Although these people may seem a bit neurotic, they usually don't attack anyone and are actually quite peaceful."

Bligh took a few people to the hotel, where there were empty rooms, otherwise he couldn't arrange for them to stay in someone else's home.

Or it would not be realistic to open his own grocery store. He didn't want anyone to see the well again. These people were visitors from outside the town, and they might be used by the well to spread outward. Once this happened, it would be a real trouble.

"Ms. Windsor, I have brought a few guests to stay at the hotel."

Bligh walked in front and pushed open the door of the inn. The next moment, he was face to face with an upside-down head.

"!"

Bly was startled and took a step back: "Don't imitate the bat anymore."

"Bray, do you think I'm imitating?" Windsor's mouth curled up, revealing his sharp teeth. These were the prices of the knowledge transaction.

"I am a legendary supernatural being called a vampire. I can tell at a glance where the blood quality is the best."

"It's a pity that the people in our town can't suck out any blood. They can only fill my mouth with foam from my eyes. But it's different for you, my lovely guests. Blood, you are all filled with delicious blood!"

Windsor's eyes curved into crescents, with golden light flickering in them: "As a member of the Red Moon family, blood is definitely our romance."

"Can I eat them?"

"No." Bly rejected her request and paid for a room at the original price.

"A man who doesn't understand romance."

"Romance can't be eaten."

Bligh curled his lips, then he motioned for everyone to bend over and follow him. Windsor now thought she had turned into a vampire, and had to hang on the roof in an upside-down bat posture, which prevented her from landing on the ground.

As long as everyone bends down and is not within her biting range, basically nothing will happen.

"You are a pushover, I won't accept your vulgar currency at all!"

Windsor wanted to say something, but Bligh grabbed her hair and tied the money to it: "Do I look like a bad person who refuses to pay his debts?"

"As you can see, this is the current situation of this town."

Bly stood in the corridor, looking for the room with the room key. At the same time, he turned back and said, "I still want to remind you that you should leave as soon as you have rested enough. You must not stay here any longer."

"Of course."

The mercenaries nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Bligh's words, but in fact they were already planning how to use him to get all the money of the entire town.

There is so much money in this town, but its owners are all fools.

This is simply a waste of natural resources!
Everyone has a plan in mind, but they still pretend to be well-behaved.

Bly opened the door of the room and let them go in to rest, then found food for them. His attitude was very friendly, and even made those people feel a little flattered, thinking that Bly would never get angry and was extremely good-tempered.

Bligh always looked at everyone with helplessness. Although his eyes were very scary, after looking at them for a long time, everyone felt that it was okay.

"How do they taste, dear guests? These are the specialties of our town. In order to prevent them from losing their taste, I specially went to the kitchen to heat them up."

"What a great craft! By the way, there's actually wine here. I've been a mercenary for so many years, but I've never tasted such good wine!"

"As long as you like it, there are still many here, don't worry."

Bligh toasted with them, drank with them, and gradually the topics became more and more. At this time, the door of the room was open, and Windsor was hanging outside the door at some point, his pupils emitting cold light.

Bly glanced at her, then looked at the people whose faces were flushed due to drinking, lowered his head, and revealed a somewhat weird smile.

He stood up, walked to the door, gently stroked Windsor's head a few times, and then made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Good boy, don't peek."

With a creak, the door closed.

In the darkness, the devil finally showed his fangs.

……

[Triggering task: You closed the door and did something with those drunken strangers in the room]

Faced with such a throwing result, Evander looked at Leah with a strange look. Leah turned his head away and coughed lightly.

"Why do your games always have some weird plots?"

Evander couldn't help but ask this question, and Ria said that he didn't know either. After all, this game was based on reality, and sometimes even he couldn't predict the subsequent plot.

"Forget it, you're grown up now, and I don't blame you for having some hobbies of your own."

Evander couldn't help but press his wrinkled forehead a few times, then he raised his eyes and said, "But you also know that the appearance of outsiders means that the curse is about to spread outward. It can be said that your game is already at a stage where you are bound to lose."

"Kercha, I hope you will accept the loss."

"it is good."

Riya picked up the black tea and blew on it. Without saying anything else, she just drank the bitter tea in one gulp.

"Clap!"

A drop of tea overflowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin onto the table.

……

Bly drank the last glass of wine on the table, sat on the table, wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, and looked at those people who were drunk with a joking look.

"I have been so busy pretending to be a nice guy for so long in order to hide it from that well."

Doing business with the townspeople allows them to get to know themselves step by step. The grocery store is filled with messy things that meet everyone's shopping needs. The attractive condition of exchanging extremely scarce money for things of great value attracts people to patronize, thus establishing a contract with the townspeople. At the moment of the transaction, they cannot escape their control.

Then, the curse of the well appeared. Although Bly had the ability to stop it by force, he still chose to watch the people in the town fall step by step, as if he had given up and did nothing to stop it.

He was like a competent nanny, taking good care of the mentally ill townspeople to prevent them from suddenly running out of the town and being killed by the black goats, until these people's bodies were completely taken over by the supernatural and out of the human realm.

Extraordinary creatures did not seem to be within the goat's hunting range. This was something he had specifically inquired about the last time he went out.

Then all Bligh had to do was wait for outsiders to enter the town, disguise himself as a harmless lamb and entertain them well.

Bly has been waiting for too long, and all his plans were for today to come.

It is hard to say who is taking advantage of whom, him or the well.

"You are my real guests, everyone. There's no need to be so reserved."

(End of this chapter)