They all call me an Outer God.

"I dislike him."

This was the first time that Shiwali spoke his true feelings.

Sullivan felt that the air around him had become damp and depressing. He was trembling all over and staring at Schwarz as if he was staring at a devil. However, the next second, Schwarz's face returned to calm.

The air around also returned to normal.

"Three hundred billion."

He continued to bid.

"Four hundred billion."

"Five hundred billion."

"Six hundred billion."

"Seven hundred billion!"

The two of them quoted their own prices that they were determined to get, each time higher than the last, so high that everyone couldn't help but panic. The only sound at the scene was their repeated bidding, until at a certain point, Swar could no longer raise the bidding card in his hand.

He and Sullivan were out of money.

At this moment, Sullivan finally had to remember the bet between Schwall and himself. It seemed that Schwall won the bet after all.

The mysterious item at the end can indeed be sold at a higher price, but all of this was facilitated by Schwab himself, so I don’t know if it can be considered a foul.

As for the person who won the auction, he was quite proud at the moment. He was so proud that he glanced at the private room where Schwal and the others were with disdain, and then he couldn't wait to go on stage to claim his "trophies".

This auction was like a war without the smoke of gunpowder, and in the end he won everything.

Although he didn't know what the finale auction item was for or what it was, it didn't stop him from competing with others for it.

All wealth is in his hands, and everything belongs to him.

"As expected, if you have money, you have everything!"

Lost G. Will was extremely excited at this moment. At the urging of the staff, he went on stage as a special guest to take a photo with the finale auction item.

"Crack!"

"Ugh!!!"

Along with the sound of the camera shutter, the person in charge of taking the photo suddenly screamed, and both he and the camera fell to the ground with a noticeable sound.

"Mr. Photographer, what's wrong with you? If you can't even do your job of taking pictures, I think you don't need to stay here from today."

“No… yes… yes…”

"what?"

Lost seemed to realize that something was wrong. He quickly walked off the stage and picked up the photographer's camera. At this moment, the camera began to make a "sizzling" sound as if it was broken, and an ominous melody suddenly spread like a haze.

A black and white photo fell out silently.

Fortunately, Lost was quick-witted and caught it before it hit the ground, but when he caught it, he discovered that there was something on the photo that shouldn't be there.

He saw that in the photo of him and the auction items, all the facial features on his face had disappeared, as if someone had wiped them off with an eraser - his face was a bloody mess.

A translucent shadow of a man appeared above the glass cabinet next to him. The shadow in the photo was sitting on the top of the glass cabinet with his legs crossed, his head facing the camera and making a "yeah" gesture with his fingers, with only a slightly raised pale smile as sharp as a sickle on his face.

Behind this black shadow were countless dark tentacles covered with eyes. Some of the tentacles were casually draped over Lost's shoulders and wrapped around his arms, as if they were a pair of old and intimate friends.

But Lost doesn't think that he has such a good relationship with "it".

At this moment, Lost was looking at the gray ball on the stage that looked perfectly normal, then at the extremely strange black shadow in the photo and his own empty face, and a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"There's something wrong with this camera. Yes, there must be something wrong with this camera." Lost felt the hairs on his arms standing up and immediately kicked the photographer on the ground: "Go get me a normal one! If you dare to use mysterious objects to trick me again, I will shoot you to death!"

“This thing is not…”

The photographer wanted to explain himself, but under Lost's threat, he could only borrow another staff member's camera on the spot. This time Lost was prepared in advance, and he directly asked someone to take a picture of him first.

An empty face.

Then go shoot the gray ball.

What was captured in the picture was a ferocious figure who was still smiling at the camera.

Lost was almost going crazy. He scratched his head, wondering how this was possible. What went wrong?

If the camera is normal, then there must be something wrong with the photographer!

"Fuck you!!!"

Lost kicked the poor photographer away again, picked up the camera and started pointing it at the current scene.

But Lost will soon regret his decision.

Because when he looked at the auction house from the perspective of the camera, he saw that everyone in the auction house's heads were following the camera, and they had already lost their facial features.

A man without facial features came over and got closer and closer to him: "Loster, my friend, what's wrong with you?"

"do not come!"

Lost clenched his fists, his veins bulging, and smashed the camera hard into the glass case containing the gray sphere.

The person in front of him stopped moving abruptly, because if he hadn't dodged quickly enough, the camera would have hit his head.

"Are you crazy!?"

"I'm not crazy! Don't come near me, stay away from me!" Lost raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot. He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly in the direction of the gray ball.

"There's something watching us over there."

"Where is the thing?"

"You can find a camera to watch it yourself, but my intuition tells me that thing is definitely not a good thing... By the way, it seems to only appear within the range of the gray ball. As long as we destroy that ball, we should be fine."

As he said that, Lost took out a gun from his arms, pointed the muzzle directly at the gray sphere and prepared to pull the trigger.

However, in the eyes of others, this behavior would make Lost look crazy.

"What do you want to do? This thing is yours and you can do whatever you want with it, but it was given by the Queen! How are you going to let us report to Her Majesty if you destroy it?"

"Don't stop me. Since I bought it, I have full rights to dispose of it. The wealth I have now is enough to buy the lives of any of you. Anyone who dares to stop me will die—"

"No, you really can't..."

"boom!!!!!"

Just as people were arguing, the sound of gunfire shook the entire venue, and the whole place became silent in an instant.

They all looked in the direction of the gray ball, and the thing was still quietly staying there, intact.

Looking at Lost again, there was a blood hole on the upper back of his head, his pupils were trembling, and he fell down powerlessly before he even had time to look back at the murderer who shot him.

And in the room on the second floor of the venue.

The metallic gun in Swar's hand was smoking slightly.

(End of this chapter)