They all call me the Outer God

While it was still early, Riya went out and found a shop with a lot of traffic, and started to set up his own stall.

In front of him was a square piece of cloth, on which were placed a stack of playing cards, a pigeon and three identical boxes.

There was a scent of barbecue nearby.

Someone was curious about what Riya had and walked up to him and asked, "What kind of activity is this?"

Riya saw his first customer and introduced his business in a friendly manner: "There are several magic games in front of me. You can choose a playing card and let me guess what it is. If I guess wrong, you will get one swar.

The second time you shuffle the cards, you will get two swar, the third time four, the fourth time eight, and so on. But if I guess right, you only need to pay me thirty swar."

"For the second game, you can spend thirty swar to watch the pigeons next to me perform acrobatics."

"The third game is that I put a piece of paper in a box and move the box. In the end, if you can still recognize which box the paper is in, it belongs to you. Of course, this game costs fifty swar."

"Are you interested in trying it, my friend?"

Riya's tone was very sincere, and the customer looked at him with a little surprise. He felt that this was a game that customers could win without losing money. He didn't know if this man who looked like a street magician had a problem with his brain.

"I choose the first one."

"Thank you very much for your patronage."

Riya asked the other party to take the deck of playing cards and check them thoroughly, and after the other party confirmed that they were correct, he chose a card from them.

The man thought for a moment and took out a card: "I choose this one."

"I guess the black diamond two."

"Wrong, it's the red heart five."

Riya made a mistake the first time, and he handed the other party a coin as required.

The man received the coin and became a little excited: "Next one."

"The number should be eight?"

"No, it's the red diamond seven."

Riya paid the other party two coins.

"Continue."

"K of spades?"

"J of spades"

Riya paid the other party four coins.

He guessed the next card: "Black and white clown?"

"Wrong, it's the color clown."

Riya paid the other party eight coins.

The game continued, and Riya's next guess was still wrong. The other party shuffled the cards and happily looked at the sixteen swars handed by Riya, which added up to thirty.

Then there are thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred and twenty-eight, two hundred and fifty-six... This number will become immeasurable as the game continues.

And the probability of Riya guessing the number is quite low, which means that the game is destined to be a sure win.

The customer is getting more and more excited: "Next one."

"I guess the black and white clown." Riya made a final conclusion.

The other party was stunned and turned the card over. It was indeed the black and white clown.

Now according to the rules, he needs to pay Riya thirty swar, which is equivalent to all the previous processes in vain.

But this customer was not discouraged at all. He believed that all this was just accidental, and he could make a fortune by letting Riya guess the cards, so he shouted to continue. Riya certainly welcomed it, but he just slightly adjusted the accuracy of his next guess.

Whenever the other party felt that he had won in a row, he would suddenly lose once, and then hand over thirty swar, often the money he won was not as much as he handed over, but sometimes it could reach more than one hundred, and then lose it all.

In the end, the man looked at his wallet in distress, and then found that the wallet was almost empty at some point.

He should be angry and play dirty, but at this moment, looking at the magician who was tossing a coin in front of him, he couldn't get angry at all, and even felt that it was all his luck.

"Oh, my fortune today is really bad!"

"Don't be discouraged, go buy a barbecue and relax."

Riya comforted him, and then walked to the barbecue stall next to him and turned the meat with metal clips. The fire was just right at this time, and the meat on the iron rack was sizzling and fragrant.

Seeing the surprised eyes on the other side, Riya immediately introduced to the other side: "This is my side job. In addition to performing magic, I also rented a rack to sell skewers part-time.

By the way, the self-service beverage stand over there is also mine. If you want to drink something, you can buy it from there. After eating and drinking, we can continue to try other magic games."

The guests on the opposite side were stunned.

He showed Riya his penniless wallet and ran away in a panic. The other people who had been watching the excitement for a long time immediately surrounded him impatiently.

They all despised the man who had such bad luck that he didn't know how to cherish the opportunity to make money right in front of him.

If this opportunity was given to them, they could fully maximize their benefits.

In response, Riya just showed a standard smile.

Who said magic can't be called "scam".

Sometimes people's hearts are very simple and they only see the immediate benefits. After experiencing this baptism, I believe they will be wary of certain "scams" in the future.

"Being greedy for cheap things will lead to big disasters. This money is just a tuition fee. I hope they can learn to be smarter next time."

A few hours later, there were fewer people in front of Riya. It is estimated that those who were deceived never want to see him again.

However, Riya still collected faith, but he didn't activate it.

He sat on the street stall, and there was finally no one in front of him.

The sound of a saxophone instrument came from not far away.

The music was completely out of tune, and it sounded like it was very difficult for the owner of the instrument to just play it, let alone play the rhythm.

Riya looked up and saw that the man was wearing sunglasses and tattered clothes, and there was a box at his feet——

He is a beggar who does art to survive.

"It's not easy for him to perform either... Let's give him some money." Ria thought for a while, walked to the other side and put some coins in the other person's begging box, then raised her head, walked to him and patted the other person on the shoulder. .

"That's all I can do. By the way, can I ask you a question?"

The man stopped playing, as if wondering what question Riya might ask.

Riya slowly reached out and touched the other person's face. The next second, he suddenly thrust his fingers and tentacles into the other person's face, and tore off his skin completely, leaving only a part of the connecting skin gap. Completely out of touch.

"It seems I saw it wrong. It's strange. Everyone looks like a white mask to me now."

Riya's expression seemed to be very confused. He didn't expect that this person was completely normal. At this time, the other person was covering his face and screaming in agony. The ground, body, and everywhere were covered in scarlet.

Without the cover of his eyelids, the pupils of his eyeballs kept shrinking, bloodshot eyes quickly climbed up to the whites of his eyes, and his sunglasses fell to the ground and shattered.