They all call me the Outer God

"Howling, hehe, they wail every day..."

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

"I am surrounded by their wailing every day. Although those people did not really shout out, I seem to be able to hear their inner cries.

This is really...

Really-

Too pleasant!!!"

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

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Leah. The liquid that soaked 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 appeared flowing highlights. Liya remained calm: "No."

"If I'm not mistaken, your disease is contamination disease, and your main meme is black business.

The main meme is the true characteristics of the person recognized by the extraordinary. You don't know how to hide it at all, and you easily expose yourself.

Black business...

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

As he said, he took out a gun from his arms and pressed it against the forehead of the person on the bed, his eyes cold.

"In fact, the moment I stepped into this place, you should be able to guess my purpose. We are the same kind, but also different.

We are going to play the same role, but what you did is too low-level, yes, it is 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 want to take away your way of making money stupidly, do you?"

Riya knocked the other person's forehead with the muzzle of the gun a few times, making a "bang bang" sound.

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

This is a [black trader]."

Riya was in a good mood.

"I have said what I want to say, sir, now you should go on your way."

He bowed very politely, but when the young man was about to shoot, the dying man suddenly opened his mouth, and the upper and lower jaws separated by eight inches, and a strange sound came out of his throat.

"You are approaching death, and the virus in your body is mutating." Riya shook his head and told him this sad fact.

"Nonsense, I'll be well soon! As long as I eat the vitality of others, I will be well soon!"

"You can't be well at all!" Riya said what he had been hiding in his heart. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet shot through the old man's mouth, leaving a big hole in his mouth.

"You don't believe that you can recover, so what else can you believe?

What's the meaning of your life?"

The old man felt sorry for Riya. He felt that Riya's disease was more serious than his, but the young man was still struggling.

"Some creatures rely on their immobility to reduce the consumption of energy in their bodies. You should come here with me to cure the disease instead of listening to some people's lies."

"Let me swallow you, and your pollution disease will be completely cured. I am right, child, it will never be 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 object he had robbed on his ears to avoid being polluted by some extraordinary sounds.

The moment he put on the red earplugs, the noisy sound in his ears disappeared. Riya felt unprecedented peace and peace of mind. Of course, he could still hear what the person on the bed was saying, but that person's words could no longer affect him.

The only flaw was that Riya felt that the person's words were like rock music, which made him restless and couldn't help wanting to dance.

That was fine, but the problem was that Riya couldn't dance, and he didn't plan to dance. After a while, the young man stared at the old man on the bed with a weird look.

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

The old man looked at his weird eyes, and suddenly a bad feeling came to his mind: "What do you want to do?"

"I just want to help you stretch your muscles, and then - it's time to witness a medical miracle."

Riya clapped his hands, and the old man suddenly felt that his limbs made a long-lost sound of joint twisting.

"Click, click -"

...

What are red earplugs?

[Wearing it can filter out most of the polluting noise, but the price is to dance non-stop until the red earplug is tired of watching and wants you to stop. Of course, if the user is liked enough by the red earplug, it can occasionally break the rules and let others dance for the user. ]

[Conditions for the red earplug to like it: show it a lot of money. No one will refuse the temptation of money, not even the earplugs]

This is the red earplug.

You have shown it enough wealth, the silver coins rolling on the ground, which is enough to prove your personal charm.

Now, go and use it.

…

In the factory, the group of workers are still doing their work numbly.

They have a clear division of labor, and never do unnecessary actions. One action can be done all day long. For example, if someone's job is to install a screw for the steel passing by, then he will repeat the installation of screws all day long.

When the work is over, this person's hands still can't leave this movement, and he will even swing his hands repeatedly in his sleep.

Many people suffer from joint diseases because of this, but they have to do it. For the pitiful salary, for their family and wife, even if they work until death, they will not understand why they can only earn so little money.

Most of the workers' skin has ulcerated, and their eyes are as pale as cooked fish, which looks quite scary.

In the workshop, everyone moves mechanically.

But soon, a scream broke this balance.

"Go out and see, someone is dancing outside!"

The group of people did not respond.

"It's the big boss who is dancing, the big boss wants all of you to go out!"

This shout made the workers move.

They stopped the operation of the machinery and went out to see what instructions the boss had, but they only saw an old man with sparse hair dancing a funny tap dance.

The old man was barefoot and covered with a quilt, jumping around on the gravel ground, and the soles of his feet made a clear "pa pa" sound when they touched the ground.

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

"Dad, what are you doing!!!"

Bodwin hurried over to stop the old man's actions, but the old man grabbed his hand and forced him to dance a duet. One was struggling, and the other was dancing wildly.

They were like two happy roosters, stomping their feet on the ground, and soon, the ground was filled with scarlet marks.