They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 111 The Vanishing Facial Features

“We can save you from your suffering. Before the real healer appears, come with us and leave this place.”

"..."

Lia didn't speak, but silently expressed her disdain for the black-robed man's words.

For this group of people who love chaos, patients with contamination diseases are simply the best toys. They are hard to kill, so it doesn't matter if they are dismantled into countless pieces and thrown away randomly. Moreover, these people may use the guise of treatment to inject cement or other gutter oil with contaminating properties into the patients' blood vessels.

As for the patients' memes? These things can't be told to anyone indiscriminately, so Ria didn't want to have much interaction with the guy in front of her.

He only intended to lure out a few henchmen, but unexpectedly he brought out the so-called cult leader, which made him complain about his extremely bad luck.

At this moment, Ria remained motionless, silently staring at the bone-like flute in the other person's hand. The music from that flute was unbearable to hear, but that was not the key point. The key point was the [music] that the sun had mentioned before.

If such sounds can be considered part of the music genre.

That flute, which resembled a mysterious object, was something he should pay special attention to.

Lia watched helplessly as the other person drew closer and closer, and the pressure on him grew ever greater. It felt as if a giant hand was squeezing and constricting his throat. In his struggle, he mustered all his strength and raised his gun at Gain.

However, his movements did not stop; his speed remained constant, and each movement was extremely difficult for Ria.

"Your weapon is ineffective against me."

"Is that so?" Ria's light gray-blue eyes narrowed behind her mask, and she pulled the trigger without thinking.

"boom!"

The first bullet was fired from the muzzle, successfully hitting Garn's body, and then—it went right through him.

This kind of penetration is not ordinary penetration, but rather it passes through the opponent's body without any warning, as if shot into the air, without any feeling of hitting any flesh or blood.

Garn glanced down at his black robe, as if about to say something, when the next second, Ria’s second and third bullets came in quick succession.

Ria recklessly fired repeatedly at the man in black, until finally, he had only one bullet left in his gun.

The man in black robes was now less than three meters away from him.

The other party seemed to have lost interest in playing around and reached out to grab Ria, while Ria pulled the trigger and fired the last bullet with a "bang".

A futile and desperate resistance.

As Gain thought this, in an instant, he saw the bullet turn into a huge black cloth covering him. By the time he destroyed the cloth, Ria had already vanished without a trace.

The man in black robes looked slightly surprised and looked around but couldn't find Lia anywhere.

But soon, he suddenly burst into wild laughter, muttering something like "He ran away" and "He actually ran away" as he left. The noisy flute music echoed through the street again, and in the middle of a few slow passages, he suddenly raised his voice, instantly shattering the windows of several nearby houses.

ten minutes later.

Lia emerged from the shadows and returned to the original spot, picking up a shard of shattered glass from the ground to examine it.

He touched the broken items and found that their internal structure had become quite fragile; he could crush them into powder with just a little force.

"Damn it, what on earth is that?" Ria cursed inwardly. He sensed that the person who called himself Garn was definitely not an ordinary person. He might also be a patient or a supernatural being. Ria was used to these things, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone who almost made him, who was fully prepared, unable to escape.

Of the magic shows he's watched these past few days, the majority were about how to escape danger.

As magicians, they often face performances such as being pierced by thousands of swords, having their bodies cut into pieces, or being locked in a cage filled with water. Therefore, learning how to quickly deal with crises and escape becomes their primary course of study.

Of course, that was just a magician in the conventional sense.

As a messenger dealing with the supernatural, the meme that Ria needs to act out is far more dangerous than that. He just demonstrated it a little bit with Garn, and so far it seems to be working quite well.

At the very least, he now vaguely senses that some extraordinary power is scrutinizing him, getting closer and closer to acceptance.

"If I could improve this much every time I outmaneuvered someone, I wouldn't need to put in so much effort to perform. The risk is a bit higher, but the rewards are equally considerable."

Lia smiled. The pressure he was under was immense. He was now doing his best not to faint. His mind was filled with the echoes of that strange instrument, as if those sounds came from all directions of reality and were gradually eroding his sanity.

"Gurgle—" Little Swarth appeared on Ria's shoulder, raising its tentacles to pierce his temple, but Ria stopped it.

"Wait a minute. I'll destroy my brain when I get back. Fainting here now will only give others an opportunity to take advantage of me."

After saying that, Ria returned to old Ilint's house, stood in front of the door and took off his mask. He hadn't even revealed the abilities of the main meme, fearing that the other party might have some other tricks up their sleeve.

Old Ilint still looked like a corpse, and the black blood had been cleaned up. Bruner was sitting in a chair next to her, casually dissecting a white rat with a knife. When he saw Ria return, he stuffed the rat's intestines back into its stomach.

"What happened to you? How did you end up like this?"

Ria asked, puzzled, "What does it look like?"

"You can see for yourself."

Bruna held up a mirror in front of Ria's eyes. Ria leaned closer and looked at it, only to find a face without features reflected in the mirror.

After a long pause, Ria confirmed that it was indeed his own face.

His face was blank.

Instantly, Ria felt a chill run down his spine. Although he had no facial features, he could see everything, his hearing and sense of smell were fine, and he could even speak normally.

However, the absence of facial features is the end of the story. There is also some news that is hard to say whether it is good or bad: the eyes on his body can still be seen. The dense array of eyes fills his face, eagerly admiring himself in the mirror.

They stared at Ria in the mirror, turning back and forth, as if they were speaking out for him.

"What's going on?" All the eyes on Ria's body looked at Bruna, who told him not to worry, saying that this seemed to be a prank unique to the White Mask Church.

"They revel in other people's fear, and they'll return to normal in a few hours, so there's no need to worry about that. But how did you fall for their tricks? Did you fight them?"

Ria shook her head: "I don't have that kind of ability..."

In fact, I met a man on the road who called himself Garn Hephaestus. He wore a white mask and a large black robe, and seemed to be the same person I had seen before.

(End of this chapter)