They all call me the Outer God

Obviously, he failed.

Even if it succeeds, it won't prove anything. This little thing is just a clone, and the big one is still in his body.

Riya must muster up all her energy to pay attention to its movements, otherwise she would die without knowing how.

After a few minutes, the feather ball disappeared without a trace.

The young man touched his flat upper abdomen and felt surprisingly complicated.

He thought for a long time and decided to give it a name. No matter what, he would use it as much as he could when the other party was not hostile to him.

"Just call me Swale. Swale sounds nice."

Mainly, it is for good luck.

"Sval, why not call it gold coins more directly?" the boss asked curiously.

"Because I have never seen gold coins."

Riya's reason was quite straightforward. Then, as if he thought of something, he turned to look at the bloated bookstore owner.

"I don't know what you call it yet."

"Actually, I don't know your name either. Hey... the mission only mentioned Youyou. As for your personal information, I know very little about you. The organization has always used the terms "Disordered" and "Polluter" to refer to you."

The boss reached out and took off his leather mask. Behind the mask was the face of a fat man with two mustaches. The accumulation of fat made his eyes always look squinted. In fact, the man was always trying to keep his eyes open.

"My name is James, and my surname is Johnson. You can just call me James. After all, our relationship will be closer in the future, and we don't need to go around like those strangers."

"Riya Kercha, I'm sorry to meet you." Riya shook hands with the other party with a smile.

Their hands were held so tightly that they almost crushed each other's finger bones, but on the surface, they were still in harmony.

"As expected of a severely disordered person, you have great strength. If you are so critically ill and have non-human characteristics on the surface of your body, I conservatively estimate that you will not survive this year."

"Don't scare people, I'm very timid." Riya withdrew her hand and wiped it twice on her clothes.

This is not because he loves to be clean, but because the opponent's gloves have hard barbs. When he shook hands, his hand was scratched by the barbs, and now it is covered with tiny eyes.

Riya tried to keep these eyes closed. In a sense, these eyes were more terrifying than hands full of blood.

He understood that the other party was definitely not lying when he said these words. He might not live long, but judging from James's attitude, he would not let him die easily.

"Is there any way you can help me survive?"

"How did you know I would help you?"

"With my 'identity'."

Riya exposed the other party in one fell swoop: "Judging from the fact that you spent so much time waiting for me to come here and invited me to join the Secret Keepers, you need me, and you can't spend so much effort just for a dead person.

Moreover, the people who get the identity cards of the secret keeper are all...disordered people. If you let it go, wouldn't your members have to replace a new batch every few days...Furthermore, I speculate that the status of people without identity cards is lower than that of those with identity cards. Card people, am I right?

Judging from your mask, your identities are not difficult to guess. "

"Wow."

James couldn't help but applaud Ria's logical thinking. He put the mask back on his face, and the lenses flashed, reflecting Ria's whole body.

At this time, Riya also stretched out her finger and touched the bridge of her nose.

"You, no, your identity is [Doctor], a [Doctor] who specializes in treating the disordered."

Bird's eye doctor.

Now, everything became clear.

At this moment, James could no longer hold back his smile and laughed loudly, his voice becoming hoarse and hollow from the mask.

“I was so pleasantly surprised.

You are worthy of your identity. [Black Merchant] is [Black Merchant]. He is the smartest person in the entire Secret Keeper organization who is the most difficult to deal with, but he is also a group of lunatics who can do anything for profit. "

"What you ask for is more life, but what do you give me in exchange?"

Riya curled her lips: "Give you a new feather? I won't give you more."

"make a deal."

Unexpectedly, James agreed readily, and Ria suddenly felt that he had lost money. Even if he didn't give anything to the other party, the other party would not let him die easily.

But you cannot go back on something you have promised easily.

Riya called out the name of Little Swale in her heart, asking it to appear immediately, and in just a short moment, Little Swale had broken open the flesh and blood on his shoulder, revealing a head and looking at him doubtfully.

"Don't move, let me pluck a hair."

Riya's shoulders were a little painful from the support, but his pain tolerance was quite high. After bending down and gritting his teeth for a moment, he reached out and pulled out a hair from the little guy's head.

What a coincidence, those are little Swale's ear feathers.

"Ouch!"

After the ear feathers were plucked out, the whole bird looked like a cat missing one ear, and it suddenly withered a lot.

Those golden eyes looked at the departing Eryu reluctantly, as if he wanted to complain about Liya but didn't dare, so he could only turn his head helplessly and furiously and bite open the main artery on the host's neck.

But there won't be a drop of blood flowing out of it at all, just a few extra eyeballs staring at it blankly.

James was amused and laughed loudly: "Give up, your master seems to be unable to bleed at all, but if you want to play the game of 'pinch bubble wrap', I think he should be very suitable."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb." Leah grabbed the neck of the little Shival on his shoulder and tried to pull it out. After the attempt failed, he forced it back.

This time it worked.

Next, Leah gave the feather to James, and James took the black feather and smiled.

"The feather of the mythical creature is a good thing. In a sense, you've lost out."

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me how to survive."

"Of course, and I can tell you an extra piece of information."

James hooked his finger at Leah, motioning him to come closer.

Then, he said mysteriously in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "There are not many ways to survive. You can devour other disordered people to increase your life, but they are not easy to find, and our organization does not allow open hostility..."

"Then let's talk about the second way."

"Of course, of course, my dear patient, as your attending physician, your second way to survive is to use mysterious items.

It happens that I know that there are such things in the nearby church. In order to ensure that you will not be buried alive again, I can follow you and provide you with security."

"I have a question."

"Please speak."

"I have been staying in the house without leaving the house. Who found me and instructed others to bury me?"

This question has troubled Leah for a long time. He urgently needs to understand the truth, otherwise his growing desire for knowledge will burst his brain.