Chapter 122 Faceless Trader

This is probably the symbol of the magician. The secondary meme will have a symbol on the back, while the main meme will show a complete pattern on the front without a symbol.

Perhaps, this can also reflect the special nature of the main meme.

When Riya turned his back to Gaen, he deliberately exposed the eye on the back of his neck. Now the two of them have been looking at each other for a while. Riya put away the meme card, and heard heavier footsteps in his ears, and the ground also shook.

The people of Order are here, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Goodbye."

As he said, Riya threw a huge cloth upwards without even looking at Gaen. When the cloth fell, his figure disappeared again.

And Gaen was miserable. Not long after, the people of Order surrounded this place and Gaen.

They dealt with him.

No one knows how they dealt with it. People only know that when they left, this place had returned to its original state, and there was no trace of the battle at all, and the bugs were also cleaned up.

It was as if nothing had happened on that street. Even the three investigators were taken away by them in the end. The three investigators were seriously injured, but fortunately, the white masked man did not like killing, which saved their lives.

Even so, the people of order would not treat them as ordinary wounded. These people were injured by the white masked man. Maybe they were possessed by someone's consciousness.

We must be on guard.

Several investigators returned to the association to experience the days of treatment in the confinement room. The audiences also dispersed after a wave of inexplicable memories were cleared. The bugs in their bodies disappeared, and it seemed that the curse had failed for them.

Everything was moving in a good direction, and people were also praising the efficiency of the Order Association.

Everyone dispersed. Everyone had their own things to do. After the excitement, they always had to return to peace.

The sun shone on the earth, giving everything a layer of gold.

However, at this moment, a pool of blood suddenly appeared on the ground. The blood bubbled up like a spring below. Soon, a man in a black robe emerged from it, and the blood quickly turned white and condensed into a mask on his face.

"That group of people is still as boring as ever."

Most of the members of the 04th unit have been stripped of their thoughts and act according to the instructions of the people behind them. They will not be easily affected by the provocation of the white mask believers, and these people never consider the cost when using mysterious items.

"Hiss... This is a bit troublesome. More than 30 believers have been captured. Now there is only this one left. Fortunately, those are only a small number of believers, otherwise it will be a real loss."

Garen patted the dust off his body and found that his mask had a crack, and it could not be filled no matter what.

This is the damage caused by the chain of the sun.

Let's not talk about these for the time being. After Garen recovered almost completely, he took out a statue from his sleeve. The appearance of this thing was extremely simple, as if it was a product that was casually molded with plaster.

It has wings on its back, and its body is divided into two parts, the lower part has four inconspicuous legs, and the upper part is similar to a person, but without a face.

Garn put it on the ground, stared at it, and suddenly laughed. His emotions finally got out of control, crying and laughing at the same time. Anyone who saw him would think he was crazy and walk around him, but Garn was just too happy to control himself.

He recalled what he saw not long ago, that was a pure golden pupil growing on the back of his neck. When he looked at it, the pupil was also looking at him.

Who would have thought that the eyes would actually derive their own consciousness, but its consciousness was cold and ruthless, as if it had completely become a tool for judgment.

Garn almost immediately realized his own powerlessness when he saw it for the first time. His body became stiff, and his skin felt torn, as if something foreign was protruding from it.

A voice echoed in his mind. Garn didn't understand what it meant, but he still chose to follow his instinct and wanted to see what would happen next.

He let the pollution spread all over his body.

After doing this, Garn directly discarded the unusable body.

That was just a carrier of his consciousness, and it was completely irrelevant.

Now, he had plenty of time to think about what the eye was. He suddenly had a crazy impulse in his heart, wanting to believe in the owner of the eye and offer everything to him.

Unfortunately, Garen already had his own beliefs.

He looked at the faceless statue on the ground. This thing was an image that everyone in the church came up with. All believers thought that such an image was perfect, and everyone respected their current god.

He needed to think about it seriously, after all, this thing was the only belief of the believers now.

"This thing can't speak, it's boring... But the disordered one is very interesting, and his style is surprisingly in line with the behavioral standards of our church."

"The eyes on his body seem to have the ability to force belief, and it is obvious that he is currently recruiting believers."

"Hehe, isn't this just right? Since you need believers, we can definitely help you with this, great..."

Garen was silent for a moment, and he read out the name with the will of his heart, and added words that shouldn't have been there.

"Oh, the great Lord of Faceless and Trade."

They were reluctant to give up their old faith, but they also wanted a new faith, so they simply mixed the names of the two sources of faith together, so that they could solve the problem once and for all.

And they didn't need to think about the summoning words, they could just use the previous ones.

"Let's modify it a little and make a distinction. He positions himself as a trader, right? Then the main meme should be a black businessman."

"Black businessman... Black businessman! Black businessman is a meme that requires a lot of brains."

Ga En thought for a moment, and soon, a new call came out of his mouth.

"The supreme soul that murmurs in the depths of darkness,

Wandering around the world to witness the uninhibited wanderers who are obsessed with gold and drunkenness,

The dark truth that rebuilds the bliss of nothingness and gives the joy of sinking, the incarnation of desire,

We sing the praises of desire,

Give gold as a gift,

Praise be to the Faceless Lord of Trade. "

"Praise be to our new Lord—"

"Ah ha ha ha ha, I can't stand it anymore! I can't stand it anymore!!! Someone kill me!"

Gaen's consciousness had begun to become abnormal, his laughter became more and more crazy, and his cries became more and more shrill. Gradually, he tried to use his own blood to design a new sacrificial array on the ground, but a figure appeared in front of him.

"It is true that the consciousness of being alone is still prone to problems. Look at yourself, you have begun to be unable to suppress those natures."

The voice was a mature female voice. The man in black robe looked up and saw a pretty woman looking down at him with disgust.

"You know, memes can easily get out of hand when there are too many, hehehe."

Ga En stood up disapprovingly, and the woman also took a few steps back.