Chapter 142 You Owe Me Money

Stones, bugs, walls, brooms, rats, fish...

Every time something was destroyed, these evil people would cheer loudly, and the clown finally couldn't bear it and let out a scream that was almost a roar, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

At this moment, his facial features gradually blurred as the tears fell, just like colored snow encountering heat, they began to melt, and every inch of melting was accompanied by the cheers of the white-masked cultists.

“These are gifts from God, and everything we experience is the gospel brought by Him.”

"We praise the Lord of Faceless and Trade, and may his Kingdom of God finally come to earth, and everyone will enjoy true bliss under his guidance."

"So His real name now is..."

"Riya Kercha!"

"Riya Kercha!"

"Riya Kercha!"

The group of people excitedly stretched their arms upwards and shouted Riya's full name loudly. At this time, the clown slowly stood up, and the facial features on his face had faded to the point of almost disappearing.

Despite this, he can still speak normally.

The scales on the clown's body continued to grow, and the tentacles on his chest seemed to have been suppressed, gradually shrinking and disappearing.

"He will not hear what we are saying. He refuses to acknowledge such a title."

"Can anyone really refuse the name of God? No, since someone chooses to become a god now, then we will help him to the end."

"He couldn't say no."

"He couldn't say no!"

The group of people started to quarrel, but the clown suddenly said: "If we recite the prayer of Faceless and Trade, do you think He will appear?"

"Ah, are you stupid? This thing can't happen. We have tried many times, and every time we waited, we failed.

Once, several of our members were even sacrificed and lost their lives. Even so, the sacrificial formation still did not respond at all, which shows that the current prayers are not reliable. "

"Then why do other gods' prayers take effect?"

"It is said that those are things that were circulated in forbidden books from a long time ago, but will we like that kind of thing? If we want to do it, we must be unique.

Hahahaha... Congratulations, you are already one of us! "

"I'll also congratulate myself - and I'm giving each of you a hug to celebrate this day."

The clown said excitedly, stretched out his arms and hugged the person next to him tightly. The person was very excited at first, but soon, with a "stab", his body was suddenly pierced by the black tentacles on the clown's chest. .

"Bang!"

The clown happily let go of his hand, and more tentacles sprouted from his body, while the white-masked cultist fell to the ground in shock and lost all movement.

"I want to say that if you want your prayers to be effective, it is not enough to sacrifice a little life. At the very least, the whole church must be buried with you."

At this time, the clown's face began to be covered with fluffy feathers and golden eyes. At this time, he was no longer himself, but little Sval.

Ria penetrated Sval's tentacles into the clown's body, allowing it to patiently corrode the clown's consciousness, and what the man in the white mask did next was even more helpful.

They destroyed the clown's consciousness, and Shivall could take the opportunity to find the meme card sewn into the clown's skin, and take the opportunity to reel it into the tentacles.

After doing all this, it became more and more unhappy as it looked at the people in the white masks. It threw a group of people against the wall with its tentacles, left the clown's body and crawled out like countless snakes.

Ahead is the exit, and those "snakes" gradually gather into a whole, slowly growing wings, heads, and claws.

It spread its wings and wanted to fly away, but unexpectedly an arrow suddenly pierced its body and shot it to the ground. The arrow that pierced the body just nailed it to the wall.

Little Shivall fluttered his body wildly. He felt as if he suddenly fell in love with the wall at first sight and was reluctant to leave, but this was only for a short time.

Soon, it used its own will to remove the pollution and return to normal. However, before it could decompose into tentacles, more arrows were shot at it.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

At the critical moment, the mythical creature suddenly opened its mouth and let out an ear-piercing scream.

The screams caused the arrows to lose their kinetic energy and fall to the ground. Red blood oozed from the ears of the believers, and they felt as if countless insects were gnawing at their brains, causing them great pain.

At this time, a figure appeared at the door.

Ria stood outside the door, her hands on the handle of her cane.

"Look, I'd say it's more convenient to catch them all in one go. There's no need to fight and kill when hunting. Peace is also a virtue."

As he spoke, he looked at the group of people in front of him, and the more he looked at them, the more strange they felt.

"Forget it... I don't know why, but I want to kill you when I see you. I'd better ask you to die together."

"Gu."

Little Shival turned into a tentacle and escaped from the shackles of the arrow, returned to Riya's body, and stretched out a tentacle to hand him something.

This thing is the Joker’s meme card.

On the card, a conjoined black and white clown is playing with a big ball painted with smiling faces. He has two heads on the left and right, one with a smiling face and the other with an angry face.

Only their clothes, noses and angry faces have color. The red and green crossed striped clown costumes, the green pointed-toe shoes with red pom-poms, and the funny star hats all add to the emotion on their colorful bodies. Completely embodied.

The back of the card is pure gray, with a square symbol in the upper right corner.

Obviously, this is a meme eight card.

"Interpretation is not so easy to interpret. It seems that I still have a long way to go to meme seven."

Riya put away the cards and found that the clown was still alive.

The believers looked at him motionless, as if they were stupid. Riya pointed the gun at them, but they still did not react.

They were stunned like dying rabbits.

Obviously there was a problem, but everything the white mask did was reasonable, and Riya was too lazy to guess their brain circuits.

The sharp tentacles that suddenly emerged from the four walls pierced them all, and the young man turned and left. After a moment, a mechanical voice sounded, and the people of order received a report and found here.

However, when they got close to the group of white-masked believers, the group of people had all lost their breath.

The normal people among them had all died, and the patients all left on their own, and no one found the trajectory of their escape.

The clown's figure was undoubtedly the most distorted one. The meme card was not destroyed, and he was not dead, but death was a better ending at this moment.

The members of the association looked at each other and found out from the identity verification that the clown was the criminal they wanted.

There was a note on the ground.

"This guy has nothing to do with the Disordered. The Disordered helped you catch him.

Secondly, you owe me fifty-eight silver coins."