Chapter 512 Fatal Question

"oh?"

Hearing the word "angel", Ria became somewhat interested.

I don’t know if the so-called angel is the angel of Meme 1 in his impression. Let’s not mention what means these people used to obtain the flesh and blood of angels. If they are really those guys, normal people will only... Accelerates death.

It is unknown what kind of changes will occur. Perhaps he will age rapidly and then die after a lifetime in just three seconds, or his body will gradually split and he will see thousands of himself fighting with each other and then die suddenly.

In any case, no one can gain eternal life from angels who have experienced memetic pollution. Their flesh and blood are extremely poisonous to ordinary people and are a shortcut to death.

But now someone threatened that angel blood would be sold in the restaurant, and that this was a story that had happened in history. This scene made Riya slightly refreshed.

Gluttony and famine... The famous rich people, the high-end restaurants where they spend a lot of money——

While Riya was still thinking, a different kind of movement suddenly came from the distance.

There were four or five waiters gathered in front of a man who looked like he was worth a lot of money. The professional smiles on the faces of the waiters had disappeared, and they looked at the people in front of them with eyes that were as disgusting as looking at excrement.

"Sir, are you not willing to pay for the cost of our wooden tables and chairs from seed to finished product?"

"Ah? Are you having a brain cramp? All my money has been taken away! Don't push yourself too far! Why don't you start calculating from the price when the Creator created the world?"

"Well, that's a good idea, but we're not that unconscionable yet. Sir, we can't afford the price. You still have the clothes and jewelry on your body."

As the waiter spoke, the clothes on the other person's body suddenly disappeared, and the white old body was exposed in the light.

Kraden's eyes opened wider and wider, and Riya silently stretched out a hand to cover little Sval's eyes.

"As if that's not enough..." The waiters came closer and closer, "But it doesn't matter, sir, you still have yourself."

“Even if everything is lost, you still have yourself to pay for.”

"Guards, blood, body, soul...these things cannot be measured by price, but as long as enough is given, it is not impossible to trade."

"What do you want to do!?" The rich man watched the waiters getting closer and closer to him, and disappeared after screaming.

During this period, no one onlookers came forward to help, and many people were even gloating about the misfortune.

At this time, another waiter brought several plates of meat from the direction of the kitchen and placed them on the dining table. The delicious meat was topped with tempting sauces, and leaves and flowers of unknown plants were placed on top as decoration.

But how could Ruria not see that the meat came from the old man just now?

The old man couldn't pay and was classified as a poor man. The rich took pleasure in the poor, eating their flesh and blood and eating their fat and bones. They killed him and then divided him up. From this point of view, the rest of the meat was also became suspicious.

"Be careful not to eat anything in here."

Although everything in front of him was just an illusion, Riya still reminded him that he had not forgotten the customs clearance conditions here, so when those people asked him if he wanted to taste the newly served meat and pay the extra price for it, Riya acquiesced. .

Then, he got a plate of meat, and those people stared at him eagerly, as if they wanted to see him eat it to feel at ease.

He had rich experience in this situation. The next moment he saw the young man put the plate on the dining table, sat down slowly, tied his napkin, picked up the knife and fork, and then used the magician's ability to put the things in his mouth. transfer. On the surface, it means that he eats everything.

The waiters were full of smiles: "How does it taste?"

"Very special."

"It represents the weight of money, so it's certainly special and there's even some gold leaf sprinkled on it."

As he said that, the waiters came closer to Riya, stretched out their fingers and asked for a tip. Riya stretched out his hand and was about to give it when he heard the waiter opposite said something to him.

“There’s nothing in return for your efforts here, and a lot of times, nothing will come of your trade.”

Ria thought she heard it wrong, because the voice was not like what the waiter said at all. It was a low-pitched, young voice without any thoughts or emotions. The words were just stating a fact.

His pupils dilated for a moment, not because the words sounded like he was denying his meme, but because the voice sounded somewhat similar to his own.

"Sir, sir?"

The waiter waved his hand and noticed that Riya became unhappy after being stunned. He thought this was a behavior that was very inconsistent with aristocratic etiquette, and the other party should pay more money for it.

Riya acquiesced to this behavior, and then looked to the side. He was now in Meme 2, and the symptoms of supernatural erosion would only get worse. Hearing random sounds was not enough to make him suspicious.

When the dance started, people were dancing. Riya and the others stood nearby and watched with cold eyes. As they watched, Riya suddenly asked Craden: "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Ah, is this something I can answer?"

Craden didn't dare to talk. He didn't know much about Riya, but it was certain that this person was full of bad intentions. No one knew what he was thinking. Apart from that, Craden was sure that Riya's strength was absolutely great. powerful.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could have demolished the building that trapped them, but Riya did not do that. Instead, she patiently played house with them.

Craden didn't know how he came up with this word, but he felt that Riya was enjoying being with other people.

"Can't you answer that?"

Riya was slightly silent, but little Shival kept talking "gurgling". No one could understand what it was saying, but it seemed that he was happy to pour all the praises in the world on Riya.

"Regardless of the past, extraordinary beings will gradually lose their humanity as soon as their memes become high, and become no different from those extraordinary creatures and mythical creatures."

Riya stared at the dancing crowd and smiled: "It's a destined ending. How many people want to struggle but can't. We are like new ants that the world is trying to fool. The best ending is just to escape from the nest and then I discovered that there is such a vast and powerless sky for ants.”

"Kladen, in the face of a world like this, do you still want it to continue to exist?"

As if mentioning it casually, Riya asked this question to Craden, but there was no trace of his usual casualness on his face.