Cyber Daming

"Your Majesty, the hall has turned black, which may be a sign of blood."

As a management priest within Black Dragon Capital, Tang Shangque never thought that one day he would be made such a prophecy by others.

In his eyes, this was no longer as simple as playing tricks on others, but a naked provocation.

The anger surging in his chest made Tang Shangqiao give up on the door of his home not far away, and turned around and turned into this ordinary alley that he had never noticed before.

The wooden eaves of the houses on both sides of the alley extend outward, forming a small space that can barely block the falling snow.

A fortune-telling stall covered with white cloth is huddled here. A man with a beard sits awkwardly behind the stall. He is wearing a Mingren green shirt that he got from someone who knows where. The collar and collar are badly worn. The cuffs showed a hint of shabbiness.

His face was pale from the cold, and although he tried his best to maintain a solemn look on his face, he still couldn't hide the subconscious trembling in his body.

"Another scum of society who has no skills and is not even qualified to be a labor slave. He is only qualified to cheat."

There are too many of this kind of trash in the hall. You only need to take a quick look to make an accurate judgment.

This ability to distinguish between strengths and weaknesses is what a qualified manager must possess.

The Sinmin District is the lowest administrative division in the entire Ming Empire. The basic treatment of the people here cannot be compared with that in the mainland of the empire.

The criminals can only rely on large and small companies to survive, and it is their lifelong dream to obtain a job that can be succeeded by "father after death".

For some criminals who are relatively better off, they can break the lock and advance through methods such as transforming their mechanical bodies, becoming managers in group companies, and completely changing their destiny.

In this environment of survival of the fittest, some garbage beings who cannot get a job position and do not have the potential to become obedient must try their best to obtain survival materials by any means if they want to survive.

Being a liar is one of the more common ways.

But this was the first time Tang Shangque had seen this unique way of deceiving someone in the Japanese area by pretending to be a native fortune teller from the empire.

"You just said that I had a bloody disaster, right?"

The man in the hall sat down in front of the stall and pointed to a fortune-telling flag standing behind the man. The drooping flag had the word "test" written on it.

"You'd better explain it to me clearly, or I'll tear down your stall right now and send you to the garrison!"

"Sir, please don't be angry. If I can make such a judgment, I have my own reasons. If you are not satisfied after I explain it, you don't need to push me away. I will surrender myself to the garrison."

The fortune teller looked calm and composed when faced with the arrogant tone of the hall.

He spoke fluent Ming Dynasty Mandarin, without any of the awkward intonations and harsh wording that are common among Japanese people.

"Are you Mingren?" The bird in the hall suddenly frowned and asked.

The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Sir, you have a keen eye."

The man in the hall hummed, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked at the other person with contempt, "Let's continue to count."

"As the saying goes, 'A tree lives with its bark, and a man lives with its breath.' Those who are prosperous have luck, those who live long have blessings, those who are righteous have chivalry, those who are good at fighting have murderous intent, and those who hold high positions have There is nobility, and those who control things vertically and horizontally are domineering!"

"Those who are full of energy will have everything go smoothly; those who are short of breath will suffer a violent death."

The fortune teller quickly got into the mood, and after showing off some mysterious words, he said solemnly: "Your face is pale, but your hall is abnormally dark. This is obviously a sign of bad luck."

"Are you sure it's my hall that turned black?" The bird in the hall said with a half-smile but not a smile.

"I'm traveling through the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the empire. I rely on these moves that are not mechanical eyes, but are better than mechanical eyes. I can't misread it!"

"interesting."

The man in the hall chuckled, "Then you didn't realize that my face is made of bionic skin? When you say that the Yintang is black, is it because my skin is necrotic?"

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The fortune teller's face was stunned, and after a moment he said with a smile: "It's not impossible."

"Sigh."

A Japanese language popped out of the bird's mouth in the hall, with a cold light shining in its eyes.

It seemed that the weather was too cold. The fortune teller shrank his neck into his clothes and said bitterly: "To be honest, sir, I almost became a follower of the agricultural order back then, so the imperial Chinese medicine is still better. If you If you want to change your skin, I can also provide services.”

While talking, the fortune teller lifted up the white cloth spread on the table and wrapped it around his body. The green shirt immediately turned into white.

At the same time, the flag inserted behind him rotated on its own, revealing the word "medical" behind the flag.

"No need, just show me your palm."

The bird in the hall said calmly, pulled up the sleeves of the priest's robe and put his right hand on the table.

"You have to see clearly this time!"

The fortune teller lowered his eyes and his face suddenly fell.

I saw a naked mechanical arm lying across the table, flashing with cold light.

The bird in the hall saw that the other party was still reluctant to speak, and the smile at the corner of his mouth immediately disappeared.

"Why, can't you see it?"

The fortune teller looked back at the flag behind him and saw that the flag was still hanging motionless. After a moment of silence, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I can see it!"

He grabbed the arm on the table and stared at the smooth palm.

"Without palm prints, does it mean that we can't make it up?"

The bird in the hall looked at the drooped head in front of him and sneered: "I learned some superficial physiognomy in Huang Liang's dream, and yet you dare to come out and cheat. You are unlucky to meet me today!"

The palms spread out on the table slowly clasped the five fingers together.

The sound of machinery operating is more chilling than the sound of falling snow.

"Seeing that I am in a good mood now, as long as you admit that Ming fortune-telling is not as good as our Japanese Shinto, I will let you go. Otherwise, you should figure out whether you will suffer a bloody disaster today!"

Just as the bird in the hall finished speaking, a wisp of cold wind finally passed through the alley.

That hanging flag moved now!

It flutters in the wind and makes a roaring sound.

Phew!

Two fingers inserted into Tang Shangque's neck like knives, and the nerves hidden in the flesh were instantly severed. The bone-piercing pain made a 'gurgling' sound come out of his mouth.

"Damn little Japanese dog, are you embarrassing me? What kind of Japanese Shinto is this? Isn't it just the scraps left over from my Yin-Yang sequence game? I really regard it as a treasure."

The fortune teller cursed, reached behind the bird's head with his other hand, and pulled out the brain orifice buried there.

Stab

Amidst the explosive arc of electricity, the cold body fell into the snow.

"Uncle Zou, can't we just kill him directly? As for pretending to be a ghost and blocking information, is it so troublesome?"

The fortune teller pulled off the white cloth from his body and threw it over the body while answering the childish voice coming from his chest.

"Xiaohua, you don't understand. This grandson's identity is not simple. On the surface, he is the management priest of Black Dragon Capital, but secretly, he is Honghu's puppet. If we kill him rashly and make the two parties aware of the abnormality, we will But it’s all in vain.”

"The most important thing is that this gives a sense of ceremony!"

He took off his green shirt, revealing the priest's robe that he had worn for a long time, wiped the sticky blood from the brain of the bird in the hall, and then put it on the back of his head.

A wire beam extended out and pierced into the brain machine.

At the same time, the facial features on his face moved quickly, and in an instant they became as indistinguishable as a bird in the hall.

"Xiaohua, please remember, now you can no longer call me Uncle Zou, you have to call me Uncle Que."

"I know." The female voice replied sweetly.

‘Tangshangque’ smiled with satisfaction and stepped out of the alley.

Behind him, the corpse covered with white cloth had been corroded away, leaving only a tattered pale skeleton, which was gradually submerged by the falling snowflakes.