I Became an Anonymous Boss

"I trust my own judgment." Bai Taki was puzzled: "You hate this kind of person?"

"...Yes." Lan Xiangxue puffed her cheeks and said awkwardly, this kind of cute reaction was rare for her.

Maybe it's not just the shadow, she doesn't like anyone who walks too close to the young master.

"This person really doesn't care about his image, he is sloppy, he doesn't care about his clothes, he has almost no integrity, and his IQ is not high." Shirataki commented: "But there is one thing that is good."

Xiuyu blinked her eyes—he valued friendship?

"No, it's a stalker." Bai Taki laughed, "Think about it, two of his friends broke up with him, and he thought about it for three days and three nights, but still couldn't figure it out, and in the end he was able to shamelessly chase him over. Isn’t this what stalking is? Can ordinary people do it?”

"Is this an advantage?" Lan Xiangxue was puzzled.

"Yeah, with such a thick skin, what else can't be done?" Shirataki said, "People are often bound by some inexplicable self-esteem, but he doesn't have it. It was only when we met us that we learned the news, no matter what the final result is, at least try our best, if there is no parting from yesterday, it is the regret of missing this life."

Lan Xiangxue was silent, she said: "It seems that he really values ​​that friend very much."

Shirataki smiled knowingly: "Maybe, this is the friendship between men, girls will not understand."

Lan Xiangxue unconsciously puffed up her face again: "Master, what you said really taught me, taught me... to feel chilly!"

Shirataki caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and he was really bulging with anger.

Then he glanced at Xiuyu again, she was not angry when she was angry.

Xiuyu sensed the malicious gaze, and Princess Zhenguo frowned—what are you looking at?

"I don't want to be named Marquis, I hope Haibo will be peaceful." Bai Taki read out the poem slowly.

"?" A question mark rose above Xiuyu's head - have you ever been appointed as a Marquis or Prime Minister?

"You're still young, so it's normal to not understand." Bai Taki paused and said, "When you grow older, you will naturally understand."

A black line hangs down from Xiuyu's forehead. She is very big, already in her 20s, and 26 years old is already regarded as the best in the world in the eyes of ancient people.

Shirataki had a mysterious smile, but it was very subtle.

After being in contact with Duan Mujin for a long time, his driving speed has gradually surpassed that of ordinary people, and his driving skills are even more unmatched.

Unfortunately, no one in this world can keep up with the speed of the Sajia. They are so pure that they can't even see the taillights.

Xiuyu pulled up her sleeves—then you continue to read poems.

"Okay, listen carefully." Bai Taki smiled proudly: "I and the general take off our battle robes, from now on the king will not go to court early."

Boom——!Princess Xiuyu, start the hammer!

Chapter 210 Eight Ghost City

By the broken bridge outside the station, the lonely sandbar is cold.

Shirataki walked up to the Broken Bridge with a red lantern in his hand, and across the Broken Bridge he saw a shadow with a red lantern on the other side.

The two looked at each other silently across the broken bridge, as if they could see through the thousand years of grievances and hatreds at a glance, and then...

"Ugh..." Bai Taki turned his head away, and retched twice: "This stinky ditch smells too strong."

"You throw up when you see people, aren't you rude!" Shadow looked up at the sky: "It's really a bit festive to hold two red lanterns here."

"Yes, if you hang two red candles above your head and hold two strings of firecrackers, it will be even more festive." Bai Taki leaned against the broken bridge with his arms folded, "Wait, who will come when it gets dark?" Accepted."

"Who?"

"Ghost knows."

"That's right, go to the ghost market, of course the ghosts know." Shadow also squatted on the edge of the broken bridge: "I'm really surprised, you are really willing to help find Brother Mo."

"Do I look like someone who doesn't even keep their promises?"

"Don't make trouble." Shadow pulled out a piece of grass and held it in his mouth, chewing on the taste of the grass root: "Who can keep their promises?"

"You scold again?"

"Don't get excited. I'm telling the truth. Anyone can tell a lie. Is a person who can't tell a lie still a person? That's a god." Shadow said, "So no one will know whether it's a lie or not until the result comes. It's not that no one thinks he is a warrior, but he actually found out that he was really afraid of death when he went to the battlefield, and the result of taking it for granted is different."

"You slept all day, why did you suddenly awaken the talent of a philosopher?" Bai Taki said in shock: "The logic of thinking has become clearer by more than one level."

"Do you really think of me as a fool?" Shadow stared with big eyes: "I just know my own weakness, so I choose to follow my heart."

"I agree with that, but why did you go to the ghost market?" Bai Taki asked, "That's not a safe place."

"Brother Mo has an accident, I can't ignore it." Shadow said: "We agreed, whoever leaves late will collect his body. I don't want to lose money for his coffin, so I can only save him as much as possible. He sent me to the end."

"Your logic is so clear that I can't argue with it." Bai Taki sighed like a genius.

"And why are you going?" Shadow rubbed the back of his head: "It looks like you've come out to explore the rivers and lakes, and your strength is also very strong, just for the sake of gaining insight?"

"Is that not enough reason?"

"Enough, of course it is enough." Shadow said and lowered his head.

Shirataki asked: "Do you want to spit out a mouthful of phlegm and call 'crazy'?"

Shadow raised his head strangely, and he covered his heart: "Do you have mind reading skills?"

Bai Taki laughed, then he took a sip and cursed: "Damn mentally retarded."

Shadow didn't know how to react.

"Don't feel weird, I'm just an ordinary person. Even the land gods who go to the sky and enter the earth are also ordinary people. What's the essential difference? Idiot who doesn’t know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt... It’s better to say that I also want to live by counting money, and if money is dung, then I’d rather be a dung beetle.”

Bai Taki looked at the dark sky: "This vast starry sky is endless, but it has nothing to do with ordinary people. Ordinary people always look down at the earth, work hard with their feet on the dirt, and live a solid life all their lives. Open your eyes and close your eyes. The eyes are all about basic necessities, food, shelter, and transportation, and this is the truth in the eyes of many people... You don’t look down on people from the Jianghu, and you don’t understand what their dreams are, so just think about living a stable life for the rest of your life.”

Shadow scratched the back of his head, not embarrassed to be punctured: "You are... quite weird, why do you seem to know everything?"

"Of course I understand. No one understands better than me. After all, my dream is to have three bedrooms and one living room." Bai Taki added the prefix 'three bedrooms and one living room in Shanghai' in his heart: "Not everyone will envy flying to the sky and escaping to the ground. Immortal. Sometimes, people are not unwilling to be ordinary, but they will not forgive themselves who are willing to be mediocre. People have to do a big thing, and don’t wait until they are old and wavering, and then start to regret it.”

Shadow was even more strange: "It's not like you have no choice."

Shirataki said, "Why do you say that?"

Shadow enviously said: "I heard that many rich women want to support you, can you teach me, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

"Okay, I will find someone with diabetes to wake you up later, and give you some sweetness to taste."

"Hey." Shadow sighed deeply: "So, rich women don't exist, right?"

"I don't know if rich women exist or not, but..." The red lantern in Bai Taki's hand ignited automatically, he raised his hand, covered his hood, and covered his face: "We should go, let's go, go to the ghost The city will find you a rich woman."

After his words fell, a family of carriages floated from the end of the road as if they didn't have any weight at all.

"This car..." Shadow swallowed a mouthful of spit: "It can't be a hearse, can it?"

"Wouldn't it be great to live to experience a hearse drift?" Bai Taki said indifferently, "Even if it's the car going to Cainhurst, don't panic."

He got into the carriage, and the two of them hardly felt any bumps along the way. They only felt that when the carriage crossed the broken bridge, a deep door opened.

In just the blink of an eye, a long distance has been traveled.

The carriage was parked on the side of the road, and the entrance of the market was already in front of it, an ancient city pass.

The moment Shirataki's feet landed on the ground, he clearly felt the perception distortion on the spatial level, and he was dazzled for a moment.

As a traveler who comes and goes freely, he is particularly sensitive to the perception of space. Obviously, this ghost city is not located on the main plane of suffering.

For high-level practitioners, his understanding is not very deep, and he has only seen three or two of the Heavenly King Realm, and almost no living ones above this.

I have seen a lot of dead people.

After all, two years ago, he often fought back and forth, and dug up the remains of strong men every now and then. Many of the tombs were only in the main world, and the inner parts were in the secret realm, just like the ghost market in front of him. location.

Shirataki raised his hand to sense the interface illusoryly, and then his expression relaxed. Although it was an exterior scene, it did not affect his use of the gate.

After confirming the escape route, you can retreat at any time. Since you can retreat by force, you have to panic with a hammer and start working hard!

Holding a red ghost lamp, enter the ghost city!

Such as passing through the gates of the city, passing through the gates of ghosts, the concentration of Yin Qi between the land makes people chill in the bone marrow.

A ruthless person like Bai Taki, who protects the body with the demonic qi, can act freely no matter whether he is surrounded by aura, monster, devil, ghost, yin, or evil. He is domineering and erases all the sharpness, but the shadow is not capable of this. The moment he came in, he was a little trembling, like a southerner who went to the street without long johns.

"External scene... Or, in the ghost country of the underworld, the person who is qualified to control this ghost city is at least a ghost at the level of a ghost god." Bai Taki murmured.

"Let's hurry up." Shadow had a hard time speaking, it was not used to the yin here.

Shirataki patted him on the shoulder and said, "Walking with the lantern in your arms will make you feel much more comfortable."

The shadow recruited, and sure enough, after hugging the red ghost lamp, the influence of the yin energy dropped a lot. He was relieved, and now he was thinking about looking around. This ghost market is very big and quite lively. There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and more than [-]% of them are inhuman ghosts.

There are ghosts everywhere, but not all of them are resentful souls, most of them are practitioners. People are Qi practitioners in life, and they can become ghost cultivators after death. Many dead souls linger in the shadows and become orphans. Ghosts and ghosts have insufficient opportunities and gradually lose their sanity, but if there is a formula to keep their spirits lingering, gradually strengthen themselves, and condense yin energy to shape the ghost body, it will naturally be much different from ordinary ghosts and resentful ghosts.

However, this is a ghost market after all, and the things bought and sold are not rouge and gouache, kit Kat objects, calligraphy and painting pens and inks.

The shadow glanced casually, and saw a meat stall on the side of the road, with fresh hearts and livers hanging on it, which seemed to be alive!

A man rushed to the front of the stall and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me a bowl of spirit blood from the spirit deer..."

The stall owner was a butcher with a butcher knife in his hand, and with a ghostly aura, he said, "Ten ghost coins."

"I trade things."

"Yes, a good heart." The butcher said lightly: "Remember, it must be fresh."

The man with a hoarse voice narrowed his eyes and said, "Wait."

After saying that, he turned his head and rushed into the street, staring at two passers-by, then rushed forward with a grin, and fought in the street.

The two people who came, a man and a woman, didn't know the dangers of the ghost market or anything else. They were cautious on the way, so they were targeted.

The woman's reaction was a little slower, and the man subconsciously stepped forward to protect him. As soon as this standard death stance with half of the body in front of him appeared, he would naturally be unable to survive. A palm slapped his chest, and his chest exploded. The spine exploded, flesh and bones spilled all over the street, and a drop of blood splashed on the corner of Shirataki's clothes, causing him to frown. , turn a blind eye throughout.

After the man was killed, the woman didn't scream, she was shocked for about two seconds, she drew her sword and roared to avenge her revenge, and then with just one move, the woman with a small success in Qi training was wrung off her neck by the crazy man with bare hands. The body was thrown in front of the booth.

"Fresh heart and liver." The man took off his hood, revealing his skinny face and limbs: "Linglu blood, give it to me quickly."

The stall owner glanced at the corpse, and the butcher said flatly, "I've changed my mind, you two hearts!"

The skinny man became angry, but seeing the ghostly boning knife in the butcher's hand, he held back and was about to turn around and kill another one.

At this time, a ray of red came across the sky, blasted down at a speed beyond the naked eye, and directly penetrated the back of the skinny man's head.

A woman approached slowly, her face was blurred, as if the eyes, nose and mouth of different people were piled up, beautiful but unreal, this is a painted skin ghost.

Ghost took back the red silk, handed the skinny man to the butcher, and said with a smile: "Two hearts, give me a cup of spirit deer blood."

The butcher laughed heartily, turned around to kill the deer and let the blood out, and after a while, he put a cup of steaming blood on the stall.