I Became an Anonymous Boss

Painted Skin Ghost raised his head and drank the hot blood, then dropped the cup, licked his lips, and floated away.

Shadow looked dumbfounded, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart: "This is the ghost market..."

Shirataki also opened his eyes: "There is also this kind of prostitution method, I have learned a lot."

Chapter 210 Nine First Update

The more comprehensive the regulatory system and the stronger the enforcement of the law, the safer the society and the higher the safety index of ordinary people.

However, in ancient times, no matter how strong the supervision was, there was a limit. It was impossible to spread monitoring facilities all over the streets like modern times. To achieve a high-level supervision system, manpower was needed, and feudal dynasties did not have such large financial resources to supervise the society. So many times there will be a situation of "state-owned state law, family has family rules", and the management of different regions can only rely on their local self-control.

If ordinary people live in their hometown, it may be difficult to witness a fight in the rivers and lakes for ten or eight years, and even gang fights should be avoided as much as possible.

However, once walking in the rivers and lakes, the barbaric, violent, bloody and cruel side will be gradually revealed.

On the surface, the Confucian thought that peace is the most important has faded away, while a set of code of conduct that is based on fame and fortune behind it has secretly raised the priority.

It's just that most of the time, it won't tear your face.

People are the world of the rivers and lakes, living in the world of the rivers and lakes where knights are everywhere, everyone has to keep a three-point face.

Just like the ancient bodyguard bureaus, they often did not really rely on martial arts to run the darts, but relied on personal connections, and they were people with the ability to save face.

But this formula has completely failed here.

This is a ghost market, where monsters and ghosts are rampant, and it is a place that people should not come to.

So the last veil of warmth was torn off, leaving only the cruel law of life and death.

Anyone who walks here must be careful, otherwise they will be swallowed alive by something in an instant.

Shadow was walking halfway, full of fear, holding the lantern, which looked unnatural no matter what.

He was walking nervously, when he bumped into something suddenly, and looked down, it was a little girl carved in jade.

Holding the flower basket in her hand, the girl asked with a smile, "Big brother, do you want flowers?"

Shadow thought that there were actually children in the ghost city, and he asked doubtfully, "Many, how many?"

"No, it's free."

Shadow looked at the flowers in the flower basket, they were strangely shaped, the blue and purple ones were beautiful, and he was about to reach out to take them.

Bai Taki raised his hand and grabbed the back of the shadow's neck, and glanced at the little girl: "You also bring the funeral flowers from the childhood as a gift? Let's talk about it when we are mature."

The little girl froze for a second, then cut her head, and then turned her head 180 degrees, revealing another old face behind her head, pushing the crowd away, cursing, "I actually met someone who knows the goods..."

"Corpse incense and burying flowers?" Shadow turned his head.

"This is a special kind of flower that parasitizes on the human body." Shirataki said: "The corpse incense burial flower in its infancy is no different from ordinary flowers. Once touched, it can't be picked off. It will parasitize in the blood, and then the flowers Gradually go deep into the heart, drain all the blood, and finally the human and the flower become one, turning into a real vegetable, and then the result... The parasitized person will fall into hallucinations, feel almost no pain, and lose the five senses within a month, and within half a year paralyzed and died a year later."

Shadow shivered: "Then if I touch it..."

Bai Taki raised his chin: "Just like that person."

The shadow looked in the direction of the line of sight, at the other end of the street, there was a blue-purple flower growing on the arm of a young man with a grim expression.

"This person is going to become a flower fertilizer." Bai Taki said flatly: "The fruit of the corpse incense burial is a good thing, and it is inevitable that someone will use this trick to entrap passers-by."

"This is too desperate." Shadow's hairs stood up: "You, how do you know so much?"

"Because I used to be Captain Mojin." The corner of Bai Taki's mouth twitched. Why do players know the map?He must have run many times, stepped on all kinds of traps, and he was caught in the past, but the strong man had no choice but to cut off the life of Xiao Zuocai who was glued to him.

He let go of his hand, and patted Shadow on the shoulder: "Anyway, you stand still and walk, you look so frightened, don't you just tell others that you are a rookie, waiting to be plucked?"

Shadow nodded, trying to bring up his courage, he said in his heart to be brave, there is nothing to be afraid of!When a person is dead, his egg is turned upside down, and he will not die for thousands of years!

He patted his cheek and bravely took a step forward, I can do it!

Then a huge black bear came towards him, and the other party glanced at it. The moment his eyes met, his courage collapsed, and he lowered his head again, like a howling Erha Jing.

Awow... The defeated dog whines.

The black bear spirit showed a humanized mocking expression, strode past, and left a piece of advice: "You come to visit some ghost market at such a young age, and you were almost frightened."

Shirataki comforted: "This may be too difficult for you, get used to it slowly, at worst, start practicing again in the next life, and strive for zero mistakes."

Shadow was so aggrieved that he couldn't speak, if it wasn't for the ghost city, he could completely let go of his littering morals.

However, in this ghost market, the consequence of attracting ghosts' attention is likely to be made into a dozen home-cooked dishes.

The joys and sorrows of humans and ghosts are not the same.

As a comedian, it's just too hard for me to be in this horrendous environment.

The decadent shadow lowered its head.

Bai Taki conveniently pulled out some of the eyes inserted in his body, that is, to observe the mark and strange breath.

At the same time, he was secretly thinking about Brother Mo's whereabouts.

For such a big ghost market, it takes less than half an hour to walk, which is estimated to be as big as the entire West Lake.

It can be regarded as finding a needle in a haystack, where can I find him?

In case Brother Mo has turned into a dragon and is split into seven parts, is it possible that he has to be reassembled before he can summon the undead?

If this is made into a dish, you have to go to the toilet and beat Lao Ba to make him spit out what he ate?

Impossible, this is too outrageous, I am not an alchemist, how can I become a human from fertilizer.

Besides, all Yu-Gi-Oh players know how low the probability of summoning the Dark Mage is. If Brother Mo is really cut into seven equal parts, this task should not be 'rescue', but to fulfill his last wish, to bring him His ashes were scattered on the highest mountain in the Nine Realms.

Only in this way can it be logical to start the wonderful adventure of God of War and his dog.

"In general, I think Brother Mo should still be alive." Bai Taki said after careful and careful analysis.

"I think so too, but the question is, where can I find it?" Shadow rubbed the back of his head: "The ghost market here doesn't have a commodity area marked, it would be great if there was a discount area."

Shirataki paused: "Discount area?"

"That's right, Brother Mo's products, even if they are sold, they will definitely be quickly sold and depreciated into second-hand products. Let's go to second-hand shops and second-hand markets to find them..." Shadow analyzed seriously.

"You're right." Bai Taki suddenly said, "Why didn't I expect this to happen."

"Ah? Is there really a discount area? You don't really believe it, do you? Brother Mo doesn't even count second-hand goods, it must be a free gift! Why don't we go to the garbage dump outside the city to look through it?" turn."

Shirataki went straight to a vendor on the side of the road. The stalls were full of antiques, most of which had a bit of a cold aura. It is a real burial genital unearthed, but this is not important.

"Welcome..." Ghost Xiu with a mustache said casually, "Let's have a look, come, come, let's make money with money."

"Not making money, just asking for directions."

"If you don't buy anything, just go, don't block me from doing business."

Bai Taki took out three coins: "Here, can I ask the way?"

Ghost Xiu narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Yes, but you need to pay more."

Bai Taki put away the coin, clenched his fist, and a thunder light floated in his palm: "Here, can I ask the way?"

Ghost Xiu shrank back: "Yes, it's free."

Bai Taki put the coin on the booth, and clenched his fist again: "Then add this, can you tell me the truth?"

Guixiu cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency, just ask, I know everything without talking."

"Are there any slave traders in the ghost market?" Shirataki asked.

"Slave?" Guixiu smiled blankly, then shook his head and laughed: "Your Excellency wanted to buy a slave, but you came to the wrong place, you should go to the demon market, not the ghost market, where there are mostly ghosts, and the people who buy and sell are all Yin Qi and ghost Qi There are a lot of flesh and blood businesses that are rich in the needs of practice, and they pay attention to freshness, but most of them are dead things, and it is difficult for living things to come in. Except for the Red Ghost Lantern Festival, where are the living things moving around wantonly."

He pointed to his lower body again: "Besides, we ghost cultivators are not living people. We have long since lost this part of our troubles, and we don't pursue family inheritance. What do you think I want this iron rod for? What do I want this slave for?" use?"

"Good guy." Shadow touched his nose: "What a useless stick."

"Big sticks are useless, others are useful." Ghost Xiu Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie laughed strangely: "You Qi training, Yaozu must not understand what kind of gameplay is like a long-time friendship, it is much more exciting and lasts longer. "

"Brother, I think..."

"You don't want to!" Shirataki gave Shadow a kick: "Speaking of business, there is no slave trade here, but does the trade in living things really not exist at all?"

"It's not that there are no monsters, but there are very few of them, and almost all of them are slaughtered to drink their blood and eat their hearts and livers, but there seem to be other places..." Guixiu said hesitantly: "But my mind is a bit confused, maybe I have been dead for too long. The brain is solidified, and the memory is not smooth..."

Shirataki clenched his fist expressionlessly: "May I use the ancestral TV repair method to help you recall?"

"Don't bother me, I'll do it myself." Ghost Xiu patted his head, his hand pierced the spirit of the sky, pierced into the virtual soul, kneaded it for a while, and then withdrew his hand: "Well, I remembered, just In the first three streets, turn right and go straight, there is a street where there are several puppet shops... Human puppets are made of living people into puppets, which can be used by ghosts to hide, that is, living dead people, maintenance troubles and easy damage , but it’s very popular, and this industry also pays attention to craftsmanship, you might as well go and have a look, maybe you can find fresh puppets.”

Chapter 220 Shadow: I'm too fierce!

Human puppets, in short, are vests.

People can wear clothes, and so can ghosts, but ordinary clothes cannot be worn, so they need flesh and blood.

Living people like dolls, girls like Barbie dolls, and men like silicone dolls. In fact, they are all pretty much the same, so it is reasonable for dead ghosts to like living dolls, not to mention that beautiful puppets can still wear them, literally. .

This is similar to the supernatural power of the painted skin ghost, but it is weaker. First of all, the maintenance of human puppets is relatively difficult. Even if it is a living dead, it needs to ensure freshness. If it is put aside, it may starve to death, so it must be pulled out from time to time. Basking in the sun keeps mushrooms from growing.

For most ghost cultivators, the role of a puppet is a beautiful dress.

So gradually the makers of human puppets began to pursue excellence, and different branches appeared, just like some people want household robots for daily life, such as Ai Li in Detroit; .

Unlike mechanical man-made, the production of human puppets requires a lot of materials. Ordinary humans can't meet the requirements at all, so they can only look for better materials. Either they are powerful innate warriors, or they are just...

"A non-human race with a special bloodline." Bai Taki pondered: "It seems that Brother Mo's background is not simple."

"Brother Mo didn't often talk about his background before. Every time he mentioned these topics, he would subconsciously avoid them and say that he was already a piece of trash. Wouldn't it be trash if he came from a better background? I think it makes sense, so I didn't ask any further questions. Yes." Shadow replied.

"No idea at all?"

"That's not true." Shadow said cautiously, "I touched his butt before."

Bai Taki immediately walked away with a distance of five steps: "Say it again?"

"They just bumped into each other accidentally when they were taking a shower." Shadow hastily explained: "Who is interested in a man's butt! Although it is indeed quite upturned."

"So what are you trying to say? Feels good?"

"No, no, the hand feel is actually quite bad, the meat is rough and messy, the buttocks are still black and numb, and all the mud is rubbed on it, so I took the knife..."

"?" Shirataki felt that this topic was gradually starting to go wrong.

"Because it was too dirty, I took a knife to scrape the mud on his butt, but when the knife went up, he screamed out." Shadow made a gesture of scraping fish scales: "Two knives down, the mud falls off Yes, three swords down, the sword is broken."

"Is this guy's ass made of round diamonds?"