I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Almost, I looked at the piece covered with mud, it's a large scale." Shadow thought for a while and said, "It's very hard, and it looks pretty after washing. I'm talking about the butt, which turns pink after shaving." It's pink and tender."

"It turned out to be a fish demon." Bai Taki said thoughtfully, "No, it might also be an amphibian."

"In short, Brother Mo's background is definitely not simple. Who knows if it is a hammerhead shark."

"Why a hammerhead and not a great white?"

"Because his head is as hard as a hammer."

"It's well-founded and convincing."

While chatting about brother Mo's butt problem, the two followed the guidance given by the stall owner before and came to the foot of the ghost market. There was less ghost traffic here and it was obviously quieter, but the danger was not reduced because of this.

There are vendors on both sides of the other streets. Walking in the middle of the road, you always feel that you are being watched. There are all kinds of ghosts smiling at you on both sides of the road. You may even wave and say "brother Come and take a look, there are fresh ones, while they are hot'.

At this time, people had the illusion that they were walking in the new land of Toda in Osaka. The bustards and young ladies on both sides of the road were smiling very charmingly, and the hooking of fingers could make people's hearts throb.

The difference is that the former is afraid, while the latter is afraid of not having enough money.

When you come to this street, your attitude will be much more humble, as if you are walking among the buildings in Yoshiwara, Tokyo. There will be shadows passing by.

Maybe it's the difference between taking the amount and taking the kidney.

Shirataki gasped, trying to offset the malice from the street shops with yellow glasses, but finally gave up.

Strange-shaped non-human objects twisted and twisted, and their blurred outlines could be seen clearly through the gate. There was even a human centipede hanging in one of the shops as a display board, which made people's scalps tingle.

"Ito Junji's exhibition room, this is..."

Shirataki felt the great pressure, his smile was not small, and his expression gradually became serious.

On the other hand, the shadow became much more relaxed. Because there were fewer pedestrians, he didn't feel too much danger, and his steps drifted instead.

Shirataki wanted to say that Shadow should be more stable, but he asked strangely, "You don't seem to be nervous anymore?"

"Yes, I may be used to it." Shadow held his head high and said, "The main reason is that this street is not scary."

"Not scary?" Bai Taki looked left and right, there were some monsters and ghosts in the streets on both sides, is it because my spirit vision is too high?

"It's not scary, they're just ordinary shops." Shadow said matter-of-factly.

Shirataki pointed to a human skin balloon hanging on a shop: "That thing, isn't it scary?"

"It's just a balloon, what's so scary?"

"What about this one?" Shirataki pointed to a throne made of white bones in a furniture store.

"Ordinary chairs don't look very solid, but they are quite creative."

"What about this one?" Shirataki pointed to a bloody wheel in a toy store.

"Such a big carriage wheel?" Shadow asked in surprise, "It's the first time I've seen it."

"???" Bai Taki said in the end, is there something wrong with you or something wrong with me, I am not afraid of seeing real ghosts, but I am overwhelmed by these things, you think it's nothing?Boy, you may need to take a look at the complete works of Elm Street and the works of Junji Ito to increase your appreciation of horror works.

While he was exhausted, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and then his footsteps stopped, and he leaned over by a ghost.

"This is?" Shirataki looked at the device in front of him: "A gashapon machine?"

The gashapon machine, which is exactly the same as the coin smashing device in the video game city, is just placed in the ghost city full of fierce ghosts, and it is painted in pink.

The contrast was so strong that Shirataki immediately began to question whether this shop was opened by a traveler.

"Soul Vending Machine." Shadow read the instructions above: "It seems that you can turn it three times by inserting a ghost coin. The balls are filled with ordinary living souls, and there seem to be some high-quality ghosts."

"For most ghost cultivators, the living soul is a tonic, three times for one ghost coin." Bai Taki did the calculations, then quickly gave up thinking, and spread his hands: "No matter how you calculate the lucky draw, the merchant has earned it."

He took out a Ming coin and stuffed it in, turned it around, and a round egg fell out of the vibrating gashapon machine.

"Didn't you say that the merchants make money no matter what? You can't get good products."

"You go shopping, who doesn't earn your money? Anyway, it's money from the underworld." Bai Taki twisted a second time: "Tsk, it's an ordinary living soul again."

"It makes sense, let me try!" Shadow also twisted the machine, watching the gashapon machine gurgling and turning, and finally dropped an egg painted blood red: "Eh? See if I got a rare egg?" Have you tasted it?"

Shadow smiled like a dog seal, showing off the rare egg in his hand that seemed to be about to ooze blood...

However, these Erha people may have forgotten that the rare grades opened in the ghost city are not legendary epic weapons or armors, but ghosts that will kill you three thousand times.

Bai Long suddenly had a subtle feeling, is he lucky or not?

In case a ghost bride is opened, will it make a profit or a loss?

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner, and a five-year-old doll snatched the rare egg from the shadow's hand.

The shadow was robbed of the rare props, and immediately became anxious: "You wait for me! Give me back the egg!"

"Slightly slightly slightly~" The dead soul of the five-year-old child sticks out his tongue, full of mischievous smiles.

"This kid!"

"This is the dead soul of a child." Bai Taki looked at the round egg opened in his hand, and said, "The soul of a child lingers after the child's death and becomes a dead soul."

"Is it great?"

"Very weak, at the level of a living soul, at most it can only play pranks and scare people." Bai Taki replied.

"Leave that kid to me!" Shadow rolled up his sleeves: "Hurry up and return my rare item!"

The five-year-old childish ghost didn't understand anything at all. Seeing that he was about to chase him, he thought it was a game of eagles and chickens, so he happily broke open the door of the shop and got in.

Shadow froze for a moment, but also mustered up the courage to rush into the shop.

Shirataki didn't stop him, but followed in with a flat attitude, because he had already noticed that this shop was the one they were looking for, a shop that sold puppets.

The quaint wooden door creaked. This is a building with a height of more than three floors. The lights in the attic are quite bright. Different from the gloomy atmosphere of other shops, the lighting here is in place, and all kinds of goods are not hung on the shelves. The store entrance is intimidating.

It's just that there are portraits hanging on the walls, both men and women, mostly handsome men and beautiful women, occasionally there are one or two portraits of mighty generals, or paintings of some strange beasts.

Shirataki was going to take a closer look, but he heard the noise of chickens and dogs jumping in the shop.

Shadow found the self-esteem of being a demon from a five-year-old kid, very much like a plastic group player who was bullied and could only beat man-machines when playing games.

He yelled, "Come out!"

He looked left and right, and the laughter of children surrounded him, deliberately disturbing him.

Shadow looked left and right, and finally saw a small hand under a stool, and immediately laughed loudly: "I got you! Get up!"

Grabbing the chubby hand with his right hand, he lifted it up violently.

However, Shirataki lowered his head and looked at the little ghost hiding behind him.

... This shadow, did he catch the wrong ghost?

Chapter 220 Brother Mo's butt, the needle does not poke

Shadow had probably never felt himself so high-spirited.

He was obviously afraid of ghosts, but now he dared to catch ghosts with his bare hands.

Thinking of all the frights and fears he encountered along the way after he came to the ghost market, tears filled his eyes and his scalp tingled.

Fortunately, it's all over!

Now, Ben Ying wants to prove that he is a strong man who can punch the nursing home and kick the kindergarten!

He grabbed the chubby little hand that was under the stool with a swish.

He lowered his qi to his dantian, held his head high and exerted all his strength, and he twisted his waist and lifted it with an air of strength.

"Get up!"

He grabbed the little hand and lifted the ghost out from under the bed.

Shadow exhaled a breath from his nostrils, thinking to give the brat a good butt, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is this brat so much smaller?

And the skin is so red?

Huh?It seems to be bleeding... I smell it, it doesn't seem to be ketchup.

The shadow was a bit strange, and the red doll also looked confused.

It was not long before the ghost was born, and it was the first time I met such a brave person, who actually picked it up with bare hands.

Because his performance was so brave and masculine, the ghost baby didn't dare to move, just hanging there, looking at each other in blank dismay.

They stared at each other for a moment.

Shirataki coughed, breaking the stiff silence.

The shadow looked back: "Master Bai, look quickly, I caught the kid, am I very fierce? Let me tell you that I am super brave...?"

He was smiling all over his face, and was about to show his bravery, but when he turned around, he saw the kid hiding behind Shirataki, making a grimace with its tongue out.

Shadow was stunned, and he swallowed cautiously: "This mischievous brat, does he know how to clone himself?"

Shirataki shook his head.

Shadow asked again: "Or, did you open the second gashapon?"

Shirataki still shook his head.

Shadow didn't dare to turn his head back, his expression gradually livid: "Then what is this in my hand!"

Shirataki replied, "Your rare gashapon."

Shadow threw the doll out with a swish: "Fuck your sister's rarity!"

It was only when the bloody doll was thrown out that he finally realized it. After landing, he pounced on him on his stomach.

The shadow dodged hastily, and there was a flurry of flying dogs in the shop. How brave he was before, and how young he is now.

"Help!" Shadow yelled.

"Shadow, repent."

"I've repented, I want to become a monk, master save me!" Shadow didn't want the macho anymore, he just wanted to hang around.

Shirataki didn't make a move, or rather, before he made a move, the door on the second floor of the attic suddenly trembled, and several figures flew down.

There are actors in colorful costumes, generals in armor, and women in ancient costumes.

After a few figures fell, they blocked the ghost baby and protected the shadows. Among them, the general in armor suddenly swung his knife in his hand, but with a loud sound, the ghost baby was split into two sections on the spot, blood spilled, ghostly aura also faded away quickly.