I Became an Anonymous Boss

Even if it is rare, it is only rare, and the highest level is the legendary epic level.

Shadow supported the table and climbed up, his legs were still a little weak, looked at the armored general in front, and said tremblingly: "Thank you, thank you..."

But the other party ignored it, and just stood there stiffly with the knife closed.

Shadow smiled awkwardly, and was about to go out, but was slipped by the blood under his feet, bumped into the general's body, and then pressed his hands on the opponent's buttocks, just touching it.

His expression changed: "Fuck!"

Shirataki also held his forehead with one hand: "Fuck..."

Shadow faltered and couldn't speak, shocked by the touch.

Shirataki sighed: "I didn't expect that you really like touching men's butts."

Shadow shook his head and said, "No, don't get me wrong, what I want to say is..."

"Ass feels good?"

"Actually, it's okay."

"Shameless, hooligan, and obscene." Bai Taki pressed his thumb: "One time is not enough, do you want to do more?"

"It's not a question of whether it's okay or not!" Shadow swallowed a mouthful of spit: "What I want to say is, this ass is Brother Mo's ass!"

Shadow walked in front of the general, and took off the mask on his face, revealing a familiar but expressionless face. He opened his eyes, but he didn't seem to see the two people in front of him at all.

"Brother Mo, what's wrong with you, Brother Mo, I'm a shadow!" The shadow shook the general's shoulder: "Are you stunned? Why don't you move? Night tour? Or did you lose your mind while walking! Brother Mo, what you say is Brother Mo!"

The general remained motionless, his expression as indifferent as a stone sculpture.

At this time, an old voice came: "It's useless, you can't wake him up, you have been trained to be a puppet, and you won't respond anyway. He is already a living dead, and he only obeys orders."

Shadow's expression froze, and he thought to himself that he was still late.

Bai Taki followed the sound and saw an old man coming down the stairs. He was wearing a Tang suit, and his breath was solid. He could not tell the depth of his cultivation. He didn't have the eerie aura of ghosts, but he didn't seem to be full of blood like a congenital warrior.

Most innate warriors, even if they are on the verge of death, will not reveal this kind of half-life and half-death aura.

Shirataki can't see through. Since he can't see through, it means that his experience is not enough to see through, and it also means that the other party must have two brushes.

"The old man is the owner of this puppet shop?"

"I think this store is only managed by the old man, and it has been more than ten years." The old man in Tang suit came and waved his hand, and several puppets retreated one after another, and the puppets who lost their sanity were just puppets.

Shadow watched Brother Mo break free, and he didn't regain his senses for a long time.

"What's your name?" Bai Taki asked, "My surname is Bai."

"Wei, Wei Huai." The old man introduced himself, "It's been a long time since anyone came to my shop."

"I didn't expect that the person who opened the puppet shop was actually a person." Bai Taki said, "Or is your body just a puppet?"

"Hehe, I'm a living person, and a puppet is a foreign object after all, so it's not convenient to have my own body." Wei Huai smiled lowly.

"Your Excellency is not an ordinary cultivator who can stay in the ghost city for more than ten years." Bai Taki said.

"Dealing with ghosts is not much more difficult than dealing with people. In fact, this ghost market is also quite good, not too noisy." Wei Huai poured a cup of tea and said slowly: "You are here to do business."

"When you come to the human puppet shop, you are naturally here to buy human puppets." Bai Taki pointed at Brother Mo, who was dressed as an ancient general, and said, "How much is he?"

"It's not expensive, a thousand Ming coins." Wei Huai said flatly: "Or 500-year demon pills, and other rare treasures can also be exchanged."

Bai Taki only had fifty Ming coins in his hand, which was all the Black Tiger Spirit's possessions: "It's too expensive for one person to own a thousand Ming coins."

"Ordinary?" Wei Huai laughed: "Indeed, the soul is very ordinary, even a little decadent. There is no strong will at all, and it is impossible for a person who can be fooled by a bowl of dog head soup to be so smart... ...But the body is not cheap. Rare congenital demons, most of the demons cannot maintain a human body, but I encountered such a rare waste, born with a human form, but also retained the power of blood, at least as a human puppet. It has a growth period of [-] years, but it is a rare commodity with guaranteed quality and quantity.”

Shirataki asked, "What bloodline?"

Wei Huai said indifferently: "It should be a dragon, but I don't know what kind of dragon it is, maybe it is a glass dragon, a mirage dragon, a flood dragon, a black dragon, a horned dragon, an extinct dragon...there are too many branches of the bloodline below the real dragon. Do you know what kind of dragon it is? It’s not cheap to transform into a demon who is always a dragonman.”

Shirataki pondered.

Seeing that Bai Long didn't speak, Wei Huai clapped his hands, and a beautiful female puppet came out and made a blessing: "This one is cheap. The famous prostitutes in the south of the Yangtze River in the past only needed 120 Ming coins. As for the other side The portraits in this room are all puppets, and they are all for sale, so you might as well look at them, some are cheap and some are expensive.”

He leaned on the grand teacher's chair, and the puppet behind him squeezed his shoulders: "Although this puppet is irrational, he has retained his past memories and instincts. He is not a dead person with a rigid mind. I am in business, so I must be worthy of myself." The craftsmanship, the shelf life is three years, next time you come to the Red Ghost Lantern Festival, I will give you a free maintenance."

Shirataki said: "I want a human puppet, not for making tools, you saw and heard it just now, this human puppet..."

"Recovery is impossible." Wei Huai sneered twice: "His soul has long since dissipated, leaving a physical body, at least there is a thought in bringing it back."

"You!" Shadow couldn't bear it any longer, and said angrily, "You fucking—"

Swish——!The black-robed general slashed at the shadow and stopped him.

"Young people should be more polite, don't you know how to make money with kindness?" Wei Huai said calmly, "I am not the one who arrested your brother. This is the material I bought, so how to use it is naturally my freedom..."

He looked at Shirataki, pretending to be casual and said: "The ghost market is only opened once during the Red Ghost Lantern Festival. If you miss it, there will be no future."

He smiled lowly: "You know, this puppet can't poke a needle."

Chapter 220 Waiting for the first-hand shop to be ruined

To buy, or not to buy, that is the question.

For many people struggling in the trap of capital consumption, they must have faced such a difficult choice.

Shirataki also fell into deep thought. Normally speaking, he would definitely not be able to afford it, but fortunately, he didn't have nothing in his hands.

I had obtained a bottle of evil spirit blood before, and evil spirits are a rare monster race no less than real dragons. Adults are big demons, and spirit blood is even rarer.

Therefore, the minimum value of this bottle of spiritual blood is also worth a thousand-year-old demon pill.

This bottle of spiritual blood really didn't have much effect on Shirataki. The evil spirit blood and the demon skill were a counterbalance. Drinking it was equivalent to burning a knife with vodka, and it could only be used as a bloodthirsty potion.

In all fairness, it's affordable to change, but I don't want to change it, so I just change it, blood loss.

A dignified prostitute, when has he suffered from being blatantly slaughtered by unscrupulous merchants?

Besides, the one he bought back was just a doll, he definitely wouldn't want it, so should he leave it for Shadow to take it home and touch his butt every day?

Hey, it's too disgusting, I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

Seriously speaking, Shadow would not want this brother Mo whose system had been uninstalled, his soul could not be retrieved, and the body left behind was just a body, a humanoid massage stick that could not be moved even if sent to the golden hall.

Shirataki gave the formula of panacea: "I'll think about it."

He gave Shadow a look, and the two walked up to the second floor.

Wei Huai didn't mind either, he just drank tea plainly, opened the door for business, and couldn't drive people away.

He glanced at Shirataki and Shadow, and sighed secretly that he had lived a peaceful life for too long. Ten years ago, when he felt such a straightforward and sharp murderous aura, he would have crushed the demon's throat with his hands. How could he have waited until now? Nothing happened.

In his heart, he is not willing to admit that he has the elements and doubts of a young man in white who is jealous and unobtrusive.

After taking a sip of tea, Wei Huai lay down on the chair. There was a soft creaking sound from the door, and a figure pushed open the shop door and stepped in.

Shirataki originally planned to say something to Shadow, to let him restrain his overly obvious hostility. The background of the old monster who has opened a shop in the ghost market for ten years is not to say deep, at least nine feet cold.

If the other party got a little irritable and took the initiative to flip the table, he was not sure that he would be able to walk out of the ghost market alive with Shadow.

Perhaps Shadow also knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't say anything, but he was secretly unwilling. Such a big brother Mo turned into a big fool who can only be ababa, but he can't kill the enemy right now. It can only be said to be reckless and useless.

The communication was interrupted by a sudden visitor before it even started.

Shirataki didn't intend to pay attention to the person who came, but he was attracted the moment the person appeared in the field of vision. He immediately raised his hand to support Shadow's chin, forcing him to shut up, while frowning and looking down.

The person who came was wearing a goose-yellow long dress, without a black robe or coir raincoat hat, with a ruddy complexion and agile hands and feet, as if he was a living person... This is strange enough, even Shirataki specially prepared a black coat before he came, so that he could Be as oblivious to the crowd as possible, in order not to attract too much attention, otherwise there will be only a little white in the blackness, and if you die, you don't want to understand the consequences, and the road will be narrowed.

But the person who came was just wearing an eye-catching long skirt, walked through the ghost market majestically and came to this shop.

And she didn't look at the paintings around like Shirataki first entered the shop, but went straight to the shop lobby.

Whether they are acquaintances or not, whether they are guests or not, something may happen...

Shirataki had this premonition, he narrowed his eyes, let go of his hearing, and secretly paid attention to the conversation below.

It's better to have something wrong, so as to take advantage of the fire.

The person coming from below can be regarded as very particular. She is wearing a light yellow dress and holding a red paper umbrella in her hand. She is a woman, but her face is not real, and it may not be real if she looks real. She is wearing a human skin and should be changed. Facial muscles are not that difficult.

Handsome men and beautiful women bloom everywhere in the rivers and lakes, martial arts are practiced to a high level, and ugliness can’t go anywhere, and one white can cover up all ugliness. Otherwise, how could beauty cameras occupy the forefront of many women’s mobile phone apps for a long time?

The research attainments in beauty in another world may not be inferior to modern times, which further proves that all worlds look at faces.

A pretty face has the uses of a pretty face, and an ugly face has its uses of being ugly. If someone is willing to self-destroy his face and wear the appearance of an ancient god, once he uses force, as long as his eyes meet, the enemy will suffer a mental violence. Hit, that is quite a terrifying deterrent. In ancient times, Medusa had her head cut off and used it as a Noble Phantasm. I thought it would be okay.

... just think about it.

Shirataki stared at the outline of the goose-yellow dress under the red paper umbrella, his thoughts changed, and his thinking went astray, which just showed that he had no idea, and even began to treat this woman as an imaginary enemy.

Not for anything else, because of intuition.

The woman in the goose-yellow dress said, "It's really not easy to find this store. I asked a few directions along the way before finding the right place."

Wei Huai said indifferently: "The ten-year-old shop is innocent, and I have established my reputation. Who introduced you?"

The woman said softly: "No one introduced me, I found it by myself. The Red Ghost Lantern Festival is open. It's a once-in-three-year opportunity. Naturally, I dare not miss it."

Wei Huai asked, "Are you a puppet?"

The woman shook her head: "Why do you have to talk so convolutedly? I'm here for you."

"Me?" Wei Huai smiled in a low voice: "The old man is quite old, and I don't know you well. Well, the old man can't give you anything here, just some portrait puppets, I think these are useless outside."

The woman leaned on the chair, twirling the red paper umbrella with her fingers: "Old man, I grew up listening to your deeds."

The old man in Tang suit said slowly: "The stories you hear may not be true."

The woman said again: "At one time, I really wanted to see what kind of person was the person who could make Longhushan scramble."

The old man replied: "It's all in the past."

The woman sighed softly: "It seems that hearing is believing, seeing is believing. I am a little disappointed. I don't know if the rumored deeds are true or not, but when I sit in front of you, I am not even willing to admit my identity, which is too much." It's boring."

Wei Huai's face was calm: "What do you want me to admit?"

"Why bother? If you admit your identity directly, you can still retain some dignity." The woman stopped turning the oil-paper umbrella, and said slowly: "The master of No. 14 in the black list of the devil has really become a bastard. ?”

The cup in Wei Huai's hand cracked directly, but the eyes on the vicissitudes of life are not old at all: "What did you say?"

"It disappeared ten years ago, and the masters on the magic way list changed again and again. Only you and a Taibai sword escaper lived the longest. I didn't expect you to be hiding in the outdoor scene. No wonder the outside world couldn't find it." The woman Laughing like a silver bell, he taunted: "Hiding in the ghost city for more than ten years, people are not like people, ghosts are not ghosts, these days are not very good, right?"

Wei Huai crushed the teacup in his hand: "Huangmao girl, I don't know that the world is orderly, my 69-year-old old master doesn't care about you, get out, I don't care about you this time."

"Oh, do you think I'm just here to chat with you?" The woman smiled: "Or, do you think I'm here to ask you out of the mountains? Don't think too highly of yourself. You have been hiding for ten years, and the world you know...is old! "