I Became an Anonymous Boss

He soon discovered that it was not only their group who were trapped here, but also many other knight-errants.

There are both bastards who eat and drink here, and friends who come to worship the old owner.

The faces of this group of people are not good-looking now, they are a little scared and depressed, and they are trapped in the Zhuangzi with no way to get in or out.

Bai Taki learned from them that no less than ten Jiang Hu people who tried to escape had died, so they didn't dare to move.

Because the Jianghu people are not united enough, there is no such consideration as "everyone escapes with masks on and see who the bone-bone scholar kills".

Anyway, Panlong Villa provided food and drink, and most people were not in a hurry to leave, and they didn't want to go out to find the world-shattering black number ten. At most, they felt impatient after waiting for too long.

Many people scolded the white bone scholar for being crazy, but that was all.

In fact, these Jianghu people don't know much, and the servants are also secretive about this matter.

Shirataki walked around a few times but did not get much useful information.

But after the conversation, he still felt some doubts.

That's why some of the deceased left in such a hurry?

I said I was not in a hurry the day before, but left in a hurry the next day.

The second is the death of the Second Elder and the Seventh Elder. These two are Keqing Elders who are resident in Panlong Mountain Villa. Why risk their lives to go out? Is the first crime scene?

Shirataki became very interested in this. Anyway, it's not dark yet, so there's no need to rush to level up, and continue to ask around.

In this way, he walked through a garden, and the fragrance of plum blossoms wafted in the winter.

"The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold..."

Once again, Bai Taki opened his mouth and came. After staying in ancient times for a long time, it has become a habit to subconsciously recite two lines of poetry like that adult.

"Good poetry."

With a sound of admiration, in the circular arch behind the plum blossoms, a woman dressed in fox fur came, looking graceful and graceful, but also somewhat mature and generous.

A 20-year-old woman is still considered youthful and beautiful in the eyes of modern people, but she is already considered a mature woman in this era.

After a glance, Bai Taki cupped his hands and said, "I've seen Miss Murong."

"You know me?" Murong Nianyao asked in surprise.

"No, but in this Panlong Villa, there must be only Miss Murong who can have such a shameful face." Bai Taki boasted, he didn't often praise women's appearance, so when he said these words of praise, he would instead Extraordinary sincerity, no greasy feeling of glib, natural acting skills.

Murong Nianyao was a little surprised... what a 'closed moon and shameful flower', this is the first time she has heard of this adjective, it is very straightforward, but not annoying.

"Young master's praise, the little girl is ashamed." She regained her normal expression after a little distraction, but her complexion was a little rosy. It is always a good thing to be praised for her appearance, but the compliments of people in the Jianghu are often too dry. How can there be poetry of literati? Good: "The young master looked at the face, did you just arrive at the Panlong Villa?"

"I originally wanted to meet the old owner, but I didn't expect it to turn into a worship. The black-haired man sends the white-haired man, and I wish Miss Murong my condolences." Bai Taki said politely.

"I'm fine. I don't feel too much sadness about my father's death. After all, I knew about it earlier." Murong Nianyao turned her face to the side, looked at the plum blossoms proudly, and said slowly: "It's a pity that Mr. Bai didn't come at the right time. ..."

"That's wrong, I think I came at the right time." Bai Taki said.

"Aren't you afraid of the tenth on the black list?"

"In all fairness, I should be afraid, but to be honest, I don't have to be afraid." Bai Taki laughed.

"Why?"

"Because it's fake." Shirataki said indifferently.

"Fake?" Murong Nianyao pinched the fox fur with her fingers, and said in shock, "Can it be fake if you cut the bones and skin?"

"Only skinning, where's the bone-cutting? The bone-scholar kills people, and the method of skinning is much better than this. He doesn't use nails, but a special weapon, and this method of directly tearing the skin is too rough." Shirataki sneered: "It looks real, but it's not true...Since it's not true, why should I be afraid?"

Murong Nianyao was a little distracted, she pressed her chest, and whispered: "If it's not the bone-bone scholar, who is it?"

"This needs to be investigated." Bai Taki narrowed his eyes: "Miss Murong, can you talk to me in detail?"

Murong Nianyao stood behind the plum blossom tree with an uncertain expression. After a while, she lowered her palm: "Okay... what do you want to know?"

Satisfied with her cooperation, Bai Taki took the lead to ask: "Miss Murong, please tell me first—old owner, did he really die of illness?"

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"What do you mean by this question?" Murong Nianyao frowned: "Father was seriously injured, and it has been many years since he died of chronic diseases."

"It's just curiosity, you have to ask clearly when necessary." Shirataki spread his hands: "Unless it is impossible to open the coffin for autopsy, I can only ask as much as possible. Don't you think there are too many dead people?"

"There shouldn't be any problem." Murong Nianyao said without a word, "I watched him go with my own eyes."

"Okay." Bai Taki asked again: "Do you know anything about the life and death of these Jiang Hu people?"

"I don't know. I live in Panlong Mountain Villa all year round. I don't have time to ask about Jianghu. The farthest I have only been to Nantang a few times." Murong Nianyao's eyes are a little far away: "I don't like any reputation. I don't want the tenth place on the rouge list, let alone them, I have never even heard of Mr. Bai."

"I'm just a nobody, it's normal that you haven't heard of it."

"Really?" Murong Nianyao was noncommittal.

"So, you don't know or understand all the dead?" Bai Taki asked slowly.

"Yes." Murong Nianyao said calmly, "I don't see each other at all on weekdays, and my father and elder brother won't allow me to be alone with men."

"Oh?" Bai Taki said in his heart that no one would suddenly rush in and cut the back of my neck.

"Young master, don't worry, this garden is my private property, ordinary people won't come in." Murong Nianyao said disapprovingly: "Besides, brother is already in a state of distress, how can he have time to control me?"

"Oh." Shirataki understood quickly, "So, I can do whatever I want?"

"Aren't you good enough to do whatever you want?" Murong Nianyao said, "My lord has such a literary talent, but he also looks like..."

"I'm originally from the Jianghu, don't think too highly of me, even if I offend others or lose face, I won't care about the things I'm interested in." Bai Taki said frankly: "It's just that Miss Murong doesn't seem to know much. .”

"Master Bai thinks too highly of me, how much can you expect a canary to know?" Murong Nianyao smiled wryly: "Even if you ask your brother, he might not know much. After such a drastic change, who knows if the White Bone Scholar used his tenth place in the rouge list to report his personal grievances? We are just trapped here, so we won’t die anyway.”

"That's not necessarily true." Bai Taki stroked his chin: "Didn't the Second Elder and the Seventh Elder be killed?"

Murong Nianyao remained silent.

She acquiesced that the deaths of these two guest elders were indeed not that simple.

"Miss Murong, don't panic, Scholar Bai Bone won't hurt you, at least not for the time being." Bai Taki said firmly.

"Didn't Mr. Bai say, isn't that a scholar with bones?" Murong Nianyao frowned.

"That's what I lied to you." Shirataki said.

"Varied……"

"How can I tell the difference?" Shirataki shook his head and said, "I'm not a six-door headhunter, nor do I like to stare at dead bodies for inspection, so I can't tell the difference."

"Then why did you say it so seriously, you swear it!"

"In order to be able to strike up a conversation with Ms. Murong, if it wasn't for this, you wouldn't have agreed to answer my questions so easily." Bai Taki said bluntly and confidently, "It's clever, but it's unexpectedly easy to use."

Murong Nianyao became angry for it.

She also understood: "So is the compliment of 'Closing Moon Shame Flower'?"

Bai Taki nodded and said, "Half truth, half falsehood."

Murong Nianyao snorted, noncommittal.

"Words are an art, and art is explosion." Bai Taki smiled without shame: "Forget it, let's stop making jokes, since Miss Murong doesn't know anything about it, it seems that she can't get much explanation if she keeps asking .”

After speaking, Shirataki turned around and left.

Murong Nianyao suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

Shirataki looked sideways, and said flatly, "I don't have time to stay for tea."

"Why do you want to investigate further?" Murong Nianyao asked, "Are you in a hurry to leave?"

"Yes." Shirataki turned into a riddle man: "No."

He wasn't in a hurry to leave, but he couldn't possibly be willing to spend a year or so here.

The leveling point is not far from here, and he went all out to take a shortcut, and it took about an hour. It was obviously impossible for him to wait obediently.

There are still many wild monsters waiting to be brushed.

"The more you want to know, the greater the danger." Murong Nianyao said in a low voice, "No one knows what that lunatic wants to do. Maybe he just wants to kill people. Maybe it's time for you to leave now."

"How?" Shirataki asked back.

Murong Nianyao opened her mouth, and was about to say something, when footsteps came, and someone else was approaching the courtyard.

She restrained all her expressions, looked at the plum blossom quietly, then broke off a branch, and said, "You go."

……

Leaving the place where the plum blossoms were in full bloom, Shirataki stretched himself facing the sun.

A group of Taoist priests came towards him, they were Qi practitioners, wearing yellow robes, followed by three Taoist boys, looking solemn and well-prepared.

The other party saluted: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

Bai Taki returned the salute, "Where is the Taoist priest going?"

The Taoist priest in Huangpao replied: "For the rituals in the mourning hall, seven days after the old owner left, there will be days to hold the rituals."

Bai Taki asked in surprise, "Isn't one ritual enough?"

The Taoist priest shook his head and said: "Panlong Mountain Villa has been on good terms with my Taoist sect since a hundred years ago. If it weren't for being the owner of the village, maybe he went to the Taoist Palace early in the morning with the old owner's cultivation. Ritual conducts rituals of the highest order, which is what he has demanded in the past."

Shirataki saw Taoist priest and his party leave, with several question marks raised above his head.

Panlong Villa is obviously a family of martial arts, so why is it related to the Taoist sect of Qi practitioners?

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, Confucianists practice awe-inspiring righteousness, Buddhism achieves Vajra Arhat, and Taoism ascends the golden elixir.

Warriors are not among the three religions, they follow the upright innate way of proving the way, and they are a model of proving the way with strength.

It is not that no one has tried a few fellow practitioners in the past, but the final result is that the energies are incompatible and lead to mutual fire. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the pressure on the physical body, just like a pressure cooker, the internal pressure continues to increase, and one day it will explode.

Don't think that anyone can play the collision of true energy and magic power like Zheng Zha, just read the things in the novel, if you really learn this trick, you will be bright like fireworks on the spot for a summer.

Taoist Qi practice kowtow longevity, Jindan Dao longevity for thousands of years, it is really enviable.

……

It was night, Shirataki was sitting in the courtyard, facing the stove, pouring himself a drink. What he drank was not the wine here, but the milk beer he brought. The alcohol content was low. Nothing will hit the mark.

Zheng Shenxu saw that Bai Taki had no intention of going to Lan Ting tonight, so he went back to the room alone to practice breathing. He happened to have a knee injury and needed time to recover.