I Became an Anonymous Boss

Gulu Gulu Gulu... The witch covered her stomach, her face was red to the ears, her eyes were full of shame and anger-did you do it on purpose, you didn't tell me, you said it to the glutton in my stomach!

Bai Taki laughed, and tore off one of the roasted rabbit legs and handed it to her: "Try it, it must have an earthy smell, even if there is an instant noodle seasoning packet, it's a pity I didn't bring it this time. It can satisfy your hunger."

The witch didn't hesitate this time, took the fully cooked rabbit meat dripping with fat, took a bite, the fat stained her lips, reflected in the firelight, like a layer of glass-colored lip gloss.

She let out a hot breath: "It's a little hot..."

Then she whispered again: "It feels like I haven't tasted such a taste for a long time."

Shirataki joked: "So you have eaten cute bunnies before?"

I also took a bite of the rabbit meat. It tasted surprisingly good. It didn't have any earthy smell. Instead, I tasted the taste of spiritual power. Does this rabbit meat have spiritual power?Interesting... Could it be that he killed a rabbit spirit that might be able to transform?What a loss, if it can be raised, wouldn't it be possible!

...produce more bunnies for food?

The witch shook her head: "I don't know, maybe I have... It just seems that I haven't tasted this kind of food for a long time." She whispered: "I don't know yet, but after the spiritual power is fully restored, maybe it will be clear .”

"How long will it take?" Shirataki asked casually.

"Probably, about two to three days." The witch was not sure: "The memory is still very vague, but I have gradually remembered some things, things in the past..."

"You also know where we are going?"

"Well, it's my hometown." The witch said softly, "It's a somewhat remote village."

"How long has it been since you came home?"

"It seems that I have never been back." The witch said, "So, I want to go back and have a look."

"You still don't know about the black mist and the changes in the world?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll wait." Shirataki dropped a bone and wiped his hands: "You can rest for a while after eating."

"Actually, I don't need to. My spiritual power is constantly recovering, and my physical strength is very small, so I don't feel tired." The witch said, she was a little more stable than before, perhaps because of the memory retrieval, she was a little less The liveliness of a young girl.

However, this mature and stable posture did not last long, and was quickly disintegrated by the person in front of him.

"But I'm tired." Shirataki lay on the ground in a _(:з」∠)_ position: "Unless you carry me on your back, I'll just sleep with you."

"Rogue, scoundrel..." She puffed up her face again, took a bite of the rabbit meat, and vented her displeasure on her teeth.

Shirataki lay flat on the grass, looking up at the sky, it was quite interesting to tease this amnesiac maiden, maybe because she was so similar to Rei Hanyu, there was no sense of unfamiliarity at all, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to be so cheeky Presumptuousness... It was precisely because of this sense of familiarity that he was more willing to take care of this lady witch, and his seemingly rascal behavior was all to make her relax and have a good rest.

He said slowly in his heart: "But it is only a temporary rest, we must find out what is going on in this foreign world..."

Chapter 350

"Master, are you still basking in the sun in the early morning?"

"Eh."

"I want to ask you something, where is the wishing tree here?"

"What tree?"

"The wishing tree."

"What wish tree?"

"Xu... Forget it, it's okay, sir, you can lie down."

"Okay." The old man glanced at Shirataki and walked away, snorted, and stroked his bald hair: "Who are you calling, I'm only 29..."

He was about to change his sitting position when suddenly his foot slipped, and the chair fell apart like a gunpla on the ground with a snap.

The old man fell to the ground, grinning in pain.

Shirataki clapped his hands and snorted.

"Aren't you naive?" The witch shook her head and sighed softly.

"You care about me?" Bai Taki put his hands in his pockets.

It was already the second day, and the two of them rested all night. The moon was no longer visible in the sky, but the sun had been eroded even more, the sky and the earth were even more gloomy, and there were many more lanterns on both sides of the road.

Barely enough lighting, but not enough to support normal life and work.

Without sunlight, grains cannot grow normally.

"Over there!"

Shirataki had just walked a few steps when he saw a man with a cloth tied on his head and shouted.

"Huh? I seem to hear someone calling me pretty..." Bai Taki looked.

"Are you from outside?" It was a middle-aged man who spoke, dressed like a policeman.

"Well, from beyond the sky."

"A place I've never heard of... It's just bad luck to come here at this time." The policeman holding a pipe quickly said, "Everyone in the village will be evacuated soon, and this kind of place is coming at this time." What are you doing in remote places?"

"Why evacuate?" Shirataki asked subconsciously.

"Do you still need to ask?" The policeman pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the distance: "Without the spiritual power of the sun of Amaterasu, the black mist will soon engulf this area. .”

He motioned to cut his neck, and said: "If there is something urgent to do, it's okay, but I suggest you leave today, because after three days, the sun's spiritual power will be exhausted, and the barrier will no longer be able to support it."

After the explanation, the policeman breathed a sigh of relief as if he had completed the task, turned and walked away.

The witch whispered, "Yellow Spring?"

Shirataki stroked his chin: "Black mist?"

The two looked at each other, and they knew it was not a good thing just by the name.

"So I escaped, but in the end I still have to go back to the city of the sun wheel?" Shirataki sighed: "It's really difficult, anyway, go to the wishing tree you want to see first."

The two continued to move forward, and after asking a few reliable old men and women, they found an ancient and vigorous tree in this village.It is in a small valley, cleverly blocked by the surrounding rock walls, and it is difficult to be noticed. There is a quaint shrine next to the big tree.

The branches of the big tree are luxuriant, and the strong branches extend towards the sky, reaching a height of nearly 20 meters. Many branches hang down from the tree. Many red ropes are tied to the branches, and the red ropes are made of bamboo or wood. A pendant with some text written on it.

When a breeze blows, the wood chips on it will collide and make a clanging sound, like the sound of knocking clappers.

The wishing tree undertakes the duty of wishing.

Shirataki casually held up a relatively new piece of wood, on which was written a line of crooked words, but he couldn't understand it.

The witch took a look: "I hope there will be a good harvest this year."

She looked at another board: "I hope my daughter can grow up healthy."

Then he pointed to the next piece of bamboo board: "I hope to find a job in the city."

Shirataki was speechless for a moment, thinking of the messy wishing walls in modern society, such as wishing to meet a rich woman, wishing to pass through the two-thorn newt, etc., and comparing the simple wishes here...

"It's really ordinary." Shirataki said, not so much a wish and a prayer, but a goal that he wants to achieve.

After all, wishes should not be so extravagant that they need miracles to come true.

That is not wishing, but daydreaming, praying for something for nothing.

The witch looked at the wishing tree: "The origin of people is so simple...it's not too complicated."

"There is a shrine here, why is there no priestess?" Shirataki asked strangely: "Isn't it your house? It looks like no one has lived there for a long time."

The witch shook her head to express that she didn't know either.

The surrounding scenery is indeed so familiar, but a little strange.

She walked slowly towards the direction of the shrine, but found that the gate of the shrine was locked and sealed by Shimenawa.

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to push it away, he was stopped by a voice.

A stooped old lady came over and scolded, "Don't open the gate of the shrine!"

The witch paused her fingers, and looked back at the person who came, with a puzzled expression: "Can't you open it?"

"Of course not." The old woman held a cane in her hand: "I saw outsiders sneaking around, so you guys are here to steal."

"Stealing?" Bai Taki shook his head and said, "This is her home, what is she here to steal?"

I thought this sentence would persuade the old man to quit, but I didn't expect to encounter an even more violent outburst.

"It's nonsense." The old woman's teeth are almost falling out, but her tongue is still flexible: "This shrine has not had any witches since I can remember. How could it be the home of this young girl!"

"What?" The witch's fingers trembled slightly: "What are you talking about? There is no one here anymore?"

"Otherwise? In such a remote place, no one is qualified to be a priestess for a long time, and none of the priestess candidates in Sunlun City is willing to come to this kind of place. Since the Shenzhu family cut off their blood for 100 years, there has been no one here. No one lives here." The old lady was leaning on a cane, with a serious expression: "The wishing tree here is more effective because the wishing tree here is more effective, and everyone will come to take care of it, but no one needs to go inside the shrine. even more!"

The old woman's attitude was very exclusive, and her expression was vigilant and harsh. It was not easy to greet the elderly at this age.

The priestess didn't listen to the other words, she just froze after hearing the words 'the bloodline was cut off a hundred years ago'.

... a hundred years ago?

... what time is it now?

……Who am I?When did this memory happen?

...my family, my father, my mother, my sisters, they've all been...

She squatted down slowly, her forehead hurt, she pressed her head, the hood slipped off, her black hair draped over her shoulders, and the woman fell to the ground with an expression of unbearable pain.

Shirataki stretched out his hand to pat the opponent's shoulder, but when he touched it, he felt a burning pain in his palm.

Bababa... like the sound of teppanyaki meat, his palm immediately turned red, and hot blisters appeared on the flesh.

So hot!Is this woman's blood lava?

Shirataki complained from the bottom of his heart, but he knew that this was a manifestation of high-temperature spiritual power, which was consistent with the scorching energy released when he ran away before.

Is it the power of the sun?

What a sun, I miss you so much!

Seeing that his spiritual power was about to erupt, Bai Taki had to lift the stunned old woman and swipe tens of meters away, pulling her away.

The spiritual power erupted from Miko's body didn't spread too much, it only erupted briefly once, and then her figure was shaky, and after three seconds of support, she fell to the ground and lost consciousness for the time being.

The old woman's eyes widened and she muttered, "Spiritual power, that's spiritual power... Is that the maiden from the shrine?"

Bai Taki put down the old lady, and warned: "Don't tell anyone what happened here, do you understand?"

The old woman nodded like a pounding garlic, and she was so frightened that she lost another one of her few teeth.