I Became an Anonymous Boss

At this time, Shirataki was sitting in the carriage, eating hot pot and singing.

Ahead of this trip, a new storm is about to emerge.

Chapter 790 I drank two bowls of soup but didn't pay for one bowl

"Okay, I'm so hungry, ah, this scent is coming..."

"Don't stick out your tongue, why are you as dumb as a shadow?"

"I am a cat's tongue, and he is a dog's tongue, can it be the same?"

"It doesn't make any difference. Pull your head back, drip your saliva into it, and waste my pot of good soup. I'll never finish with you."

"It's already cooked, but you still won't let me drink it! Are you trying to starve me to death?"

"This is the focus of the chef, and laymen like you don't understand!"

"You just secretly tasted a spoon!"

"This is the privilege of a chef, you can eat it openly, you layman..."

"Give me the spoon! Or I'll cut off the tender meat on the tip of your ass and eat it!"

One evening, an old temple, a big pot, a handful of firewood, a pot of soup, and two sand sculptures.

The location, time, scene, elements, and characters all fit together.

People are two old characters who have not appeared on stage after a million words, probably because they were lost in the cracks of time, and they were fished out again after a few months.

Brother Mo and Uncle Feng, because of these and other reasons, these two people are squatting on the lobby of the dilapidated temple and making soup.

Uncle Feng snatched the spoon and wanted to take the first bite, but Brother Mo firmly held Hu Lai's hands, and the two kept fighting.

While arguing, the door behind them was kicked open.

Under the bloody afterglow of the setting sun, a man in a black robe and a bamboo hat stared at the two in front of him with four eyes.

"You guys, are you rushing to eat the meal?"

Brother Mo and Uncle Feng glanced at the uninvited guest and looked at each other, then Uncle Feng snatched the spoon away, Brother Mo was furious and snatched it back immediately, the two wrestled again.

The assassin standing at the door watched the two people fight each other without a face, and the two left corners of his eyes twitched.

"Stop for me!"

The killer kicked the door panel, and the door flew out and got stuck on the wall, like an authentic Ubisoft original bug.

Uncle Feng and Brother Mo were cowardly, and let go of their hands obediently.

"Do you have any humanity? You can't even eat a meal?" Brother Mo pointed at the killer: "You have been hunting us down for three days and three nights, and we didn't even have to drink two mouthfuls of hot soup. It's too much! Your conscience is not good. Will it hurt?"

The four-eyed killer sneered: "I'm here to kill you, how much is a conscience worth? You don't run away, but light a fire and cook here, it's very leisurely and confident..."

Brother Mo noticed that the killer's eyes fell on the pot, and he immediately opened his arms: "What are you looking at! It's not your share! I made this soup, you don't even want to touch it!"

Killer: "..."

I'm going to take your heads and go back to work, who cares about a pot of soup!

The four-eyed killer said disdainfully: "It's just a pot of broth, I don't have... sizzling..."

When he smelled it, tears flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he took a breath subconsciously.

He hunted and killed for three days and three nights. Those who were chased had nothing to eat and drink, and so did those who pursued him.

Brother Mo immediately closed his eyes.

The four-eyed killer forced himself to remain calm: "I just have a little developed tear glands, and I don't have any..."

Gurg grunt grunt... my stomach growled, like a thunderclap in my stomach.

Brother Mo's expression was even more subtle, with the corners of his mouth crazily raised.

The four-eyed killer was silent for a while, and six arms appeared from under his robe. Dark green mist hovered over the dark arms, and the mournful cry of resentful souls echoed.

He said sternly, "When I kill you all, this pot of soup will still belong to me!"

Just as Brother Mo was about to speak, he heard a sound of "呵刘" from behind. He turned around, grabbed Uncle Feng's neck, and made a death shake.

"You-eat-you-horse-do!"

While Uncle Feng took a breath, he still tried his best to swallow the soup in his mouth.

"Uh, uh..." He blushed: "You let me say something."

"Say it!" Brother Mo stared, "Listen to your sophistry."

"Hungry..." Uncle Feng was grabbed by the neck just after he finished speaking.

"Enough!" The four-eyed killer behind him was already approaching: "I'll give you all to die!"

In the blink of an eye, a hunk of Brother Mo turned his head, and immediately picked up a bowl of broth with both hands: "Master, please first!"

The four-eyed killer's raised hand paused for a moment, remained silent for a while, and held back his hunger: "Do you think I will fall for this kind of trick? Want to poison?"

Uncle Feng secretly drank another spoonful: "Whether you like to drink or not... As a killer who is good at poison, he is afraid of being poisoned by others. It's too small, too small."

Brother Mo turned back: "You spit it out! Don't drink!"

The Four-Eyed Killer raised his hand several times, and then put it down. He picked up the bowl of soup and weighed it twice.

"Hmph, do you really think I can bribe Lao Tzu with a bowl of soup? I'm an emotionless killer, and completing the task is the first priority, huh... You guys are going to die later, I'll send you off when I'm full... ... 呵向 ... on the road."

Uncle Feng muttered: "You'd better drink it first and then force it."

The four-eyed killer sneered, and he licked his lips. The taste of this soup is indeed... "Needle does not poke."

Brother Mo also filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Uncle Feng. He didn't have a bowl at hand, so he continued to stir the pot with a spoon: "Although you can't run away, you can live a little longer anyway. If you eat and drink enough, you don't have any regrets walking away." .”

The four-eyed killer saw that they had also given up their resistance, so he let go of the chatterbox: "Yes, death is death, why don't you take it lightly and treat it as going to the execution ground."

Uncle Feng said angrily: "It's different. If you go to the execution ground, you will know how you died. We don't even know why we were killed."

The killer held the soup bowl and unceremoniously ordered another bowl.

"I'm just a killer, and I don't know why anyone would want your life."

"If there is a task, I will take it. This is a task assigned by the superior. Our four brothers should do it well, and do it beautifully."

"It shouldn't have taken so much effort to kill you, but that dog-headed monster among you is really a dog, and played us several times in a row, otherwise this killer would not be reduced to the end of drinking broth in this ruined temple, I have already gone to Hongmengland to drink flower wine!"

"Red Dreamland?" Brother Mo muttered, "I've heard that it's a good place for a paradise, but no one is allowed to enter..."

"Hey, you are really right." The four-eyed killer narrowed his eyes: "Ordinary people will not end well if they go in."

Brother Mo sighed: "So you don't even know who the employer is? Our three brothers just came to the Southern Tang Dynasty to find our ancestors and return to our clan, and we don't know who we offended. Now the shadow is being chased by your people and its whereabouts are unknown."

The Four-Eyed Killer laughed loudly: "If he died in Southern Tang, wouldn't he be regarded as returning to his hometown?"

Brother Mo shook his head helplessly: "That's almost the end, there's nothing to talk about."

He got up and kicked the pot over, and the broth spilled all over the floor.

The four-eyed killer was taken aback for a moment, and then became angry: "What are you doing!"

"You idiot, who do you really think I prepared this pot of soup for?" Brother Mo spat, "You really dare to drink it? How dare you drink it without giving me a bowl of money?" Drink two bowls of soup! Open your stomach and poison you!"

The Four-Eyed Killer suddenly felt numbness in his arms and became dizzy. His six arms were hanging down. When he looked down at the pot, he found that there were frogs, centipedes, crickets, praying mantises, tree bark, etc. all boiled. It's a mixture of various poisons.

The killer was shocked at the time. He was not shocked that the pot was full of poison, but was shocked that the (TM) soup was so delicious!If someone drinks a bowl and wants to have another bowl, is this person the reincarnation of God of Cooking?

"No, he drank too!" The killer pointed to Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng nodded with a smile. He gave a thumbs up without saying a word, and then he stiffened and leaned to the side, spitting out big mouthfuls of white foam like blowing soap bubbles, and faced life with a smile.

His mouth shape before he passed out was——damn you, even I cheated...

The four-eyed killer was completely tricked, he roared, and the dark green aura spread towards the surroundings, causing a burst of corrosive aura in the entire temple.

He is not a human, but a monster, a monster with poisonous attributes, not afraid of the poison, and will not be poisoned to death, but the poison is a great complement to him, because the artist is bold, so he never considered that he would The possibility of being knocked down, indeed, the poison has no lethal effect on him, but it is too poisonous, causing him to be overwhelmed and nosebleeds have already begun.

Although it can't last, it still retains considerable combat power.

Brother Mo didn't dare to stay for long, so he picked up Uncle Feng who was already foaming at the mouth: "Slip! Run away!"

Before he left, he picked up a brick and threw it at the four-eyed killer: "You goddamned bastard! If you want to kill me, go eat your ass!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Brother Mo's Er Qiao behavior won enough running time.

The four-eyed killer saw that the opponent had disappeared, and his condition was not good, so he was top-heavy at all.

He threw out a bag at his waist, and the bag swelled, and an illusory ghostly figure in red flew out.

This is a red-clothed calendar ghost, what is a fierce ghost?That is to say, the ghost who has experienced battles, and the red clothes who have gone through hundreds of battles are even more heroes among ghosts, and they are only one step away from the two monsters.

Those who control fierce ghosts often pay a huge price. Naturally, this is not an ordinary five-ghost transporting technique, but an evil method called Lihun Gu.

"Go, follow them, and kill them!" The four-eyed killer waved: "Go!"

The red-clothed ghost remained silent for a long time, quietly looking at the sun in the sky, waiting for the sun to go down before going to work.

Chapter 790 Don't rub it hard, I'm so unfamiliar

"Miss, let's rest at this inn tonight."

Mr. Hong lifted the curtain on the carriage.

Meng Chuxue has been bored all day, and the delicate little girl has already withered, this is even more boring than a caravan trader.

She got out of the carriage, ignoring any family education issues, stretched her waist, and stretched out the small steamed buns of the first size.

"It's been five days, it's all flowers and plants, and it's all green in the mountains, why can't you even see a town?"

Mr. Hong said: "This trip is to Dugu City, it's like this all the way, it's quite normal."

"Is it normal?" Meng Chuxue said, "Dugu City is a place where warriors live together, how could it look like a barren mountain?"

"It's not." Old Master Hong said, "Although the mountain road is steep, it's much better than before... Speaking of the origin of this Dugu City, it used to be the gathering place of a large sect, and the large sect branched out into many The branched small sects, these small sects branched out separately, and finally regrouped, and its internal residents are almost all Jianghu people, so it is not a good place to do business."

"Because the business in Dugu City is monopolized by various sects, and the Lord of Dugu City is also the suzerain of the most powerful sect in Dugu City. The leader who is recommended by everyone will naturally not help outsiders, and outsiders cannot intervene in their internal affairs. , and due to the balance of internal sectarian forces, each of them is developing, and it will not make any sect too large and bloated."

"Additionally, Dugu City is a city built on top of a mountain range. You can reach out to pick up white clouds from high places, and foreign businessmen rarely come in and out. Those who can go there, and those who want to go there, are mostly from the rivers and lakes. There is no town, only inns, after all, you can’t eat the wind and drink the dew, and you can’t suffer, so why go to Dugu City? Those who are confident to go to Dugu City to make a name for themselves are people with some skills.”