I Became an Anonymous Boss

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It's night, right now, the time to sleep soundly.

There is a saying that sneaks into the night with the wind, and ghosts are silent.

Yes, very moist.

The red-clothed ghost came following the aura of a stranger. It didn't need wicked navigation at all, and it was as clearly visible as if it had opened an elemental horizon along the way.

In the inn, the cold wind blew, the lights were turned off, and the waiter lying on the chopping board soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, the red clothes floated in mid-air, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped several points. Everyone said that the spring was cold, but the chill penetrated into the hearts of the people.

The ghosts raised by Lihun Gu can be divided into several levels, ordinary resentful souls, higher-level ghosts, higher-level ghosts in red, and the highest-level ghost king. , the king of battles.

The red-clothed ghost has absorbed countless resentments and the souls of strangers. If you compare it with ghost cultivation, she is already between the sixth and fifth ranks. Let alone killing a person, even killing a pig... It is more than enough for a pig without a ring.

But if the cultivation level is too high, it means that it is difficult to control. Every time she releases Soul Calendar Gu, if she cannot eat enough, she will not be satisfied. Just two preys cannot meet her needs, and only dozens or hundreds of living souls can fill her stomach. To satisfy her hunger, all the people in the inn will become her food, meat under the tongue.

The red-clothed ghost floated forward, the red clothes were spread along the ground, like bright red silk and satin, the blood-stained clothes floated into different rooms, passed through the brick and wooden beds, and gently brushed on the faces of many people .

This group of people fell asleep, but not completely asleep, their consciousness and soul sank along with the red blood coat.

She wants to pull everyone into the world of spiritual fantasy, nibbling and tasting the souls of these people bit by bit.

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Meng Chuxue had a nightmare. She dreamed of a wedding banquet, and she was walking on the attic by herself, taking two steps, her steps were silent.

The antique upstairs is wrapped with bright red cloth, which is very festive, but there is white mist floating in the air, which makes her uncomfortable.

There was a cold breath flowing in the air, it was clearly a dream, but it felt very cold.

She heard someone singing in the attic, but couldn't find the way in.

She subconsciously walked forward step by step, and came to a separate garden. There was a well in the yard, and there was an old tree. The sound of water flowing in the well was like a spring; the old tree made a salsa sound, which was not pleasant. , but a little noisy.

She walked forward in a daze, wanting to lower her head to see what was in the well, but when she reached the edge of the well, before she could lower her head, she heard the sound of water.

There was no sound of running water in the well, but the sound of water came from behind.

Tick, tick, tick...

She suddenly regained part of her sobriety, did not dare to look back, just lowered her eyes slightly, bent down, she saw a pair of red embroidered shoes on the ground, the festive color was worn during the big wedding, there were water drops on the ground, The long black hair hung down, and the water dripped down.

Tick, tick, tick...

Meng Chuxue's face lost all color.

In a dream late at night, there is no power to shout, and in the wilderness mountain road, there are unseen visitors coming to the door.

Keep your voice down, cover your mouth, and keep quiet.

Behind her... there is a ghost.

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Same place, same well.

Old Man Hong had already fallen into the well, and the bright red silk satin firmly pressed him into the pool, the pervasive cold hit him, making it difficult to breathe.

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Brother Mo struggled hard, but the black hair wrapped around his neck, and the dripping hair was as firm as an iron chain.

It began to tighten continuously, claiming soul and life bit by bit.

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Uncle Feng was being chased by the red embroidered shoes, and he couldn't get rid of the pursuit behind him no matter what, and the bright red silk satin followed him everywhere.

After running for a long time, he finally heard no footsteps. He thought he had escaped, and subconsciously looked up.

A pair of cold facial features stared at him silently.

Fingers clasped around his throat, nails dug into skin, sweet death sang and danced.

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In the same place, Shirataki was also strolling around the attic, and he heard playing music.

The high-pitched sound of the suona means great joy or great sorrow.

With a scalp-numbing and creepy rendering power, Shirataki followed the sound and walked up to the high part of the attic. There was no one in the middle of the red silk and satin, but there were footsteps coming from under the stairs, and the sound of water was getting closer.

The young man was curious in his heart, he looked back, and this time he looked back, it didn't matter to him, but he silenced all the voices.

On the stairs, the ghostly figure draped in bright red satin turned red brighter than fireworks, leaving only two bloody thighs.

Like a silent accusation.

Shirataki: "Where's the ghost?"

Chapter 790 The Killer is Extremely Angry...

"Where's the ghost?"

Meng Chuxue clearly felt the ghost standing behind her, and the icy cold was already extremely deadly.

She thought that she was going to be unable to hold on anymore, but the next moment, the coldness suddenly dissipated.

The girl looked back, and there was no one else on the ground, only two thighs were left.

She fell to the ground in fright, but the two thighs quickly turned into a bloody mist and dissipated.

Ghosts die.

When the ghost disappeared, Meng Chuxue raised her eyes and noticed that there was another figure in the mist, just like a mirage.

Between the mist in the sky, a projected mirror surface was vaguely formed.

Seeing who that person was, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, her gaze froze.

Then the next moment she woke up.

Sitting up, looking out the window, it was still night.

Meng Chuxue couldn't help covering her forehead: "What the hell is this? What's wrong with me? Why did I have such a strange dream..."

She remembered what happened in the dream, and pursed her lips: "And, how could I dream of him?"

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Another room.

Brother Mo and Uncle Feng hugged each other and cried.

"I survived, shit, I was almost killed by a female ghost just now!"

"Me too, me too!"

"That female ghost is so ruthless. Why is she so ruthless? She strangled her neck and raised her head high without saying a word."

"Me too!"

"She should go through the motions anyway, it's a bit of a precursor! The hair is just entangled like this, and it's still dripping."

"Me too... No, it's different this time. I was almost given to Rep by the female ghost. Her hair got into my mouth and began to enter my body."

"You fight for a hammer! You are more beautiful, and the female ghost has taken a fancy to you, why don't you get out and find her!"

"I want to say... I was ruined by a female ghost, will anyone want it in the future?" Uncle Feng said with a sad face, "I'm shaking and cold."

Brother Mo said with a blank expression on his face: "You just have to worry about it, no matter whether you are ruined or not, no one will want you."

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Mr. Hong lit a candle, warmed the wine by himself, and took a sip.

"It's been so many years, and I still have such a nightmare."

The old man said bitterly: "San Niang, I am the one who is sorry for you...you must hate me very much."

He took a sip of his wine: "But how could I be wrong about this matter? It's not that I'm too cruel, but that you love and hate the wrong person..."

He said to himself: "I begged you hard at the beginning, but you refused to marry, but you came to me after being abandoned... That's all, but you are still pregnant, and you still have to give birth to me." .”

"Of course I can't marry you, and my brothers won't agree. Who would have thought that you would just throw yourself into a well like this."

"It's been so many years, what do you still want to do with me, you should hate and hate that heartless person."

"I, Hong Lao Liu, work diligently and do my best. Walking in the rivers and lakes is also the most low-key and authentic dart business. It all depends on hard work to reach the innate level, and I don't even think about starting a sect. I am indeed an honest person, but..."

"What's wrong with the honest man, whoever provoked whom."

"If you come again, tonight I will..."

He took a sip of wine: "Don't sleep!"

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Shirataki opened his eyes.

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The memory in his sleep is very clear, including the pavilion he walked through, and the thumping feeling before he looked back, just like Ye Qinghui, and finally there is a feeling of playing Resident Evil [-] in vr in his heart.

But who knew, when he suddenly looked back, that person was not in the dimly lit place.

That person immediately became dimly lit.

Died instantly, leaving only two bloody thighs to play with for a whole year.

Shirataki lay on the bed in the shape of a wooden character.

He thought of a joke.

Someone is staying in a hotel, and there is a book on the table of the B&B. When he turns to the first page, a bloody thigh is walking up the first floor; when he turns to the second page, the bloody thigh is going up the second floor; On the third page, the bloody thigh has already reached the third floor... Just like that, the penultimate page was turned, and the bloody thigh had already appeared outside the door.

Then the man closed the book, turned back to the first page, and started to walk from the first floor with bloody thighs again.

And so on, about ten times.

He opened the book this time, and the text on the book changed. On the first page, it read: A bloody thigh died of exhaustion on the stairs.

Someone Bai sighed, it's rare to see a ghost, it's rare that a ghost is willing to approach him, and he is not afraid of being beaten into an experience ball by himself, such a rare and precious ghost, unexpectedly exploded like this.