I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shadow sighed: "Why did it become like this? It suddenly became a plot of fleeing from thousands of miles... Is this the result of greed for money? Only those who survive to the end are eligible to get the bonus."

He clasped his hands together: "I can only say... I hope Uncle Feng and Brother Mo are okay."

The shadows flowed into Fengwu City with people, and in just one week, a large number of people flocked to Fengwu City.

This place is one of the four famous cities, and the Peach Blossom Festival is approaching. There are already a large number of tourists here, just like the tourists who went to Yingzhou to see the cherry blossoms during the cherry blossom season. The current flow of people has doubled compared to previous years. During the period, there were people from the rivers and lakes, and there were also many women from the Southern Tang Dynasty with unspeakable thoughts.

A few days ago, a rumor spread around Fengwu City.

On the night of the end of the Peach Blossom Festival, there was an unprecedented competition for the list of people on the Phoenix Stage.

Don't ask the gods and demons to drink strongly against the tyrant sword.

On the premise of this competition for the list of candidates, the Jianghu in the Southern Tang Dynasty once again began to surge undercurrents.

We must know that Jianghu is a place where seniority needs to be judged, and those who have the ability are qualified to climb to the top, and the Phoenix Terrace is the place for martial arts competitions, but not everyone is qualified to watch the battle. In this competition for the ranking list, most people in the Jianghu are fighting for the spectators. qualifications.

Although it is not said that he can be listed on the list and become famous all over the world, whether he is qualified to watch the battle has become one of the criteria for the self-evaluation of people in the Jianghu.

Fengwu City is not like Dugu City, the smell of books here is far more intense than that of swords, guns and halberds. Suddenly, there are a large number of Jianghu people dancing swords and guns on the streets. Many elegant scholars and tourists are frowning and shaking their heads, worried that these foreigners People and the unruly rivers and lakes will disrupt the order of Fengwu City.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that the Jianghu people do not obey the control.

Relying solely on the defenders inside Fengwu City and a small number of police officers from the government is not enough to maintain order. At this time, there is not enough manpower, so we can only find ways to borrow.

Two days ago, a large number of people had settled in Fengwu City, helping to stabilize the law and order here.

Looking at the style of the armor, it was clear that this group of people came from the Rakshasa Army and belonged to the Suppression camp.

Most of the people in the Jianghu have heard the rumors that Princess Nishang's iron horse stepped into the Jianghu, and they dare not make trouble in the city or in public.

The average level of warriors, unless they are above the third level, is as brittle as a paper man in front of dozens of cavalry.

The effect of maintaining order can be said to be immediate. The locals are quite fond of these soldiers who are full of killing aura. For a while, the residents of Fengwu City are even more curious about the princess Nishang who is the leader of these soldiers.

Nishang's willingness to mobilize some of the trapped camps to come to help is arousing people's daydream.

You know, it's not a few years ago now, the rumors of the rivers and lakes have been familiar to the public, and they are even popular. Among them, the most widely circulated anecdote has been mentioned many times. The relationship between.

Or...gossip.

People are all gossips. Once someone becomes the focus of everyone's attention, I can't wait to have your underwear stripped for you. How is Kangkang developing?

In ancient times when information transmission was relatively slow, in addition to half-truth stories by officials and folks, many gossips became the best way to relieve boredom.

What do people like to hear?

Isn't it an eye-catching scandal?

Authenticity is not necessarily very important, and you may know in your heart that it is not true, but you are very happy to listen to it. The product of Tuyile, it is enough to make yourself laugh after listening to it, and there is no need to entangle the truth or falsehood.

Although the rumors stop at the wise, what if even the wise also make some serious comments?

Smart people know the truth, but smart people don't point it out. Who wants to stand up and be an honest person, ruining everyone's fun?

So some people pretended to believe it, some people really believed it, and then three people became tigers, and history was covered by the romance...so many people didn't know that it was Sun Jian who killed Hua Xiong, not Guan Yu.

But does it matter?It doesn't matter, everyone is willing to listen to the story of Wenjiu beheading Huaxiong, and also willing to hear the demon Mo Wen kill the king with a single sword, instead of delving into the fact that he walked for seven days and nights and his mental health was on the verge of the limit and he could only use one sword.

The same is true of the scandal between Princess Nishang and Mo Wen, which belongs to the category that is hard not to pay attention to.

But it is inevitable for all the masters on the list to dig out all kinds of information, including emotional experience. This is not obvious on Daqin's side. Most of the people who are sought after are beautiful women, but on Nantang's side, it is not obvious. is the other extreme.

I mentioned before that some special packages for women in the Southern Tang Dynasty set up by the subordinate branch of Guanxing Building, among them are professional personal services about inquiring about the true character of the person you like.

God knows how many people would secretly buy this service to inquire about Shirataki's personal information?It is possible that just selling this part of the information has at least allowed Guanxinglou to earn several percentage points of its annual performance.

Now Shenmo Mowen has penetrated Tianlong Ancient Temple and Dugu City with a strong posture, and came straight to Fengwu City, and returned to the cusp of the storm, so the fan group ushered in a wave of frenzy. Sweet and thirst-quenching.

Bai Taki and Feng Jiuge are different, they are solitary and mysterious, and their emotional experience is a mystery. Compared with Feng Jiuge, who has a beautiful maidservant and a wealthy family, he is naturally a more romantic and mysterious god and demon. Be more welcome.

Uneatable grapes must be sour, but not necessarily uneatable grapes may be sweet.

Why are many fresh meats not announced to the public even if they have a partner, isn't it because they are afraid of losing fans (leeks)?

As for the phrase 'Half of the Southern Tang Dynasty is the enemy', in the eyes of ordinary people, it has no practical impact.

Nantang Banbi refers to the thousand-year-old family of the Gaomen compound, the great sect of the great sect, and the blood of the royal family who sits on an easy chair in the capital and is unwilling to smash a glass. Then... this is different from ordinary market people. What can the people matter?

They have become complete fun people.

Every day I go to the teahouse to wander around, wishing to see all kinds of ghosts and ghosts jumping out one by one to eat up.

The reason why the people are willing to praise Shenmo Mowen is actually because his identity is a mystery, and he has no attachment to any forces behind him.

Looking back at other top players?Which one is not a disciple of an aristocratic family, which one is not a hereditary aristocrat, and which one is not the true heir of the sect?

There are almost no real grassroots rises, but who wants to watch this kind of plot where people are born to be superior?

Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to watch a plot where a master with a mysterious background pushes most of the Southern Tang Zongmen all the way and makes them suffer one by one?

It's like some fans of the college entrance examination 307 provoke a certain anchor because of the sentence "30 is worse than giving me", trying to ridicule the other party's poor diploma, but they are as happy as being hit in the face by a doctor from Tsinghua University.

Is it cliche?Very corny.

But if it happened in reality, it must be very cool to watch, because all the cool articles are written in this way, slapped in the face with the most solid facts, watching all the powerful masters of the wealthy and aristocratic families in the past all stumble, they will either be deflated on the spot, or be beaten. It tastes like a sudden death after picking up the dirty panties and eating them deflated. It's so wonderful, Sai Gao の Hey Iron Duck!

As a result, a wonderful phenomenon of spontaneous single-push appeared in folk teahouses.

People in the Southern Tang Dynasty were not generally poor. The products here are rich, the climate is pleasant, and the literacy rate is generally 15.00% higher than that of the Great Qin Dynasty. In a sense, it has achieved the goal of broadening the wisdom of the people, which shows the importance of the economic foundation.

Many storytellers in the teahouse have told the story many times over and over again. In modern times, they should have been ridiculed "I haven't heard the story of the god Mo Wen killing the king of heaven for a day", but the audience still enjoys it, and the storytellers are no different. I can only continue to create new themes with painstaking efforts, and talk about some stories that just happened.

At the same time, start digging through old accounts and talk about leftovers that the public does not know, or that are fabricated or guessed.

As a result, many old accounts in the past have been turned over, including the emotional issues that Shenmo Mowen is concerned by most of the Southern Tang people.

This time the camp was quietly stationed here, and it was speculated that it had something to do with the god Mo Wen.

"I think it must be. Who can be worthy of such a character as Princess Nishang?"

"In fact, I have a friend who told me that he overheard the conversation of people in the camp that day, and he talked about it."

"Quick! Tell me in detail, I have invited you for this tea!"

Half of the conversations in the teahouse were related to the recent changes in Fengwu City, and then they would magically return to the topic of Mo Wen, the god and demon.

Naturally, this is the case among folks, but people in the Jianghu may not think so.

There are two groups of people who walk the rivers and lakes. One group is lemon people, who are so sour as if eating lemons raw. Every time they mention it, they always open their mouths and shut up, "You are busy, I will eat lemons", while the other group has become staunch supporters. Maybe there are a few words of censure on the lips, but there is nothing to add to what I have longed for in my heart.

Of the two factions, the former is mostly the latter and the latter is less... It is directly related to the ratio of men to women.

As for the neutral faction, there is basically no such thing as a non-existent person. Anyone who walks the rivers and lakes is not for fame and fortune. They are either envious or yearning. .

Of course, none of this has much to do with shadows.

But he deeply understood this fact, just because he had a lunch in the teahouse.

In just half an hour, I felt the strong atmosphere in Fengwu City. The aroma of lemons wafted from the table on the left, and the table on the right was the reverie of several Xiaojiabiyu holding their cheeks flushed. A storyteller like Jiazhen who was talking about the anecdotes that happened in Dugu City not long ago, and the table behind was calmly discussing the purpose of the trip with a blank face, and then quickly turned upside down, arguing about strong drinks and gods and demons. Ask who is stronger.

In a teahouse, life is full of different styles.

Shadow ate his meal very slowly, but he hardly heard the news he wanted, such as where there is a lack of a coolie, where a brick mover is needed, and where the waiter is hired.

He took out the last money and barely ate half full. He walked out of the teahouse and looked at the huge Fengwu City. As for being so sad.

In the past, when we were going to starve and suffer, it was three people together. The pain was shared equally. Seeing them put on the mask of pain, I felt happy instead. You see... as long as we are together, happiness is so simple.

Shadow decided to wander around the city for a while and find a reliable place to work. Even if he is a worker, he should not let others exploit him, especially the kind of unscrupulous store that only pays 14 yuan an hour for an internship without food and lodging. Recruit people, eat farts.

He was walking this way, after burning a stick of incense, he passed an alley, and suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes flying.

This touched Shadow's sensitive nerves again, and he subconsciously took a step back, not daring to show his head.

Then the sound of horseshoes stopped outside the alley, followed by the footsteps of a group of people dismounting, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing.

There are a lot of people, about a dozen or 20 people, with a fierce momentum.

The leader shouted: "I know you are inside!"

... hiding inside?

Shadow immediately looked left and right, making sure that there was really no one around him this time, and he was the only one in the whole alley.

The man continued to shout: "Don't you just have the guts to just hide and hide! We are all here, and you still haven't shown yourself!"

...Could it be that they really came to look for me?Is it so much fanfare?

Shadow muttered in a low voice, "If you ask me to show up, I will show up. Wouldn't it make me lose face?"

The other party sneered: "You killed many of our brothers, but now you don't have the guts to walk out of this alley?"

...killed brother?

Shadow was lost in thought, he was so harmless to humans and animals, who could he kill?

Wait... Could it be that the Earth Fire Emperor and the others were all dead and killed?

It's not impossible, after all, there are many masters in Dugu City, but what does this have to do with me?

Shadow held back a breath of anger, the killer who chased him was dead, he was too happy, but he didn't expect that his younger brother was so well-informed immediately, so he came directly to take revenge.

Seeing that there was still no answer, the man sneered directly: "You are smart, you know that you are afraid, so you hide and dare not show your face. After all, this is Nantang, not your one-acre three-point land. You are from outside the Great Wall. Vicious dogs don't have the ability to go wild here!"

Shadow's heart tightened, and he secretly thought that there was nothing wrong with him. He is a canine transformed into a demon, worthy of the title of Hell Dog, super fierce, and he is from the Southern Tang Dynasty from the Great Qin Dynasty, and belongs to people outside the Great Wall!The other party was absolutely right!

It seems that he really came to find himself!

No, I have to run.

He wanted to run, but just as he turned around, he noticed footsteps at the other end of the alley.

...Hey guys, I'm surrounded!

Shadow immediately looked left and right, trying to find a way out, but there was only one alley, and if he wanted to get there, he had to climb over the wall.

...then turn it over!

After climbing over two walls in a row, the shadow landed on both feet. Looking back secretly, the group of people were still guarding outside the alley and did not dare to go in.

More than a dozen or 20 people stood guard outside the alley, with serious expressions on their faces, as if they were facing a big enemy, and they didn't even let go of their mouths.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really fish lips. If you just sandwich the two breads, won't I be caught?"

"It didn't make me run away. I have never won a fight, but I have never lost a run."

Thinking of this, Shadow couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising, and his self-confidence swelled.