I Became an Anonymous Boss

"I want to eat steamed goose heart at Sizhai~" Xiao Ya said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you." Shang Yuwei nodded her nose, the child probably didn't know that she narrowly escaped death once today.

"Thank you Seventh Senior Sister!" Xiao Ya said, "I overheard this line of poetry. I was pouring tea at the private seat and heard this line of poetry."

"It's not in the book?" Shang Yuwei also said to herself after asking: "It really shouldn't be, I haven't seen it in the book... Who read it?"

"That good-looking young master read it." Xiao Ya said, holding her chin, "It's the young master who promised to lend Seventh Senior Sister the knife."

"This is his poem..." Shang Yuwei's eyes were a little distracted for a moment.

"Seventh Senior Sister?"

"I, I'm fine."

Shang Yuwei suddenly understood why that son agreed to her slightly rude request without asking for anything in return.

He really understood her sword dance, understood that the true meaning of her sword dance was derived from the way of military strategists to kill and attack, and a line of verse cut into the essence of her sword dance.

"The iron horse and ice river come to dream, what a sentence iron horse and ice river come to dream..." The more Shang Yuwei savored the poem, the more she felt that this poem was enough to spread across the borderlands of the Great Qin Dynasty.

In this way, she felt a strong and unstoppable curiosity about this mysterious young master.

He doesn't know the depth of force, but he has a chivalrous heart to save people; he can't do good and evil, but he dares to take responsibility; the eldest daughter of the Tantai family respects him inexplicably, and famous swords seem to be insignificant to him... and even more amazing poetic talent .

Shang Yuwei murmured: "...Who the hell are you?"

As she thought about it, she was a little obsessed and distracted for a while.

Today is destined to be an unsettled day for many people.

Chapter 100 Blood-clothed landlord: here comes my brother

The setting sun was like blood, and a ship moored at the port of Jinling City when the moonlight was approaching.

The landlord in blood clothes looked at the bustling Jinling City through the window, and his red eyes showed anticipation: "It's finally here."

The days of wandering on the boat were a bit difficult, since seven days had passed since I found out that the Taoist was missing.

In the past seven days, the situation in Jinling City has changed several times. The forces of all parties are very tense, and it is even more difficult to collect information.

Now that he has finally arrived in Jinling, this new body is also eager for fresh blood, waiting for the past, and finally he can rejoin the battlefield.

Another person in the room got up from the darkness and said, "When the sun goes down, you can go out. Remember your current state. It's still incomplete and boneless, and it's not far from human fragility."

"I can save it." The blood-clothed host looked out the window and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have my own business." The crow said lightly: "You don't have to ask, if you want to contact me, just come here."

"Alright..." The bloody host said flatly, "Let me handle Lan Xiangxue."

"Take care of the mess you left behind. After completing this task, I can recommend you to the organization. With your ability, you may be appreciated by the Lord." Crow said coldly: "So I warn you not to touch anything. Be careful."

The blood-clothed landlord watched the crow disappear into the crowd at the port.

He murmured to himself in a low voice: "No matter how nice the words are, they are just using each other... Even now, they are still wary of me, unwilling to tell the purpose clearly, no matter... As long as those who maintain cooperation for the time being, there are ways to find out. Knowing the appearance of this organization under the shady curtain, I have no habit of being a slave to others."

He waited for the sun in the sky to completely fall to the end of the horizon, until a ray of clear light sprinkled on the window.

The blood-clothed landlord put on a bamboo hat and changed his clothes, exposing his almost sickly pale skin with his hands, and the blood vessels were clearly visible under the moonlight.

Regardless of organizational matters, he needs a stepping stone.

At this time, it is also time to pay a visit to the present Fragrant Blood Witch, and see what kind of Yanyun Mansion is, a forbidden area for hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

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The lights are on, and the night is still young.

Shirataki rarely had the heart to visit the night market in Jinling.

There is no curfew in Daqin. At night, most shops will be closed, but a few shops will continue to open.

Except for some sensual places, the snack streets along Jinling City will continue to operate until late at night.

Although the scale is not comparable to that of modern cities, it has the local taste of folk snacks.

Shirataki is not the kind of self-confessed gourmet who claims to be a foodie after eating a little too much.

Although traveling between two worlds and traveling in many places, eating is an important standard of quality of life, but he is eating the standard wild boar, without any technical content at all, and he can't taste anything.

There are three kinds of evaluation criteria for food: delicious, that is, delicious; okay, that is not good; average, that is unpalatable.

When foreigners are bored, they will come out to sweep the streets at night. After living here for half a year, they also know many hidden century-old shops.

After all, it has been 300 years since the founding of the Qin Dynasty. Some century-old brands are purely normal. Even if they are advertised, no one will care, which is completely opposite to modern times.

Rather, many customers prefer to take care of some new shops because their tastes have changed.

Modern people like to eat centuries-old brands, firstly because of the famous brand effect, and secondly because the consumer market is large enough, such as a certain bun, even if it is very unpalatable, it can still be easily eaten by leeks all over the country.

Because ancient spices and seasonings are far less rich than modern ones, you can eat the most authentic and authentic delicacies here, and you don’t have to worry about eating half of the periodic table in one bite.

At this time, there are still a few 10 minutes before the cooling time of the boundary gate. No matter how long you spend in this world, after returning to modern times, at most 24 hours have passed, and occasionally there will be a certain deviation in time.He thought that it would be dark when he went back, and he would feel hungry once he started to practice, so instead of going back just for instant noodles, he might as well reward himself with something good.

Shirataki took a bite of the goose meat, and the delicious taste spread in his mouth, the fat was tender, creamy and plump, the original flavor, and enjoyed the silky smoothness, his clothes almost burst when he ate it.

Wandering around while eating, Shirataki began to think that after next month's rent was paid, the living expenses would definitely not be enough, and he had to find a way to earn money.I have a little savings here, and once I go back, I will be beaten back to my original shape.

Thinking of this, the roast goose leg in his hand gradually became dull.

When he was distracted, someone bumped into his shoulder, which was stiff and cold.

Shirataki didn't dodge in time, and knocked him to the ground, he hastily stretched out his hand: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention, it's okay."

The other party got up and patted his clothes: "It's okay, I haven't gone out for a long time, and my feet are a little vain."

Shirataki looked at the other person's face: "You may be lacking vitamin D, remember to get more sun exposure, your skin is pale."

"...Vitamins?" The other party didn't know, so he touched his lower abdomen: "Maybe I'm just a little hungry."

Bai Taki handed over a piece of roasted goose leg: "Why don't you try it?"

The young man in black looked at Shirataki in surprise, then shook his head and said, "No, I don't eat this kind of food."

"Don't eat meat?" Shirataki said earnestly, "Even the monks in Shaolin Temple don't have meat abstinence. As early as thousands of years of species evolution, human beings have become accustomed to obtaining trace elements from meat. Ways to supplement the needs of the human body, the more you eat vegetarian, the more irritable you will be, which will lead to brain underdevelopment, this kind of unhealthy living habits, it would be better to give up early."

"No, I'm just..." The man in black shook his head and said, "I'm not used to eating these."

"That's weird." Bai Taki touched his chin: "You don't eat, come to the night market here?"

"I'm ashamed to say it." The man in black supported the bamboo hat: "I'm lost, but I haven't been to Jinling City for a long time, and the road has changed a lot. When I came here, I didn’t know the way, and I couldn’t find anyone to ask for a while.”

Shirataki nodded: "So that's it. Where do you want to go? I can show you the way."

He was quite warm-hearted.

Although Shirataki is keen on big whoring dogs for free, in all fairness, he is always friendly, kind and upright, and will help people who are in trouble if he can, otherwise he will not regret that he often gives free money all the year round.

The man in black is not hypocritical: "That's troublesome, I want to ask, is there a Sancai Street in the north of the city?"

... Isn't that the street where I live?

Shirataki replied casually: "There is such a street, but there are not many people living there, and it is said that it is haunted."

"That's there." The man in black said, "I have something to do near there."

"That's all right, you follow." Shirataki said, "I happen to live near there too."

The man in black asked suspiciously, "Such a coincidence?"

"It's quite a coincidence, but the houses over there are cheap." Bai Taki spread his hands, "I can only afford houses nearby, and besides, I'm not afraid of ghosts."

The man in black said: "It's true that the price of a haunted house is low... But the ghost story should not be dismissed lightly."

Bai Taki smiled: "I don't do anything bad on weekdays, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. I have a whole body of righteousness, so what ghosts are I afraid of?"

"Oh? Are you a Confucian scholar?"

"No, I'm a successor to the Confucianism." Shirataki said, "It's incompatible with Confucianism."

Naturally, the man in black couldn't understand. He asked, "You live in Sancai Street, have you ever heard of any magical figures living nearby?"

Shirataki looked puzzled: "Is there? I've never heard of it."

...Let's not talk about magical characters, I seem to be the only resident on that street, right?

The man in black said, "I'm just asking casually. It's best if you have one, but it's okay if you don't."

Shirataki joked: "The conjecture that the Great Hermit lives in the city is correct, but not all immortals live in the city."

The man in black asked: "You mean, maybe the rumors are false?"

Shirataki nodded without hesitation and said, "Isn't this kind of scam often happening? It's fine if it's a rumor, but what if it's not? If it's a rumor topic that someone deliberately releases, who knows what the real purpose behind it is?"

The man in black pondered for a moment: "If there were any witnesses, or if it can be confirmed that something happened?"

Shirataki smiled: "Maybe there is, but it's not necessarily true."

The man asked, "What if it's fake?"

Shirataki replied: "Falseness cannot become true, fiction is not reality, sooner or later it will be exposed."

He asked again: "What if it is true?"

Bai Taki said: "That may not be a good thing, you don't know whether you will meet a god or the king of Hades."

The face of the man in black changed slightly.

Shirataki continued to ask: "Do you want it to be true or false?"

The man in black was silent for a long time, and finally did not answer.

Seeing this, Shirataki didn't say much, and stopped after a while: "We're here."

Sancai Street used to be an ordinary street, but with a plague and ghosts in the past, it finally became an uninhabited place.

He reminded: "It's late at night, and it's almost time for me to go back. I suggest you find an inn to stay for one night and come back during the day."

The man in black shook his head: "It's tonight, it's tonight, thank you young master for leading the way."

Shirataki cupped his hands: "You're welcome, then I'll go first too."

He turned and walked into the alley, leaving the man in black standing under the moonlight.

The landlord in blood clothes was silent for a moment, he really didn't know the way, but he could feel the heavy yin around here.