I Became an Anonymous Boss

She lay on the ground, thinking about nothing, nothing to think about, just staring at the scratches on the floor, the fragments of nails and flesh and blood remaining.

The screams and screams of the last prisoner who died still echoed in my ears.

It is said that there is great horror between life and death, but she suddenly felt that it would be good to die like this.

Her face hurts, her arms hurt too, her knees, toes, and fingers hurt, and she's numb to the point of pain. It's painful enough to torture an adult's will to the point of collapse. sleepless.

But she needs this kind of pain, because once she falls asleep, she may not be able to wake up.

Because once he fell asleep, every time he closed his eyes, he would think of that woman, the vicious words, and the merciless mockery.

"Um……"

The nails pierced into the shoulder and tore apart the long-grown wound again. The pain made her curl up into a ball, and the blood gushed out, staining the already dirty prison uniform red.

No one looked at her, and no one noticed the groan and self-mutilation.

In the huge dungeon, there were dying people everywhere, and the only anger was the screams of the prisoners when they were being tortured, because she looked like she might die at any time, scarred and dying, so even the jailers didn't torture her Interest, let alone think that a slave like a beggar can know anything.

She didn't know when she would be released, she was just waiting for a chance to escape.

The sun has not been seen for seven days, and the next visitor has not yet arrived. I don't know how long it will take for her blood to flow dry.

During this torment and suffering, her consciousness became more and more drowsy until...

Bang, a figure flew flying and hit the wall, the chains shook and the candle flickered.

In the dim light of the fire, three figures walked into the dungeon. They didn't seem to be the housekeeper and master who bought slaves, nor were they bloodthirsty and crazy demons.

All three were dressed in black robes, and one of them took off his hood.

"This smell is really unpleasant..." The young man complained, "Guard Yang, be gentle with your attack and drink some wine. The attack can be neither serious nor severe."

"I didn't drink." A middle-aged man with a red wine-trough nose snorted, "I just licked it."

"Billion mouths, I understand." The young man picked a stool and sat down: "The dungeon here is unexpectedly defenseless."

"The main force is attracted by His Highness, of course there is no spare energy to guard this place, and this dungeon is not a place for repeat offenders." The middle-aged man said: "According to the plan, sneak into the dungeon and disrupt the combat power of the Wuju Demon Sect first. deploy."

"Yeah." The young man followed suit, "I don't understand this, you can arrange it, just send me a signal, if you don't think so, just put a question mark."

"Master Bai, this matter is very important, please be more serious..."

"Relax, it's not the rabbit angrily scolding Ying Jiang at the scene, it's not so serious."

The young man nodded, and had already begun to wander around in the dungeon.

The guard looked at the monk beside him with a headache, and the muscular monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and looked at himself with an expression of 'I can't do anything'.

The young man took a few steps and looked around the dungeon. There were very few people in the cell. Most of the people in the cell were dodging and fearful when they saw him.

This made him feel uninterested. Even after removing the chains of the cage, few people showed any extra expressions. Most of the dungeons here are slaves.

Feudalism is different from slavery. Although slaves are banned on the surface, many big families still have a lifelong contract of prostitution, including maids and domestic servants.

The young man curled his lips and was about to turn around to leave when he suddenly noticed the innermost cell. He could smell a strong smell of blood.

Come closer and bow your head.

An ugly girl with disheveled hair was lying on a straw mat, dying, her face pale.

It is said that she is ugly because she has scars cut by the blade on her face, and her skin and flesh are curled up. Without treatment, she can no longer see her original appearance.

After all, it is a dying person.

He was supposed to get up and leave just like that, but he saw a pair of eyes, hidden in the messy hair, sober and clear, without any weakness or fear, pure as the surface of an icy lake.

These pupils reminded the young man of a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

The youth opened his mouth and exhaled a wisp of sword energy, the sword energy cut through the iron chain, and the door of the cage opened.

He squatted down, looked at the girl, looked at her scarred body, and her bleeding arm, showing a strange color.

She was lying on the ground, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak, she just looked at the young man with those frozen eyes.

The young man asked, "What are you looking at?"

She closed her eyes, it turned out to be a neuropathy.

The young man regretted: "It seems not..."

"At a time like this, don't be unnecessarily kind. There are too many people who have been sold here." The guard reminded from a distance: "We can't leave even if we bring a burden."

"Understood, I didn't show kindness." The young man replied, then took off his coat and covered her.

She was puzzled for a moment.

"It's cold, cover it up, remember to drink plenty of hot water." He said, patted his coat, then got up and said, "I will come again another day."

The figures went away hand in hand.

She moved her fingertips and stroked the coat. It was made of wool and cotton and was very warm.

And there seemed to be something, she turned over with difficulty, touched the coat, there was a bottle inside the coat, and the bottle said 'hot water'.

After opening, a burst of fresh fragrance wafts out, top-grade Qingyu Dan, which can heal wounds, and can also clear the heart and strengthen the mind.

Putting a elixir under the tongue, the medicinal power of the elixir nourishes the body, and the pain of the wound is covered by a tingling sensation.

This can last a few more days.

She fell into a drowsy sleep, with nightmares still lingering in her mind.

When he woke up again, there was a figure sitting in front of the cage.

He is eating and there is a smell.

The young man opened the paper bag: "Braised beef, do you want to eat?"

She didn't answer, but just looked at the young man, her gaze was still indifferent.

"I suggest you eat something while it's hot. If you don't want to eat, you can give it to others." The young man stood up and patted his knees: "Come back to see if you drank hot water before leaving, as long as you are recovering well...The next time you come back, it will be three days later gone."

Three days later...

Her lips trembled, but she still didn't speak. She just watched the young man leave, and then glanced at the steaming beef on the paper bag.

She closed her eyes to avoid the hungry eyes of the other cells, she heard the sound of gobbling, she took a sip of hot water and fell asleep again.

Time passed quickly, and passed very slowly.

Three days later, there were still the same three people in the same cell.

"I let you infiltrate, but I didn't let you kill people." The young man scolded with staring eyes.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher knife, benefactor."

"The severed limbs you (TM) cut and flew around are not more cruel than my direct beheading?" The guard was furious: "Who said killing everyone is a perfect sneak?"

"Master Kang said."

"How many masters do you have? Before, Master Ye kept going!"

"Master Ye is for boxing, and Master Kong is for selling beef noodles without beef. They should not be confused."

The noise woke her up from her lethargy, but she didn't feel weak, but rather a long-lost sleepiness, perhaps because there was no pain in her sleep, and she didn't repeat the same nightmare.

The sound of footsteps approached again, she opened her eyes, and through the messy hair, she saw the young man smiling.

"Is the hot water good?"

"..." She lowered her head, the bottle was already empty, only three.

"What do you want to eat?" The young man took out the lunch box: "Can you stay a little longer this time and chat with me? You seem to have a lot of stories. You have stories and I have wine... No, I can't if I have a job." Let's drink some hot water."

In the opened lunch box, there are all kinds of colors and fragrances, and the fragrance hooks the gluttons, and she also feels hungry.

"Eat as much as you want, and you don't need money." The young man handed over a pair of chopsticks.

She didn't answer.

"Want me to feed you?" The young man rubbed his hands together: "I'm so embarrassed, I've never tried it, so don't blame me if it gets your nostrils stung."

She pursed her lips.

"Come, try it." The young man picked up a piece of meat: "Choose the steak of the highland black goat, marinated for a certain period of time, grilled with special fruit tree wood, and grilled with three different sauces, the taste permeates the meat It's soft and juicy, it melts in your mouth, if you take this bite, wow~"

She saw that the steak had been brought to her mouth, and her hunger for many days made her open her mouth subconsciously.

Then... the chopsticks were suddenly retracted.

The young man covered his face: "This taste is great~"

She opened her mouth slightly, staring dumbfounded at the brazen man who pretended to be feeding.

"Really think I'll feed you? Think too much." The young man pointed to the chopsticks: "Move the chopsticks yourself."

She stared at the young man, furious.

This change in expression affected the wound on his face, but it turned out to be a bit hideous.

"Pretentious, are you really the eldest lady?" The young man sat cross-legged, resting his cheeks: "It's not a good habit to stretch out your hands and open your mouth for food. Could it be that you are reduced to this stage because you are used to rich clothes and fine food?"

She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The young man made fun of himself, picked up the food, and then closed the lunch box.

"Keep the lunch box well, I will come to pick it up next time, eat clean, don't be picky eaters."

He got up sassyly, and waved his hand at the monk: "Elbow, make trouble for Wuji Demon Sect, teach them what food is today."

Back away.

The woman looked at the food box, her eyes were no longer as cold as before, but became complicated and strange.

At this time, in the next cell, just like last time, dirty hands were secretly stretched out, ready to move.

Just when that hand was about to touch the food box, she stretched out her hand and pressed the food box, her eyes warning her left and right.

...Don't touch it.

She pressed down on the food box, but she didn't eat the food inside, just... she didn't want others to touch it, maybe the box was really beautiful.

She likes pretty things.

Time passes day by day.

When the young man came back next time, it was already five days later.