I Became an Anonymous Boss

In the middle of the night, Bai Taki came to the dragon wall and watched the changes of the dragon wall.

He let out a breath and raised his hand to open the gate.

The white mist was dense, and the demon once again stepped into a new time and space.

……

It was drizzling and the sky was gloomy.

Shirataki stepped through the gate of the white mist, and the surrounding scenery has changed.

Every time you pass through the boundary gate, you will come to a strange environment. This kind of novelty is really irresistible.

It's like opening a brand new game, every operation and every exploration is fresh and interesting.

With the new map coming, the first thing to do is to judge the general situation.

An excellent game will have a complete teaching mechanism, but Shirataki is already a veteran, and he can skip the novice tutorial directly.

He didn't change clothes on this trip, but wore ordinary sportswear, with empty hands and only an umbrella.

It can come in handy, hold an umbrella, and walk on some muddy roads.

He was at a crossroads, but he didn't know where to go, and fell into thought for a while.

At that time, a figure appeared not far away in the misty rain.

The man was leading a horse, with a little luggage on the horse's back, holding a dark yellow oil-paper umbrella, and wearing a black coat to keep out dust and mud.

The footsteps are very light, but they walk very steadily.

The footprints left are almost uniform in depth, and they are very careful when walking, so that the mud does not stain the trouser legs, and the feet are raised and lowered, which is not the habitual walking of the forefoot landing and the heel lifting.

Just by looking at the walk, one realizes that this is not an ordinary traveler.

Just get used to it, Jiemen will not throw himself anywhere at will.

Every time you open a gate and come to a new place, the first person you meet is often very important.

The first time it was Yazi, the second time it was the witch, and the third time who was it?

Shirataki looked at the other party, and the other party was also looking at him. He took a few careful glances, as if probing something, and after a while, he seemed to see through something and lost interest. Then he lowered his gaze and walked along the The road continues.

"Please stop." Shirataki said proactively.

The horse's hooves stopped, but the opponent did not approach, and stopped five steps away. It seemed that something was being pressed under the clothes, probably a protective weapon.

"What's the matter?" The voice came, slightly hoarse, and the age could not be distinguished, but it could be heard as a woman.

"Under Shirataki." He introduced himself: "I'm from another place, and somehow I came to this place. I'm not familiar with the place, so I want to ask, what is this place? After all, it's getting dark soon. So I wanted to find a suitable place to stay."

... Judging by the accent, it is indeed not me.

The visitor relaxed a little, and replied, "Follow this road and walk thirty miles forward, and you will find Lin'an."

Shirataki touched his chin.

His historical knowledge is not outstanding, but he still has an impression of the term Lin'an, which is the name of Qiantang in ancient times.

Geographical location has not changed much.

"Thirty miles..." Bai Taki glanced at the sky, he would arrive soon at his own speed, he cupped his hands: "Thank you."

"Wait." This time it was the other party who asked, "Are you going to Lin'an?"

"Correct."

"What to do?"

"Looking for someone." Bai Taki said, "There are relatives here."

"in a hurry?"

"I'm not particularly anxious, I have to find a place to settle first, right?"

"Then I suggest you don't go." The visitor said flatly: "Along ten miles along the road I came from, there will be a farmhouse where you can stay overnight."

"Isn't this the opposite?"

"Personal suggestion, you can listen or not."

"What about the road here?" Shirataki pointed to the left side of the intersection.

"Leading to the abandoned Lan Temple, it has become a place of mass graves, full of ghosts."

"What about the right?" Shirataki pointed to the right again.

"Leading to Jinshan Temple."

"Jinshan Temple?" Bai Taki became interested, would Fa Hai dream of Dawei Tianlong?

"Temples are no longer a place for good men and women to go." The other party sneered: "The monks who stay in the temple now may not be monks... If you want to go to the temple to spend the night, you'd better die. Be careful. Go with your life, come back with your life."

"What do you mean?" Bai Taki became even more curious. Even the monk has become a murderous and arsonous monk?

"It means, if you ask me to show you the way, I will show you a way." The visitor raised his finger and pointed to his own circuit: "Turn back."

She pulled the rein and walked past Bai Taki: "Go a little farther, the farther away from Lin'an the better."

The visitor walked away in the mist and rain, towards Lin'an where the sky was even darker.

Shirataki stood on the spot, undecided.

This man is not so much a guide as a warning, a warning that other roads must not be taken at all.

How should I put it, it’s like opening the Black Soul series, the first character you encounter is Brother Disappointed, and I’ll tell you at the beginning—you can’t, you just can’t, you still can’t, give up, lie down, let it go Bar……

In the final analysis, there is only one sentence-turning back and doing the right thing.

So I turned around and closed the game and stopped playing?

That is impossible.

Shirataki didn't think he would overturn here, he had already become a bucket number in another world, and he could be hacked by a group of mobs?

In ancient Lin'an, spiritual recovery was not even activated, and cultivation was extremely difficult, and the era of mysterious recovery has not yet come.

Standing still, a group of people came to beat him up and it was just scraping.

So it is impossible to turn back. I want me to turn back, unless the broken bridge in front of me is under construction.

So the next question is...where to go?

Except for the way back, choose one of three, should you go to Lin'an, Jinshan Temple, or Mass Burial Mound?

Lin'an will definitely be going in the end, and he also plans to visit his ancestors, see the situation of the Bai family, and cheat for food and drink along the way.

So the branches that can be explored now are left and right.

"Choose the left side." Shirataki made a standard man's choice.

……

The woman sits on horseback.

A small blue snake swam out of her cuff.

It spat out the letter and opened its mouth, as if to say something.

The woman said indifferently: "I don't think he will turn his head back. Instead, he will just ignore my words. People are like this. They can't listen to it. It's useless to say it a hundred times or a thousand times, unless he can see it with his own eyes."

The green snake wagged its tail.

"Why don't you let him see it? Do you think I have the time to take care of other people? As long as he doesn't look back, it doesn't matter whether he goes to Lin'an, Jinshan Temple or the mass grave, he will die."

The green snake raised its head and shook its head.

"I said that just for my own peace of mind."

"It's very hypocritical, I know it myself, but what can I do?"

"The Bai family is not what it used to be. They are barely able to protect themselves, let alone protect the [-] people in Lin'an."

The woman stretched out her finger and poked the spirit snake's head.

"Seven years have passed, what does Lin'an look like today, full of monsters, spirits, and evil spirits, full of cannibals."

"It seems that there is no change, but how many people died unexpectedly."

"In just seven years, it's as if the world has changed."

She held the reins and looked into the dark clouds of smoke.

"The other families refused to help, and they have already been frightened out of their guts. In the end, we can only do this by ourselves."

"Let's go."

"Let's go home and have a look."

The horse ran towards Lin'an City.

On the horse's back, the silver dragon energy flashed away.

The records in historical classics are sometimes not true, especially the records left by one family and one surname, it only depends on how the predecessors wrote it.

Thousands of years later, people do not know at all how the catastrophe started and ended. The truth is always hidden in the dust of history.

You will know when the dust is blown away, and the words left behind are only far-fetched explanations after all.

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The smoke and clouds are hazy, and the weather in Lin'an has come to the rainy season.

The change of weather added a bit of chill to the dark sky.

A gust of wind blew across the empty road, and the paper strips hanging from the willow trees swayed, and the dark strips swayed, like chain vines, and like the hair falling down when a woman bent over, it was very strange in the dim light and shadow.

There is a folk saying of the four ghost trees, pagoda tree, poplar, mulberry, and willow. No mulberry is planted in the front, and no willow is planted in the back.

Large tracts of willow forests cannot be planted at will. There has always been such a saying in Feng Shui, just like there is a forest of willow trees near a mass grave or a house, this is undoubtedly a fierce and shady place.

Naturally, in a world without spiritual revival, when it comes to the effect of feng shui, the actual impact is very subtle. The earth has a dragon's sleep barrier, and it is difficult for demons and monsters to appear. Damn, even the scientific principles are overturned by you... Then it is not a normal discussion, but in this mass grave, it is not the same thing after all.

Ancient people may or may not respect ghosts and gods.

Since ancient times, there have been gentlemen who have maintained a righteous spirit and are not afraid of ghosts and gods, but there are also some scholars who are curious about ghost novels and travel all over the world, looking for mountains and rivers to collect ghosts and gods.