Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

The convoy stopped behind a sheltered mound.

"Sizzle—"

The screech of brakes shattered the silence, and the billowing yellow sand slowly settled under the force of gravity.

The rear panel of the carriage slammed down with a loud crash, and Lin Bai jumped off.

It landed silently, its movements as nimble as a cat's, showing no trace of the deathly pallor it had displayed moments before.

"Slow down, buddy. The rocks here are sharper than knives. Don't hurt your feet."

Skinny Monkey jumped down right after him, the pistol that had been so loud in his hand now hanging obediently by his side.

He casually patted Lin Bai on the shoulder and even dusted off the dust from Lin Bai's collar.

Their closeness was so intense that anyone who didn't know better would think they were old buddies who had just walked out of a foot massage parlor side by side.

This is the true value of a "fraudster".

In just two hours.

In that carriage filled with the stench of sweat and despair.

Lin Bai only used three folk remedies related to "wilderness first aid".

In addition, he vividly fabricated several impressive resumes of "performing brain surgery on city councilors".

They successfully brainwashed the skinny monkey.

In the skinny monkey's eyes, this was no slave; it was clearly a walking "blood tonic"!

In this wasteland where medicine is scarce and even a cold can be fatal, a doctor who can wield a scalpel is more valuable than gold.

"Thanks, Monkey King."

Lin Bai's face displayed just the right amount of gratitude, three parts sincerity and seven parts respect.

It avoids appearing obsequious while still giving the other person ample face.

This scene left the slaves who came down from the next carriage completely dumbfounded.

We're all prisoners, how come you've become a guest of honor just by taking a piss?

Even in this prison uniform, you exude the air of someone traveling incognito!

Lin Bai ignored those gazes, narrowed his eyes, and subtly swept his gaze across the entire camp.

Dozens of slaves were skillfully unloading goods and starting fires, operating in an orderly fashion amidst the chaos.

Lin Bai's gaze finally settled on the lead heavy pickup truck.

To be precise, it was that flag fluttering in the wind.

White background with black patterns.

A spiral that keeps contracting inward, as if trying to suck the soul into the abyss.

Lin Bai's eyelids twitched violently.

He recognized the logo.

This is what was printed on the mysterious transport vehicle that carried the so-called "Patient Zero"—the world's first superhuman!

Absolutely no mistake, even the angle of the spiral contraction is exactly the same.

coincidence?

There are no such coincidences in this world.

Lin Bai took a deep breath, and his consciousness instantly sank.

Question: What does this spiral symbol actually represent?

Deep in my mind, that old parchment unfolds languidly.

Blood-red handwriting emerged like a snake:

[Driving simulation in progress...]

The moment those three words appeared, Lin Bai felt a jolt on his scalp and his muscles tensed instantly.

A mysterious yet real sense of constraint, like an invisible net, fell from nowhere and tightly bound his soul.

This is... the weight of fate.

He was familiar with this feeling; he had experienced it once before when he inquired about potion recipes.

One of the rules of the parchment is that fate binds you together.

The parchment can answer all questions, but when deducing the answer, there is a certain probability that it will be connected to the answer.

Once the connection was established, he and the answer were bound together by fate.

He must complete the tasks related to this answer in order to resolve his fate.

Otherwise, you'll never be able to ask a second question in your entire life.

As for the pattern of this fateful bond... the sample size is too small, and Lin Bai hasn't analyzed it yet.

If we now know the true nature of this spiral symbol, the condition for dispelling fate might just be "destroying the faction" or "joining the faction."

With his current small frame, how could he possibly challenge a force that looks like the final boss?

That's like lighting a lantern in a toilet—it's suicidal.

In the last second before his fate was completely sealed, Lin Bai's thoughts raced, and he roared wildly in his mind:

[Withdrawal! Change question! What's my name?!]

The blood-written words on the parchment suddenly stopped, as if choked.

The suffocating feeling of confinement vanished instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a line of ink, brimming with sarcasm, appeared on the parchment:

[Answer: Lin Bai.]

[Note: He slid down pretty quickly, what a coward.]

Lin Bai breathed a sigh of relief; his back was soaked with cold sweat, but this maneuver was definitely a "tactical retreat."

Fate binds us, fate dissolves us.

This is not just a restriction, but the core gameplay of parchment.

Once you are bound by fate and complete the follow-up to the information given in the parchment, you can obtain "Fate Points".

By consuming Fate Points, he can even directly modify the text on the parchment, thereby distorting reality!

For example, if the parchment says: "The skinny monkey has ten bullets in his gun."

If he has enough Fate Points, he can change "ten" to "zero" and make the bullets in the skinny monkey's gun disappear into thin air.

This is the true horror of parchment.

Intelligence is just the foundation; tampering with reality is the real killer weapon!

Unfortunately, he is now penniless, possessing only the Fate Points he gains from dissolving fate when acquiring potion ingredients.

"What are you daydreaming about, Dr. Lin? You're just wasting your time!"

Skinny Monkey's loud voice interrupted Lin Bai's thoughts.

The two walked to a makeshift table.

A one-eyed man in charge of serving food didn't even look at it before casually scooping a spoonful of dark, cement-like paste from the large bucket.

With a "smack," it was thrown into the broken bowl in front of Lin Bai.

That's a wasteland specialty called "Nutritional Paste"—made from a mixture of synthetic starch, insect carcasses, and sawdust.

Even a dog would shake its head at the smell.

The one-eyed man waved his hand impatiently: "Next."

Lin Bai didn't move, just quietly looked at the unidentified object in the bowl, even with a smile on his face.

"Snapped!"

A hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and swept the bowl of porridge onto the ground.

Skinny Monkey slammed his hand on the table, making the soup bucket shake, and pointed at One-Eyed Dragon's nose, cursing:

"Are your eye sockets just for show? This is Dr. Lin! He's my brother! You're feeding your brother pig swill?"

The one-eyed man was stunned, as were the other scavengers around him who were slurping from their bowls.

"Get Dr. Lin a different meal! Use our cadres' rations! Add canned meat! Make it the good stuff!"

"Don't try to fool me with those inferior rations mixed with stone worms!"

The skinny monkey spat all over the one-eyed man's face.

The one-eyed man was stunned by the spray and subconsciously glanced at Lin Bai.

The ragged young man was smiling at him, his eyes seeming to say: Look, I also want to eat pig feed, but he won't let me.

"Hey...hey! Okay! I'll change it right away!" Although One-Eyed Dragon didn't understand the situation, seeing Skinny Monkey's protective attitude, he quickly changed to a stainless steel plate.

This time, inside were two thick slices of oily luncheon meat, and a piece of bread that, while hard, was at least made of wheat.

"Thanks, bro."

Lin Bai took the plate naturally.

Not far away, the slaves who were squatting on the ground licking the black sludge were all staring wide-eyed, their mouths agape and their eyes almost popping out.

They're both two-legged sheep, so why is he allowed to eat meat?!

This is called social arrogance, this is called technology as equity.

Lin Bai ignored the envious, jealous, and hateful looks, and sat down on the pile of tires with the skinny monkey, holding the plate.

He slowly and methodically tore apart the bread while casually scanning the entire room.

......

Soon, his professional habits led him to notice something unusual.

At the very edge of the camp, in a shadowy corner far from everyone, stood a lone pickup truck.

A specially made alloy cage is welded onto the truck bed, reinforced with steel bars thicker than a thumb.

It was even covered with a thick black cloth, leaving only a small opening for feeding.

The other slaves were all driven off the cart and allowed to get some fresh air.

This one is the only one that enjoys the benefits of a "top-class single room" and "fully enclosed management".

At this moment, a guard carrying a food tray carefully approached the cage and used a two-meter-long pole to poke the food inside.

The way it looked wasn't like feeding someone, but more like feeding a Tyrannosaurus Rex that was about to leap up and devour them.

"Brother Monkey," Lin Bai asked, his mouth greasy as he took a bite of luncheon meat.

"Who's that? Such a grand entrance? Needs someone to wait on them?"

The skinny monkey followed his gaze and glanced at him, a mysterious smug look on his face.

He lowered his voice, leaned close to Lin Bai's ear, and said with a hint of smugness:

"That's our prized possession, the real 'big cargo' of this trip."

"Let's leave aside the other great treasures that the boss obtained in the ruins of Cloud City."

"Tell me about this guy... I heard he's an extremely dangerous wanted criminal. We don't know exactly what he did, but on Blackrock City's bounty board, his head is..."

The skinny monkey stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Lin Bai.

"Ten gold coins?" Lin Bai guessed a number cooperatively.

"Bah! That's too narrow-minded!" The skinny monkey's eyes gleamed, his voice trembling. "It's one hundred gold coins! A whole one hundred gold coins!!"

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow, slightly startled.

Based on what he had previously extracted from the skinny man in the car.

In the wasteland, ten silver coins are enough for a Blackrock City resident to survive for a month.

One hundred gold coins is equivalent to ten thousand silver coins.

This amount of money is enough to turn brothers against each other and fathers and sons into enemies.

"Wow, this isn't a person, it's a walking, mobile vault!" Lin Bai exclaimed.

Just then.

Perhaps the guard's hand was shaking, and the long pole accidentally hit the edge of the cage.

A corner of the black cloth slipped down.

It revealed only the tip of the iceberg inside the cage.

There sat a burly man.

He huddled in the shadows, his unusually short, silver-white hair standing out starkly in the dim light.

He was looking down, holding a piece of bloody raw meat in his hand, chewing it mechanically.

The silver-haired man did not seem to look up.

But in that instant, the hairs on Lin Bai's body stood on end!

He's looking at me.

Lin Bai was absolutely certain.

Although the other party had their head down, although they were dozens of meters away, and although there was an iron cage and a black cloth blocking their way.

But he could sense that the wanted criminal was definitely observing him.

This is the intuition of a con artist.

Lin Bai calmly withdrew his gaze, took a big bite of luncheon meat, and forcibly suppressed the strange feeling that welled up in his heart.

This team is interesting.

A spiral symbol connected to a bizarre city.

A silver-haired monster worth 100 gold coins.

There was also a con artist who had infiltrated the group and was full of lies.

"It seems this journey..."

Lin Bai swallowed the meat in his mouth, a playful yet dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"I won't be bored anymore."

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