Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Upon entering the city, the noise instantly intensified.

The sounds of gears grinding together, vendors hawking their wares, and distant factory whistles blended together to create a chaotic and turbulent industrial symphony.

Lin Bai turned into a dark, unnoticed alleyway, and his haughty aristocratic demeanor instantly crumbled.

"call......"

"Is this the joy of being a 'con artist'? It's getting addictive."

Lin Bai rubbed his stiff cheeks, and couldn't help but smile.

Although it's like walking a tightrope, the thrill of manipulating other people's perceptions and using lies to sway reality is indeed captivating.

Now that we've come in, we need to address the people's livelihood issues first.

Its belly was protesting, and the wolf king's horn on its back also needed to find a place to strike.

Just then, a notice board at the entrance of the alley caught his attention.

The walls were covered with all sorts of colorful notices: missing person notices, notices about men with STDs, and even notices offering large sums of money for a child, layered upon layer.

In the most conspicuous position, a brand-new wanted poster stood out conspicuously.

Lin Bai's gaze swept over the portrait, and his heart skipped a beat.

The portrait depicts a burly man with clear yet foolish eyes; it is none other than Ah Qi.

But what shocked Lin Bai was the bounty figure below the portrait.

I heard from Skinny Monkey that Ah Qi's bounty is 100 gold coins. That's a huge sum of money that can drive anyone crazy.

But now...

There was a zero following that number.

Bounty: Code name "Number Seven".

Whether they are dead or alive, providing direct clues is also acceptable.

Bounty: 1000 gold coins!

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands..."

Lin Bai gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his teeth.

In Blackrock City, 10 gold coins are enough for a family of three to live comfortably for a year.

1000 gold coins? That's enough to buy half a street!

"It's making me want to report them too..."

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes as he looked at the spiral seal on the wanted poster.

"It seems I've accidentally gotten caught in a terrible whirlpool."

......

Outside Blackrock City, the air is always filled with a strange smell of sewers and engine oil.

One puff can make your lungs ache for half a day.

Lin Bai walked out of the black market pawnshop, squeezed the light money bag in his hand, and his expression was somewhat indescribable.

The unicorn horn that was forcibly broken off from the wolf king's skull sold for only 10 gold coins.

"What swindlers..." Lin Bai stuffed the gold coins into his pocket and shook his head helplessly. "Indeed, everyone has their own expertise. These merchants are much more ruthless than me, a con artist, when it comes to bargaining."

But I don't have time to worry about money right now.

The black, stained line on his chest, like a persistent, insidious infection, ticked away like a tireless countdown clock, reminding him:

If you don't want to die, you have to get involved.

Lin Bai slipped into an empty dead-end alley, leaned against a wall covered in graffiti, and focused his mind.

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

[Question: What exactly is this "spirit etching plate" you mentioned earlier?]

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[Answer: A device that filters out impurities of spiritual energy from the air. Simply put, it's like installing a "water purifier" in your spiritual sea, allowing you to directly absorb spiritual energy and become stronger. This is an essential item for all extraordinary individuals.]

[Note: Buy it. This thing will show you what a "bottomless pit of spending money" really means.]

Lin Bai's eye twitched, and he continued asking questions.

Question: Where can I find the best spirit etching plate for me?

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[1. In the hands of "Scarface" George. Additional effect: Overall enhancement of physical attributes (Warrior's Joy Board).]

2. Tulip Alchemy Shop. Additional effect: Increases mental resistance (beginner-level mage item).

[3. Dust Brotherhood Headquarters Warehouse, Original Motherboard III. Additional effect: Increases maximum Spirituality.]

Upon seeing the words "mother board," Lin Bai's eyes instantly sharpened.

This is not just a gaming experience, but also a rule of thumb in online novels—anything that comes with words like "first generation," "original version," or "original" is definitely an SSR-level artifact.

Question: What is a motherboard?

[Answer: The ancestor of all spirit-etched plates. All plates on the market are made by alchemists imitating it. Ordinary plates are highly exclusive and cannot be shared, but master plates can be infinitely stacked with other master plates for use.]

[Note: Those clueless idiots mistook it for a valuable antique. If you don't seize this opportunity to snag this "version of the answer," I suggest you just find a block of tofu and kill yourself.]

"Got it, that's the one."

Lin Bai snapped his fingers, locking onto the target: the Dust Brotherhood.

But here's the problem: it's a gang headquarters, and one of the largest gangs in the city.

It's not a public restroom that you can just walk into whenever you want.

Lin Bai rubbed the red crystal ring on his finger, then touched the vial of [Deep Blue-III] potion in his pocket, a potion powerful enough to drive a living person to despair.

He is a steady person.

In such high-level games, not having any trump cards in hand makes you feel uneasy.

We must first create the "Blood Servant" to become a powerful bodyguard.

Question: I need a fresh, well-preserved corpse. Where can I find one?

The parchment answered quickly this time, seemingly very interested in this kind of "troublesome" question.

[Answer: Turn left 200 meters ahead, and you'll find "Old Wang's Steamed Bun Shop".]

[Note: The owner there is a very "creative" chef. Although he's currently open, I think you wouldn't mind taking a look around the kitchen. By the way, whatever you do, don't eat their meat buns; you know why.]

Don't eat meat buns?

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding.

.......

"Old Wang's Steamed Bun Shop".

It was breakfast time, and the shop was bustling with activity and filled with the sounds of people.

A large iron pot by the door was churning with thick steam, emitting a mouthwatering aroma of meat.

Several greasy tables were set up by the roadside, filled with diners from all walks of life.

Dockworkers, down-on-their-luck gamblers, and sleepy prostitutes, each holding a large bowl, ate with their mouths full of oil, making smacking noises all around.

"Have you heard? The bounty on 'Number Seven' has gone up again!"

A thug with a missing front tooth stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, spitting out chopped scallions as he muttered, "A thousand gold coins! Goodness, if I ever run into that..."

"Come on," the person next to him scoffed, rolling his eyes. "With your puny build, that guy is a ruthless guy who blew up the Spiral Tower."

"And I heard that because of this, a lot of people died outside the city, and even a large number of those money-grubbing scavengers were wiped out."

Lin Bai lowered the brim of his hat, walked through the whispers, and went straight into the shop.

The room was dimly lit and the air was stuffy.

An old man with a face full of red spots and a bulbous nose was leaning over the counter doing accounts, with a gleaming boning knife next to him.

"How many guests? Meat buns or vegetable buns?" Old Wang asked without looking up, his greasy fingers clicking away on the abacus.

"I'm not buying steamed buns."

Lin Bai's voice was soft, yet it carried a chill.

He walked to the counter, his slender fingers holding a gleaming gold coin, and slapped it onto the greasy tabletop with a "smack".

In the outer city, the crisp sound of gold coins hitting the table is more beautiful than any symphony.

Old Wang suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes fixed on the gold coin, his Adam's apple bobbing greedily. "Then... what does the guest want?"

"I want a corpse."

Lin Bai casually toyed with another gold coin, its golden light dancing on his fingertips.

"It has to be fresh, just passed away, preferably from someone who's trained or does manual labor, with a solid foundation."

Old Wang's expression changed instantly.

For a moment, the air in the entire shop seemed to freeze.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively gripped the boning knife beside him, his voice dry and hoarse:

"Friend, you can eat anything, but you can't say anything. This is a legitimate steamed bun shop, made with high-quality ingredients. We haven't even mixed in stone worms, so where would you get a corpse from? Are you looking for trouble?"

"Yeah?"

Lin Bai leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on Old Wang across the counter, a chilling smirk spreading across his lips.

"It seems I made a mistake."

He sighed regretfully, his gaze passing over Old Wang and then meaningfully sweeping over the diners outside the door who were enjoying their meal. His voice rose slightly:

"I have a friend who was supposed to be delivered to you this morning. Since you don't have a body here... then has he become... filling for those steamers outside?"

Although the words were not spoken loudly, they struck Old Wang like a thunderclap.

Making human flesh buns is a taboo in the city!

If word gets out, he will be torn to pieces by the angry mob, leaving not even a bone fragment!

"Stop! Stop talking!"

Old Wang was so frightened that his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He frantically pulled a bunch of keys from under the counter, not daring to even touch the gold coin, his hands trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

"I have it! I have it! It's all in the kitchen cold storage! My goodness, please keep your voice down! Please!"

"If you had said that earlier, it would have been settled."

Lin Bai dropped his sinister expression, patted Old Wang on the shoulder, and casually took the gold coins back—freebies make people happy.

"lead the way."

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