Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

The cold storage was chilling, filled with a strong smell of blood.

Lin Bai ignored the "ingredients" hanging on the iron hooks, which had been processed beyond recognition, and fixed his gaze on a corpse lying on a cart in the corner.

He was a dockworker, wearing a coarse cloth shirt, with dark skin and muscles as firm as granite.

He must have been a strong and capable man in life.

"You're the one."

Lin Bai chased Old Wang, who was about to wet himself in fear, out to guard the gate, and then raised his right hand.

The red crystal ring shimmered with an eerie light in the dim light.

"Get up and get to work, working people."

With a thought, the surface of the ring rippled like water.

A scarlet, pulsating blood droplet, resembling a heart, popped out with a "pop" and precisely burrowed into the back of the corpse's neck.

"Click click..."

A sickening, bone-grinding sound rang out.

The previously stiff corpse twitched suddenly, and then its tightly closed eyes opened, its pupils replaced by an eerie crimson.

"It's not over yet, let me give you a buff."

Lin Bai took out the dark blue [Deep Blue-III] from his pocket.

For living people, this is a deadly poison that causes sanity to collapse and the body to fester.

But for the Blood Servant, who has lost all sense of pain and is immortal, this is a god-level cheat code tailor-made for him!

"This is called version advantage."

The needle plunged deep into the bulging veins on the corpse's neck.

"Sizzle—"

The pale blue liquid was injected, and the corpse convulsed violently, as if countless small snakes were slithering wildly beneath its skin.

That's muscle fibers reorganizing and strengthening.

A moment later, everything returned to calm.

The aura emanating from that body was several times more dangerous than when it was alive.

"From today onwards, you will be called 'A-Ya'."

Lin Bai nodded in satisfaction. "Lie down and play dead. We should go."

Aya mechanically lay back down on the delivery cart, and Lin Bai casually pulled a piece of black cloth over him.

......

Five minutes later.

Lin Bai pushed the small cart covered with a black cloth out of the kitchen and swaggered straight through the hall full of diners.

The wheels of the cart made a "gurgling" sound on the uneven ground.

As I passed a table, perhaps due to the vibration, a pale, calloused hand drooped down from the edge of the black cloth, dangling in mid-air.

A diner facing this hand, with half a juicy meat bun in his mouth, froze instantly.

Those are... manpower?

dead?

A dead body was wheeled out of the kitchen where steamed buns were being made?

The diners' gazes followed the hand, moved to Lin Bai, and then to the tightly closed kitchen door.

Finally, it landed on the half-eaten bun in my hand, revealing the pink meat filling.

A terrifying association instantly pierced his skull and rushed straight to his head.

"vomit--!!!"

The man immediately covered his mouth, bent over, and began to vomit violently, almost bringing up bile.

This vomiting was like toppling dominoes.

The people around were stunned at first, then they saw the drooping dead hand, and then looked at the meat in their bowls. Their faces turned ashen.

"This...this is..."

"Ugh—! This steamed bun... is it made of human flesh?"

"Murder! Old Wang killed someone to make filling!!"

The once bustling steamed bun shop instantly erupted into chaos, filled with screams, vomiting, and the sound of tables being overturned, creating a very disorderly scene.

Lin Bai, the one who caused all of this, acted as if nothing had happened.

Pushing her cart and humming an unknown tune, she gracefully walked out of the street under the horrified gazes of everyone.

Behind him, with a loud bang, Old Wang slammed the door of the steamed bun shop shut and hung up a "Temporarily Closed" sign.

......

Two streets away, in a dead-end alley.

Lin Bai lifted the black cloth.

"Get up, Aya."

Ah Ya sat up straight, her movements full of strength.

Lin Bai handed it a large black robe that had been prepared beforehand, a pair of black contact lenses, and a mask that only revealed its chin.

"Put them on, we need to keep a low profile."

When Aya was fully armed and stood behind Lin Bai, the deathly aura of the corpse was completely concealed, replaced by a mysterious, silent, and dangerous sense of oppression.

"Powerful henchmen are in position."

Lin Bai summoned the parchment again, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Question: What's the fastest way to infiltrate the "Dirt Brotherhood"?

The parchment seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and the writing appeared quickly:

【answer:】

[1. Simply show them the ring to let them know you are a distinguished necromancer. Or directly state your identity as a transcendent being, and you will be their honored guest.]

2. Wait for the unified recruitment three months later.

3. Three kilometers east, at the "Iron Fist Fighting Gym." There you'll find a group of violent freaks who've trained their brains into muscles, and a core member with the authority to recruit.

[Note: That group of violent freaks is perfect for a conman like you, whose cunning is more complex than a honeycomb briquette, to be their "brain."]

Revealing the ring and my identity as a superhuman is definitely not an option.

The ring's power is too terrifying; once it's exposed, who knows what will happen?

The fraudster's identity must not be exposed.

How can a conman continue to deceive people once everyone knows he is a conman?

so......

Lin Bai looked at the last line of text and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A violent maniac? Brainless?

OK!

It's good to be brainless!

As for brains, I only need one.

He turned to look at Ah Ya, who stood silently behind him like the Grim Reaper, and snapped his fingers.

"Let's go, Aya."

"Let me show you what it means to 'win people over with virtue'."

......

Iron Fist Fighting Gym.

This place is less of a boxing gym and more of a legal gladiatorial arena.

It has to be the kind of place where you can smell the blood even without buying a ticket.

The three-story red brick building looked like a feverish monster, with several rusty steam pipes welded to its exterior walls.

Huge exhaust fans spun tirelessly on the wall.

"Crunch, crunch."

With each rotation, it spews out a murky heat wave mixed with the stench of sweat and cheap tobacco.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the two heavy iron doors were kicked open from the inside.

A bruised and battered man flew out like a rag doll and crashed heavily onto the muddy street.

He probably had two broken ribs, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't even scream.

Two burly men wearing black vests followed closely behind and came out.

Each person grabbed one of his feet, dragged him up like a dead dog, and threw him directly into the stinking ditch by the roadside.

"You dare to challenge someone without money? Pshaw!"

The burly man spat out a mouthful of phlegm, turned around and went back into the house, slamming the iron door shut with a loud bang.

The passersby didn't even look up; those who needed to continue on their way went on their way, and those who needed to beg went beg.

In the outer city, it's as common as seeing a stray dog ​​urinate.

Lin Bai stood across the street, reaching out to press down the hem of his clothes that were being blown up by the heat.

Ah Ya stood quietly half a step behind him, her wide black robe concealing her lifeless face, like a ghost ready to claim a life at any moment.

"That's interesting."

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow, his consciousness sinking into his mind.

Question: I need to meet with the person in charge here. What's the most efficient way to do this?

The parchment trembled, revealing blood-red ink stains.

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[Answer: Iron Fist Fighting Gym Owner, Iron Fist (nickname "Iron Fist"). Sequence 9 "Thug".]

[Personality Analysis: This person has an extreme affinity for violence, but due to limited brain capacity, suffers from severe "intelligence worship syndrome."]

He believed that only intelligent people could survive long in this messed-up world, and his lifelong dream was to become a "refined and easy-going" wise man.

[Although his method of realizing his dreams usually involves punching people's brains out to see if there are any intellectual gems inside.]

[Entry Recommendation:]

[1. Break in. Knock out the teeth of those two guard dogs at the door, and you'll be a VIP.]

2. Conceal your intelligence. Demonstrate that you are significantly more intelligent than the people here, making them perceive you as a profound and unfathomable intellectual.

[Note: The burly doorman at the entrance is named Buck. He's a miser, and his secret stash of money is hidden in an absolutely unexpected place—under the insole of his left boot.]

[Although it's safe there, unfortunately, because he has sweaty feet, the gold coins now smell...tsk tsk, I suggest not taking them.]

Lin Bai almost burst out laughing when he saw the last line of notes.

This perverse sense of humor about parchment is really getting to his liking more and more.

"Let's go, Aya."

......