Unlucky black cat

Chapter 167 Society is complex

Tell it realistically.

Even Xing Tai herself couldn't believe her recent experience.

Cats like Jiang Sheng should be completely divorced from reality.

Now, he is actually standing in front of her.

When the rumored stories become reality, it is obviously difficult for people to explain their emotions.

Just like Xing Tai right now, there is always a weird feeling lingering in her heart.

It turns out that urban legends really may exist.

Then the hero, may he have met other legendary figures as well.

Xing Tai smiled as she had a sudden thought.

Adhering to the mentality of having nothing to do, the girl lowered her head and looked for her mobile phone.

Then he told Jiang Sheng about another strange story he heard today.

By the way, hero, have you ever heard of the lucky white boy?

Meow?

Jiang Sheng, who finally finished chewing the biscuit, turned his head to the side and licked his lips blankly.

Lucky white boy?

What's this name?

Why have I heard of it?

Seeing the indifferent look of the black cat, Xing Tai talked about the information about the white boy.

He is an urban legend that appeared with you recently. Just when you were saving people, it was said that there was a white-haired boy walking on the streets of Luotai City who could give people good luck. Some people say, The young man looks handsome and dresses strangely. He has no clothes on his body and only relies on a bandage around his waist to barely cover his body. Ordinary people cannot see him, but if someone can meet him, then that person will gain Three days of good luck. So hero, do you think this is true?

ha?

Listening to the information Xing Tai found from the Internet, Jiang Sheng stood there blankly.

A white-haired boy with a bandage around his waist can give people good luck for three days.

Good guy, isn’t that me?

Are you asking me if what I did is true?

The black cat with question marks on its head jumped lightly and jumped directly behind Xing Tai.

Then he used his dark golden pupils to browse the posts on his phone.

The white-haired boy who can bring luck to others.

Real-time sightings posted by three people in a row.

“The truth hidden in the dash cam.”

The aesthetics of monsters displayed by urban ghost stories.

Wait, wait, all kinds of titles came into Black Cat's eyes.

That's for sure.

In terms of the popularity of ghost stories.

Bai Juvenile's search index has already surpassed the same type of rain cat by a large margin.

Especially after the boy's image was exposed by the car recorder.

This earliest entry, which only appeared two days ago, has already begun to spread like wildfire.

Gamers, psychic anchors, beauty bloggers, school students, and even fans of the anime circle.

All kinds of people were now involved in the discussion about the white boy.

Thirty minutes, a comprehensive record of the Lucky Demon's makeup.

How to infer the background of Bai Juvenile based on historical documents.

Ten consecutive gold medals, I can achieve it without asking anyone!

Does the network chart have the function of improving luck?

Running around without clothes isn't exposing Jia Goobun. Isn't that illegal?

Go back upstairs, it's against the law to be ugly.

Who in my family understands that a beautiful boy who is homeless and dressed in rags is simply a dead child, okay?

Young man Bai is actually a Wong Tai Sin! Do you understand Bai Mao Bing? It is a weasel that is only sick! Anyone who meets it will have its merits stolen. Don't be fooled!

I don't care, I just want to draw cards!

Looking at the replies on the screen, the corners of Jiang Sheng's eyes twitched slightly.

Things are getting serious.

This was the first thought that came to Black Cat's mind at the moment.

But then, it caught a glimpse of Xing Tai's expression nearby.

The girl at this moment was scrolling up and down the web page with great interest.

Could she be interested in urban ghost stories?

Jiang Sheng frowned and thought silently.

Suddenly, Black Cat's eyes lit up.

Hey, can I take advantage of this so-called white boy?

To guide Xing Tai to visit her father?

Recently, Yang Fuxian's disaster has become more and more restless. Jiang Sheng was already ready to kidnap Xing Tai.

But now, it seems that there are more options to choose from.

…

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

Yang Fuxian's subordinate An Ming drove to the door of Xing Tai's house again.

He always comes during this time.

However, this time, he did not enter the house. He got off the car and just stood respectfully outside the door.

An hour, two hours.

Jiang Sheng saw him when the black cat passed the high wall.

He also saw Jiang Sheng, looking sideways by chance.

The rays of sunrise fell on the man's shoulders, making his figure look even more tired. The shadow extending out from under the feet was crooked and even lost behind the shadows.

An Ming was probably very tired.

For the past three months, he has been working hard to keep the club running.

Unfortunately, due to its lack of prestige, it was unable to integrate the group.

Nowadays, the foundation of the society is crumbling, and the leaders, big and small, are hiding their selfish interests. Factions are fighting each other, and outside forces are eyeing it.

An Ming knew that he had to find a way.

In fact, he has actually thought of a way.

However, Xing Tai was unwilling to cooperate.

Click.

It was about seven o'clock in the morning.

Xing Tai carried her schoolbag and opened the courtyard door.

Hiss! Uncle An, why are you standing here?

An Ming standing outside the door startled her.

The girl took two steps back before covering her chest and asked in surprise.

Miss, the current situation of the club is very bad. Some old people in the group are only willing to listen to you. Please take over the boss's property. We need you to take charge.

An Ming's expression was extremely upright as he begged.

But Xing Tai didn't feel much about this.

Uncle An, if you come here for anything else, I promise to welcome you. It's just about things in the club. Please don't talk to me anymore. I really don't want to care about it. That's it, I'm going to school first.

Xing Tai said, about to turn around and leave.

Miss!

The next moment, An Ming's voice came from behind her again.

Don't you really care? You don't care that your father's property is eaten by those wild dogs. Yes, our group's business is not clean. But at least we are still cooperating with the government, and at least we can maintain most of the order. .

Without us, miss, without us, there would only be more gray industries in Luotai City, and those idle people would only be more unscrupulous. You know, now, in the few places we just lost, a batch of new unique products have been released. Miss, you understand, at least we never act alone. So you really don’t care, just because you don’t want to get your hands dirty, so you’re going to let these things happen?

On the empty streets.

Xing Tai turned her back to An Ming. It took a long time before she took another step.

She still didn't look back.

Although she was indeed confused.