I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

The mainland of the Daxia Federation Empire, the Governorate of Guangnan, and Jiangcheng City.

A coastal industrial city.

World-renowned for automobile manufacturing and finishing.

By night, it was almost eleven o'clock.

In the east of Jiangcheng City, in a small alley, Ling Ping'an looked at the streets and alleys that had gradually disappeared, and sighed leisurely: "Why is this business getting worse and worse!"

"Last month, I could still earn some utility bills..."

"I didn't even earn utility bills this month!"

Ling Ping'an is the owner of the bookstore called 'Qiyuan'.

The bookstore opened in a small alley next to the Chengdong Industrial Park, and business was so good that it exploded.

But since Lingping took over, the business has gone downhill inexplicably.

At first, I could make some money, but gradually I could only earn some living expenses. Now, I have not made a single business in a month.

It seems that since Lingping came, the existence of bookstores has become more and more thin in this area.

At first, people will still remember that there was a bookstore called Qiyuan, which had a lot of books at a reasonable price, and often came to buy books.

Slowly, people don't seem to remember this.

Many people don't seem to know that there is a bookstore in the alley in front of their house.

What's more strange is that the nearby neighbors are all familiar with Lingping.

Everyday they say hello and greet each other.

When it came time to buy a book, I forgot about it.

Fortunately, the store is its own.

Therefore, there is no overhead, and Ling Ping can also write some online novels and earn some royalties.

Coupled with the federal empire center, there are subsidies and preferential policies for college students to start businesses, so life can go on.

It was because there was no business, which made Ling Ping's brain hurt.

Pulling down the rolling shutter, Ling Ping Ping turned around and looked at his bookstore.

The area is not large, only 30 square meters.

There is an old counter for cashiers at the door, and an old computer is placed next to an old cash register.

In the window behind the counter, there is a picture frame that looks like a family portrait.

It's just that the photo frame is too old, so the photos are a little yellow and blurry, making it difficult to see.

After the counter, there are rows of bookshelves, neat and tidy.

One nameplate, all books are classified into categories.

There are popular science classes, teaching supplementary classes, and various reference books and bestsellers.

Just no business.

"What's going on this month, I have to sell a book..." Ling Ping An thought: "Otherwise, it would be a failure!"

When thinking like this, Ling Ping couldn't help but took out his cell phone.

"Today there is wine and today is drunk, tomorrow's sorrow comes tomorrow..."

"Why think so much!"

"Play the game first!"

Playing games is his biggest hobby, no one.

But I don't know if he was careless, or for some reason, in short, his phone clicked and fell to the ground.

Ling Ping Ping hurried to pick it up.

But his counter is an old-fashioned one, and the space under the counter is very small, so when he picked up his mobile phone, his head hit something on the bottom of the table under the counter.

Click!

A grey object fell into Lingping's eyes.

It was a thumb-sized ball.

It seems to be made of wood, and the surface is painted with some indescribable paint, which looks a bit weird.

Lingping took it and sat down on the chair, feeling that it must have been glued under the table at the counter a long time ago.

"Is this...my parents put it under this counter? Or is it my aunt under this counter?" Lingping muttered to himself.

This bookstore is a legacy left by his parents.

However, when his parents left, he was only ten years old, so this store, along with other inheritances of his parents, was taken care of by his aunt.

It was not until he graduated from college that the aunt returned these things to him.

With this question in mind, Ling Ping'an held the ball, and after careful observation, he found that its appearance seemed to be a closed pupil.

Moreover, this thing seems to be twistable!

He tried to turn the ball slightly, twisting it in one direction.

Something surprised him.

As he twisted, the pupils that appeared to be closed eyes actually began to slowly open.

"This design... is wonderful!" Ling Ping'an couldn't help but praise.

A click.

As he twisted open, a part inside the ball seemed to be activated.

An extremely sharp knife protruded from the inside of the ball, and with a slam, it cut Lingping's finger, took away a drop of blood, and then retracted it again!

"Ouch!" Lingping cried out in pain, hurriedly holding his hands and blowing.

But when he wasn't paying attention, the ball automatically opened in all directions, revealing what was hidden inside.

A yellowish note of unknown material.

When Ling Ping'an found out, the note was already stuck to his hand, as if it was glued to it.

He opened the note curiously, and found that it was written in official script, and an inexplicable poem was written.

He couldn't help but read it out in a soft voice: "There are idiots in the gentle township, and Nan Ke's eyes are blind in the dream. Today, I know that I am me, and I can cross all worlds with a single leaf!"

"What?" Ling Ping'an couldn't help but complain: "Who wrote this poem that has neither rhyme, nor beauty, nor logic?"

"No wonder you have to hide!"

But his rants are not over yet.

I felt a blackness in front of my eyes, and my eyes sank into the darkness.

The whole person is even more stupid sitting on the counter.

The note in his hand burns without fire.

It soon turned into little ashes and fell on him.

At this time, inside and outside the bookstore, wolves cried and howled.

A nameless mist overflowed from his body, filling the inside and outside of the bookstore.

On the wall of the bookstore, in the wall inside the poster, something seems to be wriggling.

The rustling whispers are like the whispers of galaxies in the background of the starry sky.

A strip of tentacle-like things climbed from the ground to the bookshelves of the bookstore, and then got into the books.

They secreted a thick, pitch-like liquid that dragged all the bookshelves into an invisible abyss.

Then, the things whispered.

The language of terror and taboo radiates.

The dense fog spreads out from the door of the bookstore, blocking all visions and cutting the entire bookstore from the world.

An evil eye pupil appeared on the glass door of the bookstore.

He opened it slowly, saw everything in the bookstore, made everything quiet, also blocked all abnormalities, and then slowly disappeared in the door, the bookstore returned to normal, and everything was the same as before. Except for the inexplicable fog outside the door.

And Ling Ping Ping also woke up from the sluggishness.

He seemed to have forgotten everything that had just happened.

"What did I just do?" he asked himself: "Why can't I remember?"

"Forget it... Forget it..." After thinking for a while, he couldn't really remember, and picked up his mobile phone: "Play games!"

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Holding the short blade in his hand tightly, Han Li suddenly turned his head and stabbed the knife into the dark air.

"Ah...!" A monster with a ghost head appeared from the darkness, and dark green blood flowed down drop by drop.

Han Li kicked it in the chest, then suddenly pulled out the short blade, poured spiritual power into it, and slashed forward.

A dazzling light erupted from the short blade.

A monster with two wings on its back, struggling in the light

Han Li walked in front of it expressionlessly and whispered, "Rest in peace!"

The short blade pierced its heart violently, and the monster turned to ashes.

With the temporary death of the monster, a battle of hunting demons has also ended temporarily.

But Han Li knew that they would still appear.

Monsters can't be killed!

Putting the short blade back into the scabbard around his waist, Han Li squatted on the ground, gasping for breath.

Under the black battle suit, the flesh was cracked a little.

She took a medicine bottle from her waist, poured out a few green pills, and swallowed it with her head up.

The cracked flesh healed little by little, and the pain gradually disappeared.

However, Han Limingbai, one day, his body will collapse because of using too much spiritual power.

At that time, she will also become a member of the monster and become the nightmare of this world.

This is the fate of the witcher.

It is also the sorrow of the world.

She raised her head and saw a thick fog covering everything in the street ahead.

In the fog, there was only a flickering light.

Han Li stood up, tightly grasped the short blade at his waist, and stepped into the mist.

This is the witcher's mission - to investigate unknown, and to slay monsters.

Along the mist, Han Li kept moving forward, walking towards the place where the light was.

Everything ahead is so quiet.

Only the lights in the mist are guiding her forward.

Soon, Han Li walked to where the lights were.

It was a light coming from a closed door.

Han Li raised his head and looked at the building in front of him. It was an old building with only three floors.

The mottled brick wall was covered with dust, and a signboard came into view: "Qiyuan Bookstore?"

She frowned slightly: "Donglin City, but there isn't a bookstore called Qiyuan?"

As one of the few witchers alive in Donglin City, Han Li remembered the name of every shop in the city.

What's more, this bookstore appeared in such a strange fog.

No matter what, she felt the need to investigate.

So, she stepped forward and knocked gently on the door of the store: "Is anyone there?"

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"Is anyone here?" Just when he was hesitating whether to play another game after finishing a game, Ling Ping'an heard a female voice from outside the store.

"Who?" Ling Ping'an stood up, walked to the door, and pulled up the rolling shutter.

Then he saw a tall and slender woman wearing a strange tight black dress, a felt hat, and a black silk-like mask standing at his door.

"Role-playing?" Lingping thought to himself, but didn't take it to heart.

but……

"Why is it foggy outside?" Ling Ping was puzzled. He clearly remembered that before he closed the door, although the alleys outside were as quiet as before, and there were no silhouettes of people, the street lights were still on, and the moonlight tonight It's beautiful and the moon is huge.

How long has it been!

It was foggy outside, and even the light of the street lamps could not be seen.

But he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, the weather was getting more and more abnormal these days.

It often rains for half a month, and it dries for two months.

"Excuse me..." Lingping looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "Are you here to buy books?"

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Han Li looked at the man in front of him vigilantly.

His body looked very thin and ordinary, as if he could be strangled to death with one finger.

but……

His face was shrouded in a fog that was impossible to see through, and only a pair of metal-framed glasses was exposed.

Under the two thin lenses, there are a pair of dark eye sockets, some kind of heart-pounding fire, flickering in them.

This made her swallow her saliva.

The tension and unease in my heart climbed to the top.

Fortunately, Han Li is a hunter who walks in danger and terror, and has seen countless horrors and scalp-tingling things in the world.

So she knew that in the face of a situation that had never been recorded before, she should calm down and avoid angering the existence in front of her as much as possible.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and asked in the calmest tone, "You sell books here?"

She held her eyes carefully and looked behind the man.

What she saw in her eyes was a space as vast, dark and silent as an abyss.

Everything around him seemed to be enveloped in an uneasy atmosphere.

There seemed to be a pair of bizarre pupils peeking at her in the dark, looking at her maliciously.

Where is this bookstore?

It is clearly a hell in a nightmare, the devil's lair!

Han Li's face turned pale in an instant, nervousness and anxiety filled her body and mind immediately.

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Lingping looked at the woman in front of him strangely.

Some incomprehensible.

"Why is she so nervous?"

"It's just buying a book, what a big deal? It's like being a thief, neurotic..."

Looking at her dress again, Ling Ping'an laughed, and she probably understood, so she laughed: "Guest, I have the book you want here..."

"Do you want to see it?"

In recent years, with the popularity of various anime and e-sports, role-playing has gradually become popular.

Many lovely ladies and sisters have made a lot of money because of this.

However, there are still many parents who always feel that playing role-playing is immoral and irrelevant.

The woman in front of her is probably the kind of person who loves role-playing, but is opposed by her parents and can only learn to dress up secretly, right?

This can be seen from the way she dresses up.

Although it looks like it is dressed with heart, in fact, even a layman like Ling Ping can see it.

There is no essence!

………………

Han Li raised his head and looked at the blurred face in front of him, as if all his secrets had been revealed.

She swallowed hard and nodded cautiously.

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"Please wait a moment, guest!" Lingping turned around and walked towards the bookshelf.

Going all the way to the end of the bookshelf, he carefully picked one out of a row of reference books.

He carefully read the title of the book.

"The Secret of Role Playing", this is the most authoritative role-playing book in the Federation. There are many beautiful illustrations in it, and more importantly, it also has a tutorial, which is very suitable for beginners to read.

Holding the book, Lingping walked up to the guest and handed the book over: "Guest, you can read... This book should be very suitable for your current needs..."

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Han Li stared at the man with the blurry face, turned and walked towards a dark abyss.

As he walked into the abyss, Han Li saw that there was something like asphalt, squirming in the abyss, and then the figure of that person completely disappeared from sight.

Han Li was trying to seize this opportunity to escape from this terrifying and strange place.

However, as soon as she turned around, she saw a pair of twisted evil pupils waiting for her on the door when she came.

Suddenly, she didn't even dare to move.

Can only stand stupidly in place.

After a while, Han Li saw the figure of the man walking out of the darkness.

In his hand, he also held an evil scarlet book.

The cover of the book was blood-red, as if blood was surging from it. In a trance, Han Li even saw something like blood vessels densely covered in it.

He handed over the book directly, his tone was as easy-going as a real bookstore owner: "Guest, you can take a look... This book should be very suitable for your current needs..."

But when Han Li heard it, he only felt that this was an order.

If she doesn't watch... she'll die.

Han Li had no choice but to reach out and take the crimson book, which at first glance knew it was definitely not a good thing. Her palm immediately felt the scalding temperature.

Inside that book, something like magma was flowing.

She shook her body, lowered her head, and looked carefully at the cover of the book.

Countless ravings flooded her brain immediately.

Therefore, she also knew the name of the book - "Report on the Investigation of the Lower Abyss".

A book of forbidden knowledge.

With trembling hands, Han Li opened the cover of the book. There were black worms wriggling among the pages, combining them into evil and terrifying words, sketching out a pair of taboo pictures.

The ravings from the nightmare of hell echoed in my ears.

Put those terrifying words and taboo pictures into Han Li's brain.

So, Han Li knew what kind of knowledge those terrifying words and taboo pictures carried?

This is a book that records the forbidden knowledge of more than 100 kinds of ghosts and evil spirits.

The book not only records the forbidden knowledge of those ghosts and evil spirits, but also the knowledge of how to deprive them of their power, make medicines, and take them in special ways.

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Ling Ping Ping looked at the girl in front of her, who was trembling and crying because she finally got the professional book she wanted. She was also very relieved.

Hobbies, everyone has them.

For example, he always likes to write some online novels. Although he has been on the street, he has not made any money, and he is often laughed at by those who know him.

But, like is like.

As long as it does not affect others and does not interfere with social order and good customs, Lingping feels that outsiders should not point fingers at other people's personal interests and hobbies.

Having this experience, he has some empathy and knows how to feel the same way.

So, he walked to the water dispenser, poured a glass of water, handed it to the woman in black, and said softly, "How is it, do you like it?"

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It was difficult for Han Li to describe his mood at the moment.

Fear?

fear?

Happy?

happiness?

she does not know.

But one thing she knew very well, the book she was holding now was the hope of the world.

Hope to bring the deformed world after the cataclysm back on track.

Let the world return to the hope of the golden age that my father and grandfather spoke of.

One without ghosts, without evil spirits.

A girl her age is free to study, socialize, and fall in love on a college campus.

not now.

A world torn apart, where all the people live in fear and nightmares.

And people like her have to bear the last hope of mankind.

Walking in terror and danger, bearing the consequences of being distorted anytime, anywhere.

"How? Do you like it?" A soft male voice came from his ear, and a glass of water was handed to him.

Han Li raised his head and saw flames rising from the dark eyes of the man with a blurry face.

She hurriedly faced each other and bowed deeply: "Thank you, I like this book very much!"

"Excuse me..." Han Li raised his head and asked sincerely, "What price should I pay to get it?"

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Ling Ping'an smiled and looked at the girl in front of her, who was full of middle school vibes.

"It's too deep into the play!" he thought to himself.

But he didn't mean to laugh or ridicule at all.

Young people, who hasn't gone to secondary school?

So, he just quoted the price honestly: "Chenghui, fifty-five yuan!"

A very fair price.

…………………………………………

Han Li's mood was extremely nervous.

She knows that there is nothing in this world and there is no cost.

Just like a demon hunter, in order to hunt ghosts and evil spirits, he had to seal a ghost or evil spirit in his body.

Use their power to expel ghosts and evil spirits.

But the consequences are often that the ghosts sealed in the body break out.

A witcher turned into a human nightmare.

And this book, this book of taboos, records the taboo knowledge of more than one hundred kinds of ghosts and evil spirits, as well as a method to deprive them of their power and then completely eliminate them.

Therefore, Han Li did not know whether he could afford the price.

Uneasy, Han Li heard the other party's answer: "Cheng Hui, fifty-five yuan..."

Hearing this answer, Han Li frowned.

fifty-five dollars?

money?

impossible!

She looked at the person in front of her and the abyss-like void behind him.

Does such an existence need such a low-level currency as money?

I'm afraid, it means something.

So, what did he mean when he said fifty-five dollars?

Han Li couldn't understand what he thought.

But she really wanted to get the book in her hand.

So, she blushed, gritted her teeth, and reluctantly took off the short blade she was carrying with her from her waist along with the scabbard.

Put it in front of that person and bow deeply: "Can I exchange this with you for this book??"

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Lingping looked at the short blade handed by the girl.

This is a small knife of incomparably exquisite workmanship. The scabbard is wrapped in leather, and the handle is inlaid with yellow-yellow-green-green stones.

"It's not good..." Ling Ping said softly.

This short blade should be the love of the other party.

Lingping knows that role-playing enthusiasts have fanatical emotions about the equipment of some anime or film and game characters.

Therefore, he guessed that this short blade should be the equipment of a character that the girl in front of him likes very much.

He can't do this kind of thing to win people's love.

Besides, what's the use of him with such a role-playing thing?

As a decoration?

"Please accept it!" The girl bowed deeply.

She seemed to think for a while, took out a bag of tea-like things from her pocket, and handed it over: "This is the most valuable thing I have now besides this spirit blade!"

Ling Ping Ping listened, and suddenly felt some pity.

"Poor child..." He couldn't help thinking of a love for role-playing, but because of his parents' objection, he ran away from home, wandered the streets late at night, and finally found a professional book, but because he was too shy, he had to think about himself. The most precious things are the children who are pledged.

After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an finally accepted what the other party handed over.

"You two things, I will keep them for you first..." Ling Ping'an tried to use the gentlest tone, and said to the other party: "You can take the book away first..."

"Go home early..."

"The family should be looking for you..."

Han Li raised his head and looked at the blurry-faced man. The flames in his eyes were extinguished little by little.

"Is this a guest?" she thought to herself.

So, I bowed deeply, grabbed the book in my hand, and turned around in fear.

The evil pupil at the door has disappeared without a trace.

Han Li took a deep breath and walked forward bravely.

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Watching the girl in black, she walked out the door.

Ling Ping'an put the short blade pledged by the other party and the bag of what seemed to be tea leaves on the counter and locked it.

Then he walked over to the rolling shutters and looked outside.

It was still a thick fog, and I could only vaguely see the girl in black, walking in the fog.

After thinking about it, it was so late and the fog was so thick.

The girl looked seventeen or eighteen at most.

I was somewhat worried in my heart—the security of Jiangcheng City, although it has always been very good.

But it's not very safe for such a girl to walk alone in such a foggy day. What if she steps on the air and falls into some sewer?

After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an picked up a flashlight from the counter, turned it on, and the strong light immediately came out from the flashlight.

So he picked up the flashlight and chased after him.

"Guest...guest..."

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Han Li walked out of the strange bookstore door and felt relieved immediately.

Then, she walked back carefully in the direction she came from.

He held the book tightly in his hands.

Even though it was hot, it made her hand hurt.

The surrounding fog is getting thicker and thicker.

This made her a little confused, and she couldn't see the front, so she could only move in the direction where she came from based on memory.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Guest...guest..."

When Han Li turned around, he saw the strange man in the bookstore, trotting along the way holding something and running to her.

His face, still indistinct, looked even more bizarre in this dense fog.

In the eye sockets under the two lenses, the flames were burning like never before, as dazzling as the sun.

"With such a thick fog, you must be unable to see the direction..." The strange man shoved the thing in his hand into Han Li's hand: "Take this, go home early!"

Han Li took the things.

That's a flashlight.

Common and common.

Han Li took it and pointed it forward. The dense fog was illuminated by the electric light, which seemed to be a little sparser.

Let her finally recognize the way back.

"So, this is the proof to leave this place?" Han Li thought, then turned back to the figure that was gradually receding in the thick fog, and bowed deeply: "Thank you!"