I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Zhang Hui looked at the ancient god, put down the teacup in his hand, walked happily, and hummed a popular golden song of the Federal Empire a few years ago, and Shi Shiran walked forward.

The end of the bookstore, as Situ He said.

The asphalt-like thick liquid slowly flows around the edges.

In the deep abyss, pairs of terrifying evil pupils opened and closed one by one.

He swallowed heavily.

With a deep sigh, he whispered to Situ He, "General Situ..."

"Do you know?" he said, "I was just now, as if he saw through it..."

"Every word he said has magic power!"

"It seems to hide another meaning..."

Having said that, Zhang Hui touched her neck with lingering fears.

There, it was already sweating profusely.

"Fortunately..." Zhang Hui took out a piece of talisman paper from the pocket of his suit jacket, and looked at it. The talisman paper was not moved at all, and a little bit of subtle aura was flowing between the ink marks.

This is a phonograph specially prepared for him by the Governor.

It has a special function, even in an environment where all auras are isolated and there are violent electromagnetic disturbances, it can also complete the task of collecting surrounding sounds.

After only one glance, Zhang Hui put it back after confirming that the phonogram was valid.

In his ears, the voice of the 'Ancient God' humming a little tune gradually disappeared into nothingness.

Zhang Hui looked up and found that his figure had disappeared into the depths of the abyss.

Meow!

His pet, before that thick asphalt edge.

Meow!

He cried softly.

Zhang Hui looked at him.

Behind the kitten, the phantom of the pyramid is reflected.

Countless figures, prostrate, worship.

That is his past.

He stood up and stretched his body.

Beautiful and elegant.

Then he walked to the counter, flexibly jumped onto the chair, and then jumped to the computer at the counter.

This is His present.

It seems that he prefers the present.

Zhang Hui looked back and looked at Situ He.

Then, he gently pulled Situ He, and the two of them collectively raised their heads and looked at the ceiling of the bookstore.

A chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

It swayed gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.

This is the source of the light they see in the fog.

Indistinctly, like a fast-swimming squid figure in the depths of the ocean, flashing from the shadow of the ceiling.

Pairs of cold and ruthless compound eyes, full of madness and weirdness, opened from the tiles on the ceiling.

Zhang Hui and Situ He immediately lowered their heads and dared not look again.

And Zhang Hui finally confirmed it.

Here, the bookstore in this late night mist.

It's a nest!

Inside, there are many crazy and terrifying monsters lurking.

They seem to be imprisoned or enslaved here by some kind of power, or the owner of this bookstore.

Of course, it is also possible.

They are the servants of the owner of this bookstore.

It was the guard of the awakened ancient god.

They serve him, the great old master.

Also guarding him, this indescribably terrifying god.

Both possibilities exist.

but……

Who is he?

Zhang Hui looked at the kitten in the counter.

He knew, the ancient Egyptian cat goddess probably knew.

However, He couldn't say anything.

…………………………

Lingping hummed a little tune and walked in front of the bookshelf.

He has almost figured out the customer's background and needs.

A conservative, powerful and decisive middle class in the eyes of outsiders.

Typical Republican voter.

As for this kind of person, when Lingping went to school, he met a lot of people.

For example, the principal of his elementary school, the head teacher of his junior high school and high school.

Usually serious and stubborn.

It looks like a cold stone, ruthless steel.

Working overtime is as normal as eating and drinking.

Tutoring students, staring at each student's test scores.

Work and live like a machine.

But in fact, this person is the most vulnerable.

Because they set the outside world to be a tough guy of steel.

In order to maintain this character, they must constantly strengthen themselves.

Under the pressure, who can guarantee their own mental health?

Like Ling Ping's junior high school head teacher, he committed suicide later.

The reason for his suicide was because the rate of further studies in the class he took was not ideal.

The stubborn and proud head teacher could not accept it.

He admitted in his suicide note that he did not dare to face the parents of the students, let alone the students.

He is sorry for the country, sorry for the emperor.

He had no choice but to die.

Only death can atone for sin!

Even now, Ling Ping can't understand.

But, the funny thing is that after the death of the head teacher, he was named the "Federal Excellent Teacher" and won the "National Education Medal".

Before that, it was clear that the class led by the head teacher had an average enrollment rate of 80%.

Among them, the enrollment rate of Class A high schools has reached an exaggerated 40%.

However, he did not receive these honors.

If you die, you have it all.

From Ling Ping'an's point of view, that new customer is probably similar to his junior high school head teacher.

He should be a middle-aged man with a heavy sense of responsibility and a lot of family pressure.

The pressure of life made his temples a little gray.

But for the family, but also for their own character.

They held on.

However, even machines are subject to wear and tear.

The seemingly sturdy steel cable will corrode cleanly if it is not maintained regularly by the wind and the sun for a few years.

What about people?

For such people, Lingping felt that they should smile more.

The more you laugh, the less stress you have.

Of course, it is best to see a psychiatrist on a regular basis.

only……

It's not good to say this directly!

"Maybe I can try to sidetrack, hint hints..."

"As for whether he can listen in..."

"That's his problem..."

After all, it's just a chance encounter, and it's best not to make deep conversations.

In fact, even if it is a very familiar person, such a case cannot be said casually.

Thinking like this, Lingping pulled out a brand new book from the shelf.

"Introduction to Meditation".

A book that teaches people to relax and decompress through meditation.

Ling Ping has seen some, generally speaking, close your eyes and meditate every day to relax your mind and soothe your spirit.

It's just that these didn't work for him.

Because he has no such thing as pressure.

Every month, the regular allowance from the federal center is enough for him to be happy.

So, no matter how bad the bookstore business is, he continues to operate.

Even if there is no customer, he has no pressure.

Instead, he enjoyed it.

For him, this kind of life where he can play fish, play games and write novels without any worries every day is really great!

He doesn't want to change.

Can eat and wait to die, lie down and win.

Why fight?

What is the meaning of struggle?

Like that guest, in his forties, he was overwhelmed by the weight of life, yet he still wanted to be swollen and fat?

Never!

"I have a hunch..." Lingping held the book in his hand: "I can definitely sell it today!"

"And earn the first pot of gold of the month!"

Ling Ping is very content.

After experiencing zero income for almost a month, now, even if he only sells a book and earns twenty or thirty dollars, he is very satisfied!

At least, today's utility bills are earned!

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