I Really Not The Lord Of The Demon

Chapter 1 | Late Night Customer

[I Really Not The Lord of the Demon]

Chapter 1:

Daxia Federation Empire, Guangnan Governor District, Jiangcheng City.

Industrial town along the coast.

Famous worldwide for manufacturing and finishing cars.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night.

In a small alley east of Jiang City, Lingping looked at the gradually disappearing streets, and sighed casually: "Why is this business getting worse!"

"I still got some electricity bills last month ..."

"I didn't even get an electric bill this month!"

Ling Ping An was the owner of this bookstore called "Qi Yuan.

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

But ever since Lingping took over, his business has somehow declined.

Initially, I was able to make money, but gradually I was only able to make a small living expenses, but now I have not made a single business in a month.

It seems that ever since Lingping came, the sense of the existence of bookstores in this area is getting thin.

At first people still remembered that there was a bookstore called Qi Yuan, where many books were affordable, and they often came to buy books.

Slowly, people did not seem to remember this.

Many people do not seem to know that there is a bookstore right in the front alley of the house.

The strange thing was that the neighbors around were very familiar with Lingping.

I would say hello every day, be quiet and ask for warmth.

I just forgot this when I was going to buy a book.

Fortunately, the storefront is mine.

So there is no extra cost. Lingping could write several novels online and earn a certain amount of script fees.

In addition to the Federal Empire Center, there are subsidies and preferential policies for students to start their own business, so that life can continue.

It was because there was no business, so Ling Ping's brain was injured.

Pulling the cover, Ling Ping turned around and looked at his bookstore.

The area was not very large, only thirty square.

In front of the door was an old cashier table. Next to the old model cash register, there is an old computer.

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

It's just that the picture frame is too old, so the picture is a bit yellow and fuzzy so it makes people difficult to see it.

Passing the counter, a row of bookshelves neatly arranged.

One by one, all books are divided into categories.

There are popular science, teaching assistants, and a variety of reference books and bestsellers.

There is no business.

"Whatever happens this month, I have to sell books ..." Lingping thought: "Otherwise, it will fail too!"

While thinking about it like this, Lingping could not help but touch his phone.

"There is wine today, drunk now, and tomorrow will be sad ..."

"Why do you think so much!"

"Play the game first!"

Playing games is his biggest hobby, not one of them.

But I don't know if he's not careful, or for some reason. In short, his phone broke off and fell to the ground.

Ling Ping An, quickly grab it.

But his counter was a very ancient counter, the space under his counter was very small, so when he picked up the phone, his head hit something on the bottom of the table below the counter.

Click!

Something gray fell in front of Ling'an.

It was a ball the size of a thumb.

It seemed to be made of wood, with some indescribable paint on the surface, which looked a bit strange.

Ling held it safely and sat down on the chair, feeling this thing should have been stuck under the counter table for a long time.

“Is this...My parents put it under this table? Or did my aunt put it under this table?” Ling Pian muttered and asked.

This bookstore is a legacy of his parents.

However, when her parents left, she was only ten years old, so this shop, along with her other parents' inheritance, was taken care of by her aunt.

Until she graduated from university, her aunt did not return the items to her.

With this question, Lingping held onto the ball, and after observing it closely, he found that his appearance looked like a closed-eye pupil.

Moreover, this thing seemed to be able to be twisted!

He tried to turn the ball gently, turning it in one direction.

Something surprising appeared.

As he twisted, the pupils that looked like closed eyes actually began to open slowly.

“This design... is amazing!” Lingping could not help but praise.

Clicked.

As he turned around, a certain part within the ball seemed to be activated.

An extremely sharp blade protruded from within the ball, and with a bang, the blade cut Lingping's finger, took out a drop of blood, and plucked out again!

“Oh!” Ling Ping'an shouted in pain, and hurriedly held his hand and blew.

But the ball, when he does not notice, automatically opens to all sides, revealing what is hidden in it.

Yellow notes of unknown material.

When Ling found out, the note was already stuck in his hand, as if it was stuck to him.

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

He could not help but read it in a soft voice: "The gentle and gentle village, the folly of Tibet, the blind eyes of Nanke Mengli, today I know I am me, and a small boat traverses the world!"

“What?” Ling Ping'an could not help but complain: “This poem has no rhyme, no beauty, much less logic. Who wrote it?”

"You need to hide!"

But he hasn't finished talking about it.

I felt black before my eyes, and my eyes sank into the darkness.

The entire person even sat at the cashier table silly.

The note in his hand burned without fire.

It immediately turned into small ashes and fell on him.

Right now, the entire bookstore was crying and howling.

A nameless fog overflowed from his body and filled the bookstore.

The wall of the bookstore, on the inner wall of the poster, was something that seemed to creep up.

Screaming chattering, like a whisper of a galaxy in the background of a starry sky.

Tentacle-like objects crawled from the ground onto the bookshelves of bookstores, then into books.

They let out a thick liquid like pitch, dragging all the bookshelves into an invisible abyss.

Then, these things whisper.

Emitting horror and taboo language.

A thick fog spread from outside the bookstore, protecting all eyesight, and cutting off the entire bookstore from the world.

A malevolent eye disciple appeared on the glass door of the bookstore.

He slowly opened it, took care of everything in the bookstore, made everything calm, protected all the abnormalities, and then slowly hid in the bookstore door back to normal, and everything was the same as before. Except for the inexplicable fog outside the door.

And Ling Ping An also woke up from lethargy.

He seemed to have forgotten all the things that had just happened.

"What did I just do?" He asked himself, "Why can't I remember?"

"Forget ... forget ..." After thinking for a moment, he could not remember, picking up his phone: "Let's play a game!"

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

"hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hanli kicked his chest, then whipped out the short sword sharply, poured spiritual power into it, and slashed forward.

A dazzling light shot out from the short sword.

The monster with wings on its back, struggled in the light

Hanli walked there blankly and whispered: "Rest in peace!"

The short sword pierced through his heart, and the monster turned to ashes.

With the death of the monsters temporarily, the demon hunting battle also ended for a while.

But Hanli knew they would still show up.

Monsters cannot be killed!

Inserting the short sword back into the scabbard on his waist, Han Li crouched on the ground, panting.

Under the black combat uniform, his flesh slightly cracked.

He took out a medicine bottle from his waist, poured some green pills, and swallowed it with his head raised.

The cracked flesh and skin healed slightly, and the pain gradually disappeared.

However, Han Limingbai, one day his body would collapse from using too much spiritual power.

Back then, he would also become a member of monsters and become a nightmare in this world.

This was the fate of the Demon Hunters.

The sadness of the world.

He raised his head and saw a thick fog covering everything on the road ahead.

In the fog, there was only one flickering light.

Hanli stood up, held the short sword at his waist tightly, and stepped into the fog.

This was a Demon Hunters mission that investigated unknown monsters and exterminated.

Throughout the fog, Hanli continued to move forward, towards where the light was located.

Everything in front of me was so quiet.

Only the light in the fog guided him forward.

Immediately, Han Li walked over to where the light was.

It was a light coming from the closed door.

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

The mottled brick wall was covered in dust, and a sign appeared: "Qiyuan Bookstore?"

He frowned slightly: "Donglin City, but there is no bookstore named Qiyuan?"

As one of the few surviving demon hunters in Donglin City, Hanli remembered the name of every shop in the city.

Moreover, this bookstore appeared in a strange fog.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt the need to investigate it.

So, he stepped forward and gently knocked on the shop door: "Is there anyone there?"

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“Is anyone here?” Right after playing the game and hesitating to play again, Lingping heard a female voice outside the shop.

“Who?”Lingping stood up, walked to the door, and pulled the cover.

Seeing a tall woman standing in her doorway wearing a strange tight black dress, a cloth hat and a black silk mask on her face.

“Play role?” Lingping thought to himself, but did not pay much attention to it.

But ...

Lingping was confused. He clearly remembered that before closing the door, although the alleys outside were quiet as before, there was no personal shadow, but the streetlights were still on, and the moonlight was tonight. It's beautiful, the moon is big.

How long is this!

There was a thick fog outside, and the light from the street lights was nowhere to be seen.

But he didn't really care, however, the weather became increasingly abnormal these years.

It often rains for half a month at a time, and will dry for two months as soon as it dries.

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

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Hanli looked at the man in front of him warily.

His body looked extremely thin, ordinary, as if it could die suffocating with his finger.

But ...

His face was shrouded in a fog that no one could see, and only a pair of metal-framed glasses were visible.

Under the two thin lenses, there was a pair of dark eye sockets, and a kind of palpitating flame was flashing within it.

This made him swallow his saliva.

The tension and anxiety in his heart rose to *******.

Fortunately, Han Li was a hunter who roamed around in danger and horror, He had seen many terrible and numb things in the world.

So he knew that in the face of a situation that had never been recorded before, he had to be calm and as much as possible not interfere with the presence in front of him.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, tried to use his most calm tone, and asked: "You're selling books here?"

He held his eyes carefully, and looked behind the man.

All he saw in his eyes was an endless space, dark and silent like an abyss.

Everything around seemed to be enveloped by a disturbing atmosphere.

It seemed to have a pair of strange eyes, watching him in the darkness, looking at him wickedly.

Where is this bookstore?

Obviously hell in a nightmare, a devil's lair!

Hanli's face turned pale in an instant, and his nervousness and anxiety immediately filled his mind and body.

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Lingping looked at the woman in front of him strangely.

It's a little hard to understand.

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

Seeing her dress up again, Ling Ping'an laughed, almost understanding, so she laughed: "Guest, I have the book you want here ..."

"Do you want to see?"

In recent years, with the popularity of various animation and electronic sports, role playing has gradually become popular.

Many cute little sisters make a lot of money.

It's just that, but there are still many parents who always feel that playing the role is contrary to ethics and not business.

The woman in front of him might be the type of person who likes to play roles, but is opposed by her parents and can only learn to dress secretly, right?

It can be seen from his clothes.

Although it seemed to dress up carefully, in fact, even ordinary Lingping people could see it.

There is no essence!

……………………

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

He gulped and nodded carefully.

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“Parents, please wait a minute!” Lingping turned around and walked to the bookshelf.

Go to the end of the bookshelf, and he carefully selected one from the row of reference books.

He looked at the title seriously.

"The Secret of Role Playing", this is the most authoritative role-playing job of the Federation, which has many beautiful illustrations, and more importantly, also has tutorials, very suitable for beginners to read.

While holding this book, Ling Ping walked up to the guests and gave the book: "Guests, you can take a look around ... This book should fit your current needs ..."

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Hanli watched the hazy man, turned around and walked towards the dark abyss.

As he walked into the abyss, Hanli saw something like asphalt wriggling in the abyss, and then the figure of that person completely disappeared from sight.

Hanli tried to take advantage of this opportunity to escape from this frightening and strange place.

However, he had just turned his head when he saw the door when he came, like a pair of twisted evil disciples, waiting for him.

Suddenly, he did not even dare to move.

I can only stand silly in place.

A while later, Hanli saw a figure of a man walking out of the darkness.

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

The cover of the book was blood red, as if blood was flowing from it, in a trance, Han Li even saw things like solid blood vessels within it.

He handed over the book, his tone as casual as the actual bookstore owner: "Guests, you can look around ... This book should fit your current needs ..."

But Han Li listened to his ears, and only felt that this was an order.

He'll die if he doesn't watch it ...

Hanli had no choice but to grab and retrieve the Crimson Book, which he knew at a glance was definitely not a good thing, and instantly felt the hot temperature in his palm.

In the book, something like magma was flowing.

While shaking his body, he lowered his head and looked carefully at the cover of the book.

Countless babbles immediately filled his brain.

So, he also knew the name of this book-the "Report on the Investigation of the Lower Abyss".

A book with taboo knowledge.

Hanli's hands trembled, opening the book's cover, black worms wriggled between the pages of the book, combining them into evil and frightening words, drawing forbidden images.

The babble from the hellish nightmare resounded in my ears.

Inserting scary words and taboo images into Han Li's brain.

So, Han Li knew those horrible taboo words and images, what knowledge did they bring?

This is a book that records over a hundred types of forbidden knowledge about ghosts and evil spirits.

The book not only records the taboo knowledge of ghosts and evil spirits, but also the knowledge of how to rob them of their power, make medicines, and drink them in a special way.

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Ling looked forward peacefully, as he finally got the professional books he wanted, and he trembled slightly and cried, and he was very happy.

Hobbies, everybody has them.

For example, he has always liked to write some novels online, even though he is already on the road, he has not made any money, and is often laughed at by people who know him.

But, to like is to like.

As long as it does not affect others, and does not disturb the public order and morals of society, Lingping feels that outsiders should not give clues about the personal interests of others.

With this experience, he has empathy and knows how to empathize.

So, he walked over to the drinking fountain, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the woman in black, gently saying, "How about, do you like it?"

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Hanli could barely describe his current mood.

Afraid?

Afraid?

Pleased?

Of happiness?

he doesn't know.

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

The hope of bringing a flawed world after that disaster back on track.

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

No ghosts, no evil spirits.

A girl her age can read, socialize, and fall in love freely on a university campus.

Not now.

The world is falling apart, and everyone lives in fear and nightmares.

And people like him should assume the last hope of mankind.

Walk in terror and danger, bearing the consequences of distortion whenever and wherever.

“How? Do you like it?” A gentle male voice came out from my ear, and a glass of water was given to my eyes.

Hanli raised his head, and saw flames soaring in the dark eyes of the hazy-faced man.

He hurriedly faced each other and bowed deeply: "Thank you, I really like this book!"

"Sorry ..." Han Li raised his head and asked sincerely: "How much do I have to pay to get it?"

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Ling Pingping smiled and looked at the girl in front of him, who was filled with middle and second breaths.

"It's too far into the drama!" Thought in the heart.

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

Well, young man, who hasn't been in second grade?

So, he simply quoted the price truthfully: "Chenghui, fifty-five yuan!"

Very reasonable price.

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Hanli's mood was very nervous.

He knew that there was nothing in this world and no cost.

Like demon hunters, to hunt ghosts and evil spirits, ghosts or evil spirits must be sealed inside the body.

Use their power to ward off ghosts and evil spirits.

But as a result, often the ghost sealed in the body opens the seal.

Witches are a nightmare for humans.

And this book, this taboo book, records over a hundred kinds of forbidden knowledge about ghosts and evil spirits, and there is a way to rob them of their power, and then eliminate them altogether.

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

In a panic, Han Li heard another reply: "Chenghui, fifty-five yuan ..."

Hearing this answer, Han Li frowned.

55 yuan?

The money?

No way!

He looked at the person in front of him and the bottomless pit behind him.

Will such a low-level currency require money?

I'm afraid, it means something.

Then, what did he mean by fifty-five yuan?

Hanli could not understand what he was thinking.

But he really wanted to get the book in his hands.

So, he blushed, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly removed the short-eyed glove from his waist.

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

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Lingping looked at the short sword that the girl had given him.

It is a small knife with very fine workmanship, the sheath is wrapped with real leather and the handle is coated with yellow, yellow, green and green stones.

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

These short swords should be in love with each other.

Lingping Ping An knows that role-playing fans have fanatical emotions for the equipment of several cartoons, movies, and games.

Therefore, he guessed that this short sword was a fixture of a character that the girl liked very much.

He can't do something like this.

Besides, what's the point of playing a role?

The decoration?

“Receive!” The girl bowed deeply.

He seemed to think for a moment, took out a bag of tea-like items from his pocket, and handed them over: "This is my most precious item except for this spiritual sword!"

Lingping listened peacefully, and suddenly felt pity.

"Pity son ..." He couldn't stop thinking about the role-playing lover, but because his parents objected, he ran away from home and wandered the streets late at night, finally finding professional books, he said, but because he was ashamed, he had to think of himself The most precious thing was the children being pledged.

After giving it some thought, Ling Ping An finally received the other party's submission.

"I'll take these two things for you first ..." Ling Ping'an tried to use the softest tone of voice, and said to the other party: "You can take the book first ..."

"Hurry home..."

"The family was supposed to be looking for you ..."

Hanli raised his head and looked at the blurry man, the flames in his eyes extinguished bit by bit.

“Is this to take you away?” Thought in the heart.

So, he bowed deeply, grabbed the book in his hand violently, and turned around in fear.

The evil disciple at the door had disappeared without a trace.

Hanli took a deep breath and walked forward boldly.

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Look at the girl in black and get out.

Lingping put down the short sword guaranteed by the other party and the pouch contained things that seemed like tea leaves on the table and locked it away.

Then he walked to the rolling gate and looked outside.

Still a thick fog, I could faintly see only a black-skinned girl walking amidst the fog.

After thinking about it, it was already dissolved and the fog was very thick.

The girl looked like she was at most seventeen or eighteen years old.

I feel a little worried in my heart - the security in Jiangcheng City, though always good.

But such a girl, walking alone in a thick fog, was not at all safe. What if he stepped in the air and fell into the sewer?

I think about it, UU read www. uukanshu.com Lingping took a flashlight from the counter, turned it on, and a strong light immediately came out of the flashlight.

So, he took the flashlight and chased after it.

"Guests ... Guest ..."

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Hanli walked out of the strange bookstore door, and immediately felt relieved.

Then, he walked back carefully in the direction he came.

Both hands held tightly to the book in his hands.

Although it was hot, his hands were a little sore.

The thick fog around was getting thicker and thicker.

This left him a little confused about the direction, and he could not see the front clearly, so he could only move forward in the direction he came from based on his memories.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Guests ... Guest ..."

Hanli turned around and looked at the strange man in the bookstore, ran around holding something, and ran towards him.

His face was still blurry, and in this thick fog, it looked even stranger.

In the eye sockets under the two lenses, the flame lit up like never before, as dazzling as the sun.

"The fog is very thick, you definitely can't see the direction ..." The strange man put his hand into Hanli's hand: "Take this, go home early!"

Hanli took the goods.

It was a flashlight.

Very common and very common.

Hanli picked it up and shone it forward, the thick fog was lit up by electric lights, and it looked even rarer.

Let him finally recognize his way back.

“So, is this proof to go from here?” Thought Han Li, returning to the figure that was washed away in thick fog, and bowing deeply: “Thank you!”