I Really Not The Lord Of The Demon

Chapter 13 | Hearing Hallucinations

[I Really Not The Lord of the Demon]

Chapter 13:

As usual, the bookstore business is still quiet.

At night, no one came to the door.

Lingping was also happy and peaceful, playing games for a day.

I finally put the phone down until I felt dizzy.

Looking at the latest rankings on the phone screen, he started to swell.

"Jie Jie!" Lingping said arrogantly, "The brave men in the valley, everything is sold in Seoul!"

"Too easy! Too easy! Too easy!"

From the afternoon until now, he had only lost one hand.

That's because two teammates drop the line, and black on the opposite side, constantly carrying the line to check for defeat.

Other times, it was almost destroyed.

So, I came to the Eternal Diamond in several parts.

Rubbing his rather sour temples, Lingping took a cup of water, found a pouch containing unknown leaves in a drawer, counted some parts of it, and made a cup for himself.

Sipping sweet tea, washed away from fatigue.

Lingping sees time on the computer.

It's half-eight.

"Add more today!" Said.

So, he sat at the counter, decoding the start.

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The figure of Hanli rose down from among the tall buildings that had long been abandoned.

Shortly after, he arrived at a building in the north of the old urban area of Donglin City that still looked glamorous.

The glass walls of the building even still hang the Zhentai Industrial LOGO.

He lifted his head and looked at the 55-story, 160-meter-high skyscraper.

Whispers in the ears, rustling.

The building in front of him gradually changed his appearance in his eyes.

The original magnificent house was now like a piece of dead wood.

The delicate glass exterior walls in the eyes of outsiders turned out to be coated with various fungi.

Hanli walked forward blankly, opened the glass door, and entered the building.

The welcoming lights hanging in the hall were lit one by one.

Sobs were heard from all directions.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing on Han Li.

It made him feel an inexplicable cold.

But he just smiled.

“Little ghost, dare to boast in front of me?” Han Li raised his hand and held a red whip in his palm.

Snapped up!

A long whip in the air, making a sharp sound.

The lights hanging on the ceiling of the hall fell one by one in the sound of a whip.

The sounds of moans and cries disappeared cleanly.

Even the cold wind stopped.

The long whip in Han Li's hand stretched forward.

It was as if there was a sage, tracking something.

Finally, he caught her.

Pulling a hard dark red whip, dragging something with long red hair covering his face, and returning to Han Li.

Rustling in the ears, rustling, urging him.

Hanli's face was struggling.

But anyway, it could not meet the insistence of the chatter.

He crouched down and looked at the thing that was still struggling with the whip.

He was dressed in red, and the long hair growing from his head covered his entire body.

If you look closely, you'll know that, in fact, this thing is just a red shirt and long hair.

Under the red clothes, between the long hair, there was only a cloud of grayish-blue humanoid gas.

In Han Li's eyes, red clothes and long hair were actually nonexistent.

This was a cluster of light with a vague human form.

Seeing him, Han Li could not help but drool.

So, he subconsciously extended his hand, took the thing, and put it in his mouth.

Click, click!

Hanli's eyes slowly turned red.

Like an animal in the dark.

Fierce and cruel!

He chewed on a ball of light, like eating the most delicious thing in the world.

In front of him, there was an evil spirit that had once rendered the demon hunters helpless.

The United Nations National Security Organization, an evil spirit that cannot be exterminated.

Become food.

Because it's birth.

In the bottomless pit, all ghosts, unjust souls and earth-bound spirits are just food for the devil.

In essence, the devil is the creature that feeds the soul.

Swallowing the red evil spirit completely.

Hanli stood up and looked at this mansion again, everything was different.

The hall that was once clean and tidy due to the presence of evil spirits in red clothes is now a dilapidated place full of dust and cobwebs.

Hanli stuck out his tongue and licked his plump and bright lips.

“Enak!” He commented on the taste of evil spirits.

Rooted in the mansion for over ten years, and the evil spirits in red that made countless demon hunters come home with feathers were no more.

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Elizabeth, now like a skeleton.

His flesh and blood had become fuel.

In a corrugated steam turbine, it turns into mechanical power.

So, he dragged tanks and armored vehicles together, and stacked them into a mountain of steel and machinery with a strange beauty and inexplicable logic.

Prototype of steel altar has been made.

Tracks become the foundation.

The armor is the outer wall.

The turret is a sacred emblem.

Machines and machines are icons.

Ammo boxes and fuel barrels were placed in the middle of this mountain.

“More is good, great is beautiful!” He raised his head and looked at the large altar in front of him, this holy steel altar. His eyes were full of piety and admiration.

Currently, this underground ammunition storehouse was completely different.

Everything has been changed.

but ……

Elizabeth looked down and saw the "Mechanical Gospel" in her hand.

At this moment, this mechanical scripture had opened a new chapter.

One by one, the words made of iron and steel slowly turned into molten iron and flowed into Elizabeth.

Make her thin body full again.

Also tell him what is needed for the construction of this altar step by step.

"Steel can only produce willpower if blood is poured out!" He said: "A machine can only be awakened if it is injected with life!"

So, he's going hunting.

Hunt down the servants of evil spirits and use their blood to water this sacred altar.

Capture the descendants of Cthulhu and use their lives to get them into the machine.

“Great Spirit of All Occasions!” Elizabeth worshipped the altar before her pious: “You are one and ten thousand, nothing and nothing!”

"You are the savior of the world and the apocalypse of destruction!"

"That's you, Duoqiang Stunning!"

"Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"

"You are Father, Mother, and Son!"

"May your journey run in all the universes, like a mechanical machine, roaring in all the worlds!"

He stood up and came out of the barn.

Two laser blades stretched out from the arm.

The meat was pumped into a steam turbine, and the turbine caught fire.

He's gonna kill!

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Sitting at the counter, UU reads www.uukanshu. Com's peace and spiritual inspiration exploded like a tide.

A chapter with two thousand words, less than half a novel, is almost complete.

But suddenly, he was in a daze.

All of that inspiration suddenly ended.

It seems like there is a sound in his ear.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a faint and indistinct sound wave.

This sound is a little similar to the feeling when the engine of a car is damaged.

But it seems to sound like the sound of prayer in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples.

It also lasts about two seconds at most.

His voice disappeared cleanly.

Ling cut off his ear safely: "Gan!"

"Fuck up!"

"At a critical moment, there are auditory hallucinations?"

"Your sister!"

She looked at the document that had written 1,725 words, and she slightly wanted to cry.

Still short two hundred and seventy-five words.

This is not a problem that can be solved with irrigation.

until……

Lingping looked at the computer and said, "Today's update may be over!"

"But I've never said this before, so it's not a pigeon!"

And ...

To be honest, a street writer is a pigeon.

What can be done?

No one cares at all.

Receiving the sword and being chased should add more, that was the treatment the great god had.

Striking way ... Not worth!

Raise his head and look at the clock.

“It's new nine o'clock pass!” Ling Ping'an was surprised, and he pulled out his phone: “Beautiful day, without playing some games, I really can't stand this time!”

Then enter the canyon.