I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

You can search for "I'm Really Not a Demon Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!The mainland of the Great Xia Federation Empire, Guangnan Governor District, Jiangcheng City.

An industrial city along the coast.

It is famous all over the world for automobile manufacturing and finishing.

By night, it was almost eleven o'clock.

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

"Last month somehow still earned some utility bills..."

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

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

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

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

At first, I was able to make some money, but slowly I could only make some living expenses, but now I have not made a single business in a month.

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

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

Slowly, people seem to not remember this thing.

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

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

I greet each other and ask warmth.

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

Fortunately, the store is its own.

Therefore, there is no overhead, and Lingping can write some online novels and earn some manuscript fees.

In addition, the federal empire center has subsidies and preferential policies for college students to start businesses, so life can go on.

It's just that there is no business, so that Ling Ping's brain hurts.

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

The area is not too big, only thirty squares.

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

In the window behind the counter, there is a photo 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 people hard to see.

After the counter, rows of bookshelves were neatly arranged.

One by one nameplate, all books are divided into categories.

There are popular science, teaching assistants, and various reference books and best-sellers.

There is no business.

"Whatever happened this month, I have to sell a book..." Lingping thought: "Otherwise it would be a failure too!"

While thinking about it this way, Lingping couldn't help but touched out his cell phone.

"I have wine today, I am drunk today, I am sad tomorrow, I am sad tomorrow..."

"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 was not careful, or for some reason, in short, his phone snapped and fell to the ground.

Lingping hurried to pick it up.

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

Click!

A gray thing fell in front of Lingping's eyes.

That is a ball the size of a thumb.

It seems to be wooden, with some indescribable paint on the surface, which looks a little strange.

Lingping took it and sat on the chair, feeling that this thing should have been stuck under the counter table a long time ago.

"Is this... my parents put it under this counter? Or did my aunt put it under this counter?" Ling Ping'an muttered to himself.

This bookstore is the legacy of his parents.

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

It wasn't until he graduated from college that the aunt returned these things to him.

With this question in mind, Lingping held the orb and found after careful observation that its appearance seemed to be a closed eye pupil.

Moreover, this thing seems to be twistable!

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

Something that surprised him appeared.

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

"This design...excellent!" Lingping couldn't help but praised.

With a click.

As he twisted it apart, a certain part of the ball seemed to be activated.

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

"Oh!" Ling Ping'an cried out in pain, and quickly held his hands and blew.

But the ball, when he didn't pay attention, automatically opened to all sides, revealing what was hidden inside.

A yellow note of unknown material.

When Lingping found out, the note was already stuck to his hand, as if glued to it.

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

He couldn't help but read it out softly: "Tibetan foolishness in the gentle village, blind eyes in Nan Ke Mengli, today I know I am me, a leaf of a boat crosses the world!"

"What?" Ling Ping'an couldn't help but complain: "This is a poem that has no rhyme, no beauty, and no logic. Who wrote it?"

"No wonder you want to hide!"

But his complaint has not been finished yet.

I felt black in front of my eyes, and my eyes sank into darkness.

The whole person sat on the counter silly.

The note in his hand burned without fire.

Soon it turned into a little ashes and fell on him.

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

The nameless mist overflowed from his body and filled the bookstore.

Something seems to be creeping on the wall of the bookstore, in the wall inside the poster.

The rustling babble is like the whisper of a galaxy in the background of the starry sky.

Tentacle-like things crawled from the ground to the bookstore shelf, and then got into the books.

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

Then these things whispered.

Spread out the language of terror and taboo.

Thick fog diffused from outside the bookstore, shielding all visions, and cutting the entire bookstore from the world.

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

He slowly opened it, taking care of everything in the bookstore, making everything quiet, shielding all abnormalities, and then slowly hiding in the door. The bookstore returned to normal, and everything was the same as before. Except for the inexplicable fog outside the door.

And Lingping also woke up from the sluggishness.

He seems to have forgotten everything that 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 really couldn't remember, picking up his phone: "Play games!"

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

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A ghostly monster appeared from the darkness, and the dark green blood flowed down drop by drop.

Han Li kicked it on its chest, then slammed out the short blade, poured spiritual power into it, and slashed forward.

A dazzling light burst out of the short blade.

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

Han Li walked to it blankly and whispered: "Rest in peace!"

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

With the temporary death of the monster, a demon hunting battle also came to an end temporarily.

But Han Li knew that they would still appear.

Monsters cannot be killed!

Inserting the short blade back into the scabbard around his waist, Han Li squatted on the ground, breathing heavily.

Under the black combat uniform, the flesh was cracking a little bit.

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

The cracked flesh and skin healed a little bit, and the pain gradually disappeared.

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

By then, she will also become a member of the monster and become a nightmare in this world.

This is the fate of the Demon Hunter.

It is also the sadness of the world.

She raised her head and saw the thick mist covering everything in the streets ahead.

In the fog, there was only one light that flickered.

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

This is the mission of the Demon Hunter-investigating unknown and eradicating monsters.

Along the fog, Hanli has been moving forward towards the place where the light is.

Everything in front is so quiet.

Only the light in the fog is guiding her forward.

Soon, Han Li walked to where the light was.

It was the light coming from a closed door.

Han Li looked up 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 sign came into view: "Qiyuan Bookstore?"

She frowned slightly: "Dong Lin City, there is no bookstore called Qi Yuan?"

As one of the few demon hunters still alive in Donglin City, Hanli remembers the name of every shop in the city.

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

No matter how she looked at it, she felt it necessary to investigate.

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

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"Is anyone here?" Lingping heard a female voice outside the store when he was hesitant to play a game after he was hesitant to play.

"Who?" Lingping stood up, walked to the door, and pulled up the rolling shutter.

He saw a tall woman standing in his doorway wearing a strange tight-fitting black dress, a felt hat and a black silk mask on her face.

"Role playing?" Lingping thought to himself, but didn't pay much attention to it.

but……

"Why is it fogging outside?" Lingping became puzzled. He clearly remembered that before he closed the door, although the alleys outside were as quiet as before, there was no personal shadow, but the street lights were still on, and the moonlight tonight It's beautiful, the moon is big.

How long is this!

There was thick fog outside, and the light from the street lamps was invisible.

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

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

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

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

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

but……

His face was shrouded in a mist 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, and a kind of palpitating fire flashes in them.

This made her couldn't help swallowing.

The tension and anxiety in my heart rose to the climax.

Fortunately, Han Li is a hunter wandering in danger and terror, and has seen countless horrors and scalp-numbing 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 irritating the presence in front of her as much as possible.

She took a deep breath, tried her best to calm herself down, tried to use the most peaceful tone, and asked: "You sell books here?"

She held her eyes cautiously, and looked behind the man.

All she saw in her eyes was a space that was as endless, dark and silent as an abyss.

Everything around him seemed to be enveloped in a disturbing atmosphere.

There seemed to be a pair of weird eyes, watching her in the dark, looking at her maliciously.

Where is this bookstore?

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

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

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Lingping looked at the woman in front of her strangely.

Somewhat difficult to understand.

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"It's just buying books, what a big deal? It's like being a thief, so nervous..."

Looking at her dressing up again, Ling Ping'an laughed, and almost understood, so he laughed: "Guest, I have the book you want here..."

"Do you want to see?"

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

Many cute little sisters have made a lot of money.

However, there are still many parents who always feel that playing role-playing is defamatory and not doing their jobs.

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

This can be seen from her dress.

Although it seems to be dressing up with care, in fact, even the layman Lingping can see it.

There is no essence!

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

She swallowed hard and nodded cautiously.

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"Guests, please wait!" Lingping turned around and walked to the bookshelf.

Walking all the way to the end of the bookshelf, he carefully selected one from a row of reference books.

He looked at the title of the book seriously.

"The Secret of Role-Playing", this is the most authoritative role-playing work of the Federation, which has many exquisite illustrations, and more importantly, it also has tutorials, which are very suitable for novices to read.

With this book in hand, Ling Ping walked to the guest and handed it over: "Guest, you can take a look... This book should be suitable for your current needs..."

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Han Li watched the blurry man helplessly, turned and walked towards a dark abyss.

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

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

However, she had just turned her head and saw the door when she came, as if a pair of twisted evil pupils were waiting for her.

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 crimson 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 packed in it.

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

But Han Li listened to his ears, and only felt that this was a command.

If she didn't watch... she would die.

Han Li had no choice but to reach out and take the Crimson Book, which was definitely not a good thing at first glance. Her palm immediately felt the hot temperature.

In that book, something like magma is flowing.

Shaking her body, she lowered her head and looked carefully at the cover of the book.

Countless babbles suddenly filled her brain.

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

A book with taboo knowledge.

Han Li trembling hands, opened the cover of the book, black worms wriggling among the pages of the book, combining them into evil and terrifying words, drawing out a forbidden picture.

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

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

As a result, Han Li learned of those terrible words and taboo pictures. What kind of knowledge was carried?

This is a book that records the taboo knowledge of over a hundred kinds of ghosts and evil spirits.

The book not only records the taboo 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 a special way.

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Lingping looked in front of her, because she finally got the professional books she wanted, and she was a little trembling and crying, and she was very pleased.

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 people who know.

But to like is to like.

As long as it does not affect others and does not hinder public order and customs, Lingping feels that outsiders should not give pointers to other people's personal interests.

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

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

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Han Li could hardly describe his mood at the moment.

Scared?

fear?

happy?

happy?

she does not know.

But one thing she knows is that the book she is holding is the hope of the world.

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

Let the world return to the hope of the golden age in the mouth of the father and grandfather.

One has no ghosts, no evil spirits.

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

Not the way it is now.

A world in which all people are falling apart, living in fear and nightmare.

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

Walking in terror and danger, carries the consequences that may be distorted anytime and anywhere.

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

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

She quickly bowed to each other, "Thank you, I like this book!"

"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 the second breath.

"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 had a second grade?

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

A very fair price.

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Han Li's mood was extremely nervous.

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

Just like a demon hunter, in order to hunt ghosts and evil spirits, a ghost or evil spirit has to be sealed in the body.

Use their power to expel ghosts and evil spirits.

But the consequence is often that the ghosts sealed in the body break the seal.

The witcher becomes a nightmare for humans.

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

Therefore, Han Li didn't know whether he could afford the price.

In panic, Han Li heard the other party's answer: "Chenghui, fifty-five yuan..."

Hearing this answer, Han Li frowned.

Fifty-five yuan?

money?

impossible!

She looked at the person in front of him and the abyssal void behind him.

Does this kind of existence need money, a low-level currency?

I am afraid, it means something.

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

Han Li couldn't understand what he thought.

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

As a result, she flushed, gritted her teeth, and reluctantly removed her short-bladed scabbard from her 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 blade that the girl handed over.

This is a small knife with extremely exquisite workmanship. The scabbard is wrapped in genuine leather and the handle is covered with yellow, yellow, green and green stones.

"This is not so good..." Ling Ping An said softly.

This short blade should be the other's love.

Ling Ping An knows that role-playing enthusiasts have fanatical emotions for the equipment of some cartoons, movies, and games.

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

He can't do things like robbing people.

Besides, what is the use of his role-playing stuff?

As a display?

"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 my most valuable thing besides this spiritual blade!"

As Lingping listened, he suddenly felt some mercy.

"Poor kid..." He couldn't help thinking of a role-playing lover, but because of his parents' opposition, he ran away from home and wandered the streets late at night. Finally found professional books, but because of his embarrassment, he had to think of himself The most precious things are children who are pledged.

After thinking about it, Lingping finally accepted what the other party had handed over.

"You two things, I'll take them for you first..." Ling Ping'an tried to use the gentlest tone of voice 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 man, the flame in his eyes was extinguishing little by little.

"Is this to see you off?" she thought to herself.

So, he bowed deeply, grabbed the book in his hand hard, and turned around fearfully.

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, walked out the door.

Lingping put the short blade pledged by the other party and the bag of things that seemed to be tea leaves on the counter and locked them.

Then he walked to the rolling gate and looked outside.

There 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 heavy.

The girl looked seventeen or eighteen years old at most.

I felt a little worried in my heart--the security of Jiangcheng City, although it has always been good.

But such a girl, walking alone in such a dense fog, is not very safe after all. What if she steps on the air and falls into the sewer?

After thinking about it, Lingping picked up a flashlight from the counter, turned it on, and the strong light immediately came out of the flashlight.

So he picked up the flashlight and chased it.

"Guest...Guest..."

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Han Li walked out of the weird bookstore door, immediately feeling relieved.

Then, she walked back cautiously in the direction she came.

Both hands tightly hold the book in his hand.

Even though it was hot, her hands were a little sore.

The dense fog around is getting thicker and thicker.

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

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Guest...Guest..."

Hanli turned his head and saw the weird man in the bookstore, trotting all the way holding something and ran to her.

His face was still blurred, and in the thick fog, it looked even more strange.

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

"Such a thick fog, you must not be able to see the direction..." The weird man stuffed his hand into Hanli's hand: "You take this, go home early!"

Han Li took things.

That is a flashlight.

Very common and very common.

Han Li took it and shone it forward. The thick fog was illuminated by electric light, and it seemed to be thinner.

Let her finally recognize the way back.

"So, this is the proof to leave here?" Han Li thought, turning back to the figure that was drifting away in the thick fog, and bowed deeply: "Thank you!"