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!Zhang Hui looked at a small book placed in front of her.

The requirements of the target are recorded in books.

Article 1: Require accountability of related parties.

Article 2: The relevant parties must give an explanation.

Article 3: It must be ensured that similar things do not happen again.

Zhang Hui swallowed.

As the Minister of Internal Affairs, he is too familiar with the format of these requirements.

Ultimatum!

This is an ultimatum!

The subtext, no doubt.

Investigate the responsibility of the parties concerned (if you can’t do so, I will do so), the parties must give an explanation (if you can’t, I’ll give them!), you must ensure that similar things do not happen again (if it happens again, I can’t guarantee it will What accident happened!).

Except for no deadline, this is almost the original text of the ultimatum issued by the Federal Ministry of Foreign Affairs to a foreign country.

Generally speaking, once this ultimatum is issued.

It is equivalent to the Federal Empire entering the wartime mobilization system.

The huge army, navy and air force is assembled.

All orbital guns in the space-synchronized orbit enter the wake-up charging mode.

All strategic weapons of the strategic forces enter the firing state.

If the opponent cannot give a satisfactory answer within the specified time, the war will be unstoppable.

Although, the Federal Empire has not issued such an ultimatum for almost two hundred years.

However, this diplomatic format is still easy for everyone to see.

and so……

Zhang Hui swallowed.

His eyes seemed to see the monsters in the mist, gathering under the orders of their master.

On the ceiling, under the floor, in the wall, on the bookshelf.

A horrible and weird thing crawled under that foot.

He sits on a throne of nothingness and sacredness, overlooking the world.

Between his fingers, he held the fragile and innocent planet.

The fire in his eyes has burst out, wrapping this innocent planet.

"Survival or destruction?!"

"Please choose!"

The answer once received is no.

Countless monsters came out.

The whole world is falling apart.

No inch of land is immune.

No creature can escape.

This is almost certainly the future.

Zhang Hui knew it very well, because he had faced the horrible mist den.

I also witnessed his mighty power with my own eyes.

Two sentences... and they were two sentences that had gone through layers of protection and filtering, which made him almost impossible to recover.

A swipe of the phone will pre-order his soul.

That is an unheard of ability.

It is also unimaginable Weili.

He raised his head and looked at the police officer in front of him.

The police officer was just an ordinary person, but he knew something about the affairs of the black guard.

Therefore, his seemingly burly body, sitting on a chair, but fidgeting.

"Does he have any other requirements?" Zhang Hui tried to make her tone as peaceful as possible.

"Report your lord!" The police officer saluted the report immediately: "The son, after hearing that the suspect is dead, calmly told me: Since he has paid the price, then I will not hold him accountable anymore!"

"Huh?" Zhang Hui frowned into Chuan.

"It didn't take long after I left..." the police officer immediately added: "I received a call from the son, and the son said, please ask me to apologize anonymously to the deceased's parents, wife and children, and donate 4,440 anonymously. Sihuayuan..."

"Four thousand four hundred and forty-four Chinese yuan?" Zhang Hui's heart jumped in despair, his calves trembling because of this number.

Because he recalled the forensic statement in his mind: It has been determined that the frequency of these psychic disturbances is related to a certain curse...

Perhaps, its blood, heirs and ancestors may have been cursed.

Although I don’t know the type of curse...

But it is certain that they will die miserably!

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4444?Stubbornly?

Or it can be understood as: My patience is limited.

Have you seen those wolf pups?

Do you want to be like them?

Don't listen to me if you want.

Zhang Hui finally had no more hesitation.

He said to the burly police officer, "Thank you! Please go down!"

The other party saluted Zhang Hui, then turned away.

Zhang Hui watched him leave.

Then he picked up a red phone on the table and dialed it.

"I'm Zhang Hui!" He said, "Take the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

After a while, the voice of the Liaison Officer of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came across the phone.

Zhang Hui grimly gave his order.

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Lingping closed the shop in advance before nine o'clock.

The main reason was that he was worried that there was a murder case and the impact was not good.

If the neighbors in the neighborhood know about it, it may affect the bookstore's valuation.

Although, he did not intend to sell.

but……

The value of real estate is the same as the numbers in the bank cards of the rich.

Just looking at it is so cool.

At least, with the valuation, Lingping will be able to classify itself into the middle class with peace of mind.

Instead of relying on federal imperial allowances to eat rice worms waiting to die.

Locking the rolling shutter, Lingping sighed: "Fortunately it is evening...no one..."

"Fortunately, Mr. Officer came quickly, and went quickly!"

"Otherwise, the neighbors will probably know that I killed someone..."

"Hurry up and clean it up!" He said, "Otherwise, it will leave blood stains or something. If there is a customer coming tomorrow, wouldn't it be bad?!"

So he was going to find a mop and dish soap to clean the blood stains on the ground.

Anyway, the police officers have already left.

At the scene, they did not explain to protect.

But when he walked to the counter, he was stunned.

The ground is very clean.

Not to mention the blood stains, there are no traces at all.

"Huh?" Lingping scratched his head, and he began to recall the evening.

He remembered clearly that the Gentile shed a lot of blood.

"Could it be Mr. Officer who helped me clean up?" He questioned.

There can only be this explanation.

If you think about it, only those professionals can completely clean up the blood stains.

So, the young bookstore owner is happy like an eight-year-old kid.

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The hinterland of Qinlu.

A hidden deep in the mountains, an old castle stands in the canyon.

At this time, it was late at night.

The hall of the castle was pitch black and extremely quiet.

There is only one oil lamp, burning on the chairs.

There are 13 chairs in total.

It is circular, distributed in this vast hall.

But there is an oil lamp on a chair, but I don't know what it is, it has gone out.

The oil lamps fell to the ground and shattered.

A crow flew in from the window of the castle.

It patrolled the entire hall.

Suddenly, it saw something.

Immediately screamed: "The fate lamp is off! The fate lamp is off!"

As a result, the entire castle came to life.