I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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Humming a little song, Ling walked between the bookshelves peacefully.

Go straight forward, to the end, in front of the row of bookshelves against the wall.

Lingping moved a small stool, stepped on it, on tiptoe, and found a large book wrapped in hard leather from the top of the bookshelf.

"Um..." He took the thick book from the shelf, blew the dust, and praised: "Old books are strong!"

This book, at least in the era of Lingping's grandfather, was already in this bookstore.

It has not been sold for so many years, of course for a reason.

The first reason is that this book is extremely unfriendly to most people!

It is written in classical Chinese.

Secondly, the contents of this book are too obscure for most people.

Anyway, after seeing it twice, Lingping chose to give up.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...

Hu Jia, Pipa, Gu Se...

Looks big!

but……

"That guest will definitely like it!" Lingping touched it, and flicked the mark on the cover.

On the cover, there is an ancient compilation with its name "Han Gong Vocal Music" written on it.

You know from the name, this is a small collection of books published by a very small publishing house.

The introduction and display are the musical instruments and classical music theory of the Han Dynasty.

For petty bourgeoisie, such niche books are definitely rare collections!

and so……

"I might be able to make a fortune!" The young bookstore owner, with a full smile, picked up this thick tome and walked back.

…………………………

Ta ta ta...

The soft footsteps echoed on the floor.

Layers of ripples radiate to the surroundings.

Song Shihui listened to this voice, his sensitive hearing made him feel like he was inevitable on a weird and mysterious spider web.

He turned his head and saw the bookstore owner, who was walking slowly.

In that foggy head, Liuhuo gradually beating.

"Guest..." He walked to him: "Let you wait a long time..."

He stretched out his hand, and on his seemingly pale and thin hand, a cyan quiet book had been handed over.

"This book, I like it and you will like it!" He said with a beakless tone.

Song Shihui stretched out his hand and took it carefully.

Just touching the page of the book, Song Shihui's skin heard an inexplicable sound.

The notes that have been suppressing his own, for decades, day and night, the protection built with rhythm and music theory, almost collapsed at this moment.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...

The notes are falling apart.

A flute sound rang in my ears.

That is the flute sound from ultrasonic waves that humans cannot hear or distinguish.

Messy, disorder...

But vaguely, there is a certain truth.

The truth of music!

Just hearing the sound of the flute, Song Shihui's six fingers bounced involuntarily.

Following the rhythm of the flute sound, click constantly at a very fast speed.

This is his self-defense method, a habit he has cultivated over the years.

In this way, he can clean up all the strange curses and sorceries on the Southern Zhou Continent by the method of music!

however……

This time, this method failed.

With just a sound of the flute, Song Shihui's fingers were caught in a frantic and rapid tap.

The notes in his body are constantly beating.

All the spiritual power has been mobilized to resist the sound of the flute.

unfortunately……

Even so, the attack speed and power of this whistle sound still exceeded his limit.

Drops of cold sweat flowed from the forehead.

The temples bulged high.

The heart thumped and thumped, and it was beating harder and harder.

As if in seconds, the heart will burst.

When the heart exploded, Song Shihui knew that he would be like a balloon in this bookstore with a bang, turning into pieces.

"How?" An easy-going voice sounded by the ear, and the flute sound disappeared without a trace in front of this voice.

As if it never appeared before.

Song Shihui raised his head and saw the two streams of fire, looking at him.

The ancient god, I don't know when, sat on the sofa opposite to him.

He gently stroked the goddess of the cat goddess.

"My book, are you still satisfied?"

Where does Song Sihui dare to say that he is not satisfied?

He didn't dare to listen to the flute again.

So he nodded immediately: "Satisfied! Satisfied!"

For this reason, he even forcibly suppressed the boiling blood and uneasy fear in his soul, revealing a very happy look.

He dare to show half unhappy there?

Isn't that shameless?

Following the exit of this answer, the book in his hand instantly became quiet.

Where the skin touches the cover, the solid cover suddenly becomes soft, like water, like light.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...

One click...

Bounce regularly.

Feeling the bounce, Song Shihui knew the name of this book.

"The Joy of Mourning the Dead."

This is its name.

At the same time, Song Shihui also understood the origin of this book.

It comes from a world that cannot be seen by human beings and lies in the gap between time and space.

A world made up of sounds.

The ultimate destination of all worlds, all musical geniuses and vocal masters.

Sgelhowan!

The dimension of sound, the world of music.

And this book is the joy of death composed by the master of that dimension, on the order of his master.

Feel these messages from the notes.

Song Shihui took a deep breath, then he looked at the ancient god sitting on the sofa.

He has understood that this ancient god is the master of the master of the voice world.

"I don't know..." Song Shihui asked tremblingly: "This book, what price do I need to take away from you..."

He already understood.

I must buy this book from here.

No matter what the price, it must be bought!

This is not just the rules of the master here, the ancient god.

It is also the requirement of this book in hand.

Among those notes, there is the most direct threat.

If he can't hold this book...

Then, after he left this bookstore, he lost the protection of the bookstore owner.

It is bound to be chased by the sound of the flute just heard!

The sound of the flute, can you take the initiative to chase your soul?

This sounds like an exaggeration.

However, Song Shihui knew that this was true!

If he can continue to break through, reach the next realm, stand at the critical point between that man and the god.

Then, maybe he can also play a song, the sound of chasing souls!

……………………………………

"The price?" Lingping laughed as he listened to the guest opposite.

"These petty bourgeois... even talking is so funny..."

He smiled and gently extended four fingers.

"Chenghui..."

"Four hundred yuan!"

Undoubtedly, this is a very fair price.

and……

Lingping feels that this customer is someone who can afford the price.

because……

Take a look at how people dress up!

The clothes all over the body are equivalent to three words written on the forehead: not bad money!

To be honest, it means peace and kindness!

If you change to an unscrupulous boss, seize the weakness of these petty bourgeoisie, and call a price of one thousand yuan, you might be able to fudge!

But Lingping always pays attention to honesty when doing business.

He is a self-proclaimed gentleman, and he has always insisted on earning money, but he must earn money with peace of mind.

For him, money is just the spice of life.

With it or without it, it doesn't actually affect his life.

"Four hundred..." Song Shihui took a deep breath.

He learned something from Situ He's hint.

Therefore, he understands that in this bookstore, the bookstore owner’s price is actually quite arbitrary.

But there is one thing-the price He said, in many cases, refers to the soul.

Zhang Hui tried it personally.

Take away a book from here at the price of 70% soul.

So, he slowly put his hand into his pocket.

In the ear, the voice of the ancient god came: "Guest...Are you scanning the code, or cash?"

That voice, when Song Shihui heard it, was cold, strange, and distorted.

He raised his head and saw the flowing fire, which was spinning.

The color of the flame became pale.

So Song Shihui knew that he wanted to use other things to compensate like Situ He was not allowed.

because……

Bookstore owner, not allowed!

Also because he is not qualified!

Biting his lip, Song Shihui could only give up the decision to touch the treasure he had brought.

He smiled bitterly, took out his mobile phone, and said to the other party: "Then scan the code..."

After all, there is a price to pay.

Actually... this is good too!

At least, it can save a valuable expenditure for the black guard.

At the same time, there can be one more verification direction.

Before coming, Song Shihui was actually ready to use his lifespan or soul to offset the account!

…………………………

Ling walked to the counter happily, and he happily took out the two-dimensional code card from the counter.

"Guest, do you write it by hand? Or?" he asked.

Song Shihui looked at the card that was sent to him.

On this card, two deep vortexes of terror are spinning.

There was a whisper in the ear.

He understands that one of the two vortices is a deduction for longevity and the other is a deduction for soul.

In a whisper, he knew that if the lifespan was deducted, he might be deducted at the moment of payment!

Therefore, he actually has only one choice.

He took a deep breath, turned on the phone, and swept at the astral vortex.

With a beep.

Song Shihui felt that there was something more in his three souls and seven souls.

Soon this feeling disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, he finally knew the reason.

This bookstore owner...

This terrible ancient god took a fancy to his musical talent.

When he died, the soul would come to this bookstore.

Become one of the countless invisible musicians in this bookstore who serve him and play a lullaby for him.

His three souls and seven souls were deducted by 90% for this book.

After taking a deep breath, Song Shihui smiled bitterly: "At least, when I am still alive, I can dominate my own power!"

"and……"

He understands...

"This is deterrence..."

"It's also a protection!"

In this transaction, it seems that he mortgaged his soul and will become a member of the ancient god's orchestra after death.

Lose all freedom and autonomy.

But in another aspect...

This is actually the wrist of this arrogant ancient god.

Think about it carefully, Song Shihui will know.

Would such an ancient god really care about people like him?

At the moment when the contract was concluded, Song Shihui could feel that the number of invisible musicians... was too numerous to count!

Moreover, each one is countless times stronger than him.

So... this contract is not so much used by the ancient god to enslave him, but rather used to pinch him.

This is telling him--you, it's okay...look at the performance...

On the other hand, this is actually a protection.

It can even be said to be a gift!

It seems incredible.

But as long as you substitute the other's thinking mode, you can taste a little bit.

Just like the ancient kings, they expressed their importance to ministers.

They generally will not adopt the methods recorded in the history books: undressing clothes, pushing food and eating.

More often, when emperors win over ministers, they will give names and surnames.

Some emperors in the slave society prefer to bestow the honor of being a "my slave".

Modern people can't understand it, and they think it is a shame.

However, at the time, wanted to be the emperor’s slave, son, and retainer?

Most people really don't have this qualification!

And this ancient god, from his standpoint.

Today’s transaction, maybe he still feels his kindness and love.

look……

I'm willing to let you serve me...

Are you still kowtow to thank you?

not only that!

Song Shihui tasted the faint mark in his soul.

He knew that this was his reminder.

Once he didn't do well enough, the ancient god's thoughts would cause his soul to fall apart.

But, it is also his amulet!

With its existence, in a sense, those gods who are inferior to this one do not even have the courage to attack him!

Because, in a sense, to shoot at him is to shoot at this ancient god.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui put away his mobile phone.

After he plans to go back, he will have a chat with Zhang He.

He picked up the book in his hand and held the cup of tea again.

Song Shihui looked at the ancient god, thought for a while, and finally said his request: "Your Excellency, I wonder if you can lend me a flashlight?"

Lingping put away the QR code.

He was very happy. He took out a brand new flashlight from the drawer and handed it to the guest without hesitation.

After thinking about it, he felt that such a customer should be attracted to him, trying to give him a chance to spend again, or recommend a few friends to spend.

So, from the drawer, he picked up a few imitation half and two dollars that the guest had pledged here last time.

"Guest..." He weighed the coins in his hands and stuffed them into the other's hands: "These gadgets are useless if I keep them. I will give them to you!"

Song Shihui looked at the flashlights that were sent and the coins with powerful psychics.

He swallowed.

He remembered...

There is one such coin in the black guard.

Just one such coin has enough energy to supply the entire city for one day!

Countless psionicists call it the "nuclear fusion of metaphysics".

Today, when the practical application of nuclear fusion technology is nowhere in sight, the psionicists of Heiyiwei regard this coin as hope for the future.

It's just a pity...

Only one black guard!

I can only test it carefully, and dare not conduct any violent disassembly and research on it!

And now...

He sent again...

And there are six!

Add the coin that you already have, and that's seven!

Seven...

An aura flashed in Song Shihui's mind.

Seven of them happened to be the basic research needs of a certain psionic university bachelor.

Two brute force cracks and analysis of its internal structure.

Two for reference.

The two are for comparison.

One is left as a spare.

In other words...

He wants to tell us-your thinking is right!

But... what is his intention for doing this?

Song Shihui felt a little confused in his mind.

He couldn't understand what this ancient god meant?

He looked at each other, and the flow of fire in his eyes rose to the mirror.

So, he put the coins away, and then he said deeply to the other party, thanking him, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" He said softly, and then opened the glass door: "Guest...This mist is a bit thick, you go slowly!"

Song Shihui nodded.

He put away the book, took the tea cup, turned on the flashlight, and went out.

The light of the flashlight shone in the fog, and the road ahead suddenly became clear and there was no obstacle!