I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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In the morning, Ling Ping'an awakened and walked down the stairs.

His cat was already waiting for him.

Open the store door, the breakfast shop next door is already open.

Aunt Cai was blushing, chatting with a customer.

The focus of their conversation is naturally related to the college entrance examination results announced last night.

"Here we are, but Grandpa Wenquxing really takes care of..."

"This year, I must build a Wenquxing Temple!" Aunt Cai, whose daughter is going to take the college entrance examination next year, said very firmly. These superstitious middle-aged women are like this, listening to wind is rain.

And the customer, who seemed to be a 27-year-old employee, also nodded: "I have added the'Wenquxing Temple Organizing Group' of the street office and donated three thousand yuan..."

"Really?" Aunt Cai listened and couldn't wait to say: "I have to donate some too..."

Lingping was listening beside her, smashing her mouth.

He knew that a Wenquxing Temple would soon be built around here.

Fortunately, most religious buildings are far away from residential areas, but there is no need to worry, as soon as you wake up, there is an extra Taoist temple or something at your door.

As they approached, Lingping ordered a bowl of tofu nao and two steamed dumplings, scanned the QR code to pay, and left early.

Aunt Cai stopped him.

"Little Ping An, the house price has gone up again!" She asked, "Are you really not going to sell?"

Lingping smiled and shook his head.

Even if the house price rises to the sky, it has nothing to do with him.

Aunt Cai was a little regretful: "That's really a pity!"

"In the shops here, someone has already offered a price of 80,000 yuan a flat!"

Lingping couldn't help laughing: "80,000? Are you crazy!"

Jiangcheng has the most expensive real estate on record, which should be the Beidu Palace in Chengbei District in the past few years.

Known as an all-natural environmental protection retro landscape community.

It only sold for 70,000 square meters.

But because the price was too high, it was chased by public opinion!

In the end, he had to make a dingy statement, stating that he would donate the proceeds of the project to the "Federal Empire Public Housing Project", and then he barely got out.

just now……

In this deserted heavy industrial zone in the east of the city, a set of broken shops facing the street can actually sell for 80,000 square meters?

Lingping feels that this world is crazy.

………………

He Rou stood upstairs in the old dormitory that had already started construction.

She overlooked this piece of land that had already begun.

"Yesterday the municipal authorities have approved us to use the name of the'champion community'..." A somewhat bald designer, standing beside He Rourou, cautiously reported on his work: "Relevant trademark registration work is also in full progress. ..."

"According to federal law, this project can be pre-sold..."

"The pre-sale price, we have decided to set it at a level of 88,888..."

The corners of He Rourou's eyes lifted slightly: "Will it be a bit high?"

"Not high!" Beside the bald man, the well-dressed general manager was excited: "This is already very conscientious!"

"Champion community, the cradle of champions!"

"In my opinion, we can be bolder!"

"Eighty eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight... can only be regarded as the price of an affordable house!"

"Our flat-storey villas and view rooms can definitely be set at higher prices!"

He Rourou couldn't help frowning: "That's not good..."

"The news media will attack!"

Even though she only came to the federal territory for more than a month, during this time, He Rourou had already seen the capabilities of the media in this country.

Although, in this country, if the news media report casually, it is possible to go to court and even get the license revoked.

According to the law, news media must endorse basic facts for every piece of news they publish.

You can't deviate from the facts, otherwise you will take responsibility.

Legally, morally.

but……

Because of this, almost all news media are very good at seizing opportunities and setting the tone.

They are often represented by public opinion, and once they catch the opportunity, they will go after it.

If you don't kill anyone, you will never give up!

Quite a few hundred years ago, the posture of Qingliutai admonishment!

The price is too high. Once someone is stabbed in the media to bring the rhythm, the Lion City Group does not even have the qualifications to stuff the teeth between the giant crocodiles!

Moreover, the Lion City Group is also the capital of the Kingdom of Three Buddhas.

Therefore, He Rourou is sober.

"Pricing...no hurry..." Thinking about this, He Rourou raised her hand: "When the prices of other properties come out, let's discuss again..."

She looked to the east, where there was a giant group and also took a piece of land.

Real estate of Guangnan Xingye Group!

In the upper circles, who doesn't know that Xingye Group is the property of the Zheng family?

The Zheng family is not a little shrimp.

Going back three hundred years, they are kings of different surnames when the country was founded!

Now, the ones who stay in the local area are only side branches of the prominent family back then.

But it is also closely related to the royal family.

The Zheng family is over, and He Rourou certainly knows that she should eat meat and soup with that Big Mac.

But everyone beside her smiled awkwardly.

I know that some of my abacus may be in vain.

He Rourou waved her hand, and a female bodyguard who had served her since she was a child immediately followed her.

She sighed deeply, then walked down the stairs.

"Miss..." The female bodyguard walked up to her and asked: "Would you like..." She cut her throat.

In the Three Buddhas Qi, the Lion City Group has always used blood to deal with those subordinates who have two hearts.

A private armed force was even formed to carry out various clearance plans.

To do this kind of thing is already extremely skilled.

He Rourou shook her head: "This is not in my hometown!"

This is the Federal Empire!

And, in this city, there is a general!

It's a finger, it can pinch her existence.

If you use these slanderous methods here, you will definitely be taught how to behave.

Here, there is another set of game rules.

"Contact the Xindaohuiji office for me..."

"Ask them to come to our company next month to assist in the financial audit!" He Rourou said.

Here, in this country, once a professional manager is found to be carrying on dishonorable behavior behind his boss.

So, only social death awaits them!

because……

Loyalty and filial piety and benevolence have always been the mainstream values ​​of this country.

The loyalty to the king!

It is also the tale and social consensus that has been extolled for thousands of years.

Therefore, once the people who eat the food of professional managers are found, they have other practices or behaviors that are not in line with professional ethics.

In addition to facing legal risks, they will also be kicked out of the entire system.

And the Xindao Accounting Firm is famous for helping the heads of various companies, eradicating inner ghosts and uncovering traitors.

"Yes..." The female bodyguard nodded.

He Rourou continued to walk down the stairs, she did not pay too much attention to other things.

In her mind, these days, there is actually only one thought.

"Master... where are you?"

This thought became extremely profound after she encountered two extremely dangerous missions in a row in the nightmare world.

She understands...

Everything is floating clouds.

Only when you find the owner, you are the only one!

because……

She needs... the master!

……………………

Song Shi opened his eyes and ended the two hours of meditation.

Looking up at the time, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

He stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the outside world was full of traffic and flow.

In my ears, all kinds of voices poured in.

The sound of engines, people, footsteps of passersby, and even the murmur of insects and ants in the grass.

The sound is heard.

more importantly……

Song Shihui could still hear the voice from psychic energy.

Sha Sha Sha... Sha Sha Sha...

This is the psychic tide, the infrasound wave that is emitted when it is in a low position.

The ears of creatures, sounds impossible to hear.

Listening to these voices, Song Shihui felt that the whole world had been digitized in his own eyes.

In the grass over there, there are ants, flies, earthworms...in the dead leaves, there are still hatching eggs.

Their numbers are XXX, XXX...

On the opposite road, the pedestrian now is XXX...

In the past few seconds, there were XXX cars passing by on this road, their models are...

There are now XXX people in this building.

Among them, the first layer is...

Everything was marked in Song Shihui's eyes.

exactly……

It should have been measured!

He shook his head vigorously and forced himself out of this state.

The vision in the eyes and ears disappeared cleanly.

But his face has become pale.

"It's too much consumption..." He gasped in a low voice, holding the'book' in his hand tightly.

But he understands that he has made a lot of money!

The family secret technique, the power of the Palace of Yellow Bell, has been expanded again.

temperament……

Now it is not only possible to kill and break the law...

He can do more!

For example, measure the world!

For example, measuring the world.

Even, measure energy!

Even...

Peep the secret barrier!

And this is exactly what the ancient law books describe.

Mathematics, physics and even the five elements of Yin and Yang and everything can be determined and measured by rhythm.

Therefore, almost all ancient measuring instruments were changed from musical instruments.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui picked up his mobile phone and dialed his secretary's number.

"Contact me a few bachelors from the Department of Mathematics of the Federal Imperial Central University of Technology..."

"Ask them to prepare for me the discussion about the relationship between mathematics and the metric..."

"Ok……"

"ASAP!"

Song Shihui knew that his future path had already been determined.

He wants to keep going, keep going to the next stage.

Not only phonology, but also mathematics, geometry, and physics are needed.

because……

The "Joy of Mourning the Dead" described such a path.

Start with the rhythm and move everything.

but……

The premise is that you need to have sufficient understanding of basic sciences such as mathematics, physics, and geometry.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui walked forward and opened his door.

Someone had already been waiting for him at the door.

"General Song..." The academician Zeng Jing seemed to be mad, and rushed in front of him: "Do you... still have those coins?" He looked at him blankly and begged.

"What's the matter?" Song Shihui asked.

Last night, after returning, Song Shihui handed the six coins he received to the bachelor.

Then practice behind closed doors.

"You don't know!" Zeng Jing's eyes lighted up: "Those coins..."

"The coins you brought back have made my experiment a breakthrough!"

"They are simply gems!"

"It's the key left by Haotian!"

"I only need... as long as you give a few more... I promise... I can work out a clue in three years!"

"Really!"

"We will succeed!"

"We will stay in history!"

"Our children and grandchildren will be proud of us!"

This bachelor, who was crazy for science, was so excited that his saliva was almost sprayed on Song Shihui's face.

Song Shihui, listening, calmly grabbed the opponent: "Mr. Zeng! Calm down!"

"what happened?"

"I broke one of the coins!" Zeng Jing couldn't calm down. He shouted excitedly: "I found the traces of man-made inside that coin!"

"They are made by someone using powerful psychic energy!"

"It's a whole seat inside! No, several extremely delicate and complicated magic circles!"

"This is simply a miracle of psionic energy!"

"Someone used the array to restrain the powerful psychic energy!"

"They are the chips in the field of psionics!"

"Yes!"

"They are the chips in the field of psionics!"

"As long as we can crack one percent of their secrets!"

"You can copy the rougher parts!"

"So..." Zeng Jing's eyes suddenly burst into bright light: "We can use them as energy sources!"

"what does this mean?"

"We have found energy that is more efficient, powerful and cleaner than nuclear energy!"

Song Shihui listened to the academician's words.

He grasped the point accurately.

"You mean, after you cracked one of the coins, you observed the traces of the artificial circle inside?"

"Like we etched the circuit with a lithography machine?"

"Someone etched a complex circle into a coin?"

"Use it to restrain and restrain psionic energy?"

"Yes!" Zeng Jing said: "It's an incredible genius idea!"

"Use the idea of ​​manufacturing chips to etch the array!"

"Sanqing Daozu!" Zeng Jing exclaimed, "Who is that?"

He could not imagine.

What kind of mighty power and technology it is to etch such a complicated array system inside a coin.

This is simply not something human can do.

But in Song Shihui's heart, it was already overwhelming!

"Sure enough!" He thought: "The end of science is metaphysics!"

This is an imaginary that Heiyiwei gradually appeared after communicating and contacting the ancient god.

One of the hypotheses that emerged based on the incredible and unexplainable phenomena of the ancient god.

just……

Song Shihui looked at the excited academician. He shook his head and said, "It's a pity... Mr. Zeng... We only have seven coins now..."

"Ok……"

"Now there are six!"

"and……"

"Even the six, I'm afraid, will have to be handed over to the research institute directly under Heiyiwei..."

"No!" Zeng Jing shouted immediately: "You can't do this!"

Song Shihui sighed.

What happened to those coins?

Then...

Their status will naturally become higher.

From strange things to divine things directly!

Those who are qualified to study and decide to use will become the governor!

Zeng Jing still wanted to struggle to resist, but unfortunately, his resistance was futile.

Fortunately, he did not lose.

Song Shihui gave him a promise to allow him to continue to participate in related work at the Black Guards Research Institute in the capital of tens of millions of times, and finally dismissed the bachelor who was extremely enthusiastic about these coins.

After sending Zeng Jing away, Song Shihui walked to his office. He picked up the remote control and directly connected to the Heiyiwei headquarters in the imperial capital.

Zhang Hui's face appeared on the screen.

"General Song..." Zhang Hui saw him and asked, "How do you feel about practicing?"

"Very good!" Song Shihui nodded, "I feel, I have found the feeling of breakthrough!"

Zhang Hui nodded.

They had communicated once last night.

As the only two known so far, the person who pledged their souls to that person, the two of them are regarded as the same sick and pity each other, so they exchanged some things.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhang Hui's expression is a bit excited!

He told Song Shihui: "General, I just came out from the tower!"

Song Shihui immediately became nervous: "How is the situation?"

Zhang Hui laughed: "Very smoothly!"

"The Cthulhu Consciousnesses who have never been convinced dare not attack me at all..."

"Your guess is correct!"

"That one is our reminder..."

"But it's also our amulet!"

"We can fake it!"

The town tower is a black-clothed guard. In the past two hundred years, various awakened evil god artifacts, sacrifices, statues, etc. have been found from all over the territory, where the consciousness of those things is pinned.

It is the most dangerous place for black guards!

Most retired generals will take turns to suppress.

The active generals also go there once a year to check to make sure that the contents will not escape.

Under normal circumstances, those Cthulhu consciousnesses that were suppressed would frantically attack those who entered.

However, this time, after Zhang He entered, they were more obedient than anyone else.

Although, many things are just around the corner.

But they dare not do it after all.

what does this mean?

Zhang Hui and Song Sihui are very clear!

"So..." Song Shihui said, "My guess should be correct!"

"That..."

"Maybe we are treated as a race desperately trying to please him..."

"In his way of thinking, maybe we can be allowed to pledge by our souls, or the method of grace..."

"It is worthy of our performance..."

"A kind of flattery!"

Zhang Hui listened, nodded, and expressed limited agreement with Song Shihui's judgment.

No way, Heiyiwei still knows too little about him!

As little as everything is known, it is basically a guess.

"correct……"

Song Shihui said: "The few coins he gave last night seem to have a big secret..."

Song Shihui simply repeated what Zeng Jing said when he came, and then said: "General Zhang, please send someone to Guangnan quickly and take those coins away!"

"I doubt..." Song Shihui said, "He gave me those coins just to let us study them..."

"This is some kind of reward similar to a reward..."

Zhang Hui listened and nodded earnestly: "I will come to Guangnan immediately to retrieve the coins personally, and organize the best research team to study them!"

This matter cannot be sloppy.

because……

In ancient times, the things that the king rewarded, even the fur, were to be offered.

Those who don't do that will definitely move their heads!

Because it is disrespectful!

Which one will "reward" these coins, although the purpose is unknown, he can only rely on guessing.

But there is one thing-Heiyiwei's best to show positive about this matter.

In fact, even if it wasn't, the black guard would make a 100% effort to treat those coins.

Not to mention, it's just the possible'Matrix Etching' technology inside the coins.

For the Federal Empire, it is all black technology!

It is worth preparing a project similar to the nuclear bomb plan of the year, and pushing it forward!

……………………………………

A meteor pierced the sky of the medieval world.

boom!

The huge bronze man fell to the ground.

It stood up and looked to the sky.

It has been unable to contact the communicator of the Immortal Qin Dynasty.

The signal of its brothers and sisters has also disappeared.

Under the feet, there is a ruin.

A Fang Palace...

Xianqin Afang Palace...

The place where Zulong cast it was turned into ruins.

Its huge bronze palm separated the soil of the earth and found something deeply buried underground.

It picked it up, put it on its nose and smelled it.

"The blood of the Golden Dragon King has been severed!" It sighed.

As a result, the huge body rose again.

In this world, there is nothing left for it to linger.

The blood of Ancestral Dragon has dissipated.

All facilities in Xianqin seem to have stalled.

That huge empire seems to have never appeared before!

but……

"Hmm..." He looked towards the horizon, the Great Wall defense system that bulged high and cut off the world.

The Great Wall left by Zulong is still there.

just……

This is no longer the country created by Zulong.

"Let's go..." it said.

As a result, the huge body was suspended.

At this time, a pottery figurine appeared from a distance.

Behind the pottery figurines, the young man wearing the crown walked out of the shadows.

"Captain Meng!" Liu Yu shouted to the bronze man who had been suspended, "Please stay!"

Meng Yi turned his head and looked at the pottery figurines.

Very rough...very primitive...

It seems to be the batch of pottery figurines originally refined by Zulong.

So it fell and asked: "Who are you?"

"Why is Zulong's pottery figurine technique?"