I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Just as he was about to speak, Lingpingan caught a glimpse of the guest's hand holding a teacup out of the corner of his eye.

"Six fingers?" Lingpingan was slightly stunned, and then he put the matter behind him.

Meow!

At this time, the kitten Best who had been sleeping on the counter woke up.

It stood up and jumped to Lingpingan's feet.

"Little darling..." Lingpingan said to the little guy lovingly: "Are you awake?"

Meow!

The little guy barked softly and circled around Lingpingan's trouser legs, seeming to be showing off something.

It's a pity that Lingpingan doesn't understand at all.

Song Shihui looked at the cat that suddenly jumped up from the counter.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Because he knew that just today, the Kingdom of Egypt announced that it would regain the canal occupied by the rebels.

He immediately picked up his cell phone and clicked into the Black Guard's intranet.

Sure enough, an intelligence report from Kunlun Prefecture appeared in the announcement area.

The high priest of the Kingdom of Egypt took action and seven great wizards of Voodoo were killed!

He clicked on the report from the Kunlun State Intelligence Department, glanced at it briefly, and immediately took a deep breath.

According to the report, the high priest received the divine blessing of the Cat Goddess, so he exploded with power comparable to that of a lieutenant general!

Killed seven great wizards of the Voodoo Sect in one fell swoop.

The extraordinary power that has supported the rebels for so long will be wiped out in one fell swoop!

This means that there is no obstacle for the Kingdom of Egypt to regain the canal.

Today, with the revival of spiritual energy, the civil wars in most countries are actually wars between extraordinary beings.

An extraordinary person showed crushing power.

The other side has no other choice but to wait and surrender!

After all, most countries cannot even form a tank regiment.

In a place like Kunlun State, if there are only a few old-fashioned bombers, they can already crush the surrounding areas in terms of conventional power.

As for in the East...

Because of the federal empire, most countries no longer have standing armies.

Fuso and Silla, even the armed forces have been abolished.

Only armed police were retained to suppress the riots.

The military expenditure of most countries remains at several million all year round.

Because there is no need!

Brother, take care of anything!

It is only in a place like Qinlu that a country with a population of 20 million can have thousands of tanks and dozens or hundreds of advanced fighter jets.

"It seems..." Song Shihui thought: "She is indeed the Egyptian cat goddess!"

This is certain.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui couldn't help but pick up the tea cup and take a sip.

The sweet tea flowed into the throat and instantly turned into a stream of spiritual liquid that penetrated the mind.

It didn't just make his spirit condense.

Even his thinking suddenly became enlightened.

Song Shihui felt the benefits of this sip of spiritual liquid, and he was even more shocked.

"He is telling me..."

"I'm worried that you are too stupid to understand and interpret my intentions, so I gave you this cup of spiritual tea to help you open your mind?"

"What a confidence!"

"What a arrogant person!"

Just when I was feeling frightened, I heard that voice in my ears.

"Guest..." He asked, "Do you like music?"

Song Shihui nodded, put down the tea cup, and replied with a smile: "Your Excellency, you have a sharp eye... I am indeed a lover of pleasure..."

He took out the magic weapon from his pocket.

Made of bronze, the whole body is black.

He held a copper hammer and tapped lightly.

Gong, Zheng, Yu, Shang, Jiao.

The five tones were struck one after another, and the sound echoed in this bookstore.

"It's just a trick..." Putting down the hammer, Song Shihui laughed and said, "I'm making a fool of myself!"

Lingpingan looked at it and put his pet aside.

Music, to be honest, he doesn't understand.

but……

Looking at the bronze sword, he felt an inexplicable impulse.

I wish I had a big drum in front of me so that he could have a good time!

such a pity……

But never mind!

I don’t understand that I can be fooled.

Lingpingan then smiled and said: "To be honest, I am better at playing drums..."

This is the truth!

He played the drums several times in his dream, and every time, the audience in the dream was very enthusiastic!

He even remembered that once in a dream, the audience was as enthusiastic as the traffic fans, or even more enthusiastic.

What a sweet dream!

Call Lingpingpingan so far, endless aftertaste!

Therefore, he said: "Once, I played drums and made music in front of countless people..."

"That scene was really..."

Song Shihui listened with burning eyes.

He understands that this person will never hit the target without aim.

It is impossible for an ancient god of His stature to lie.

so……

What did He want to express?

Did He play before countless gods?

No!

Song Shihui knew that the personality of this ancient god could not be like that of the God of Music.

There is no doubt that His status belongs to the level of main god, god king, and heavenly emperor in myths and legends.

Maybe even higher.

so……

There was only one record in Song Shihui's mind at the moment.

During the time of Shun, there were some seedlings that refused to obey, and Yu was about to attack them. Shun said, "No, practicing martial arts without great virtue is not Taoism. I practiced teaching for three years and danced with my hands, but if there were any seedlings, I obeyed!"

so……

What He means is: I once beat the drum and frightened all the gods? All the gods are subdued and kowtow three thousand times to praise my power?

do you mean this?

So Song Shihui smiled and said, "That must be a wonderful scene!"

"Yeah..." Lingpingan recalled the scene in his dream: "That was quite wonderful!"

“At that time, countless people were impressed by my drumming!”

The things in the dream are things that happened - even though it was in a dream.

But Lingpingan believes that this is not a lie.

Song Shihui then said: "If I have a chance, I can attend the meeting..."

Lingpingan was stunned for a moment, and he said nonchalantly: "Guest, you probably can't go..."

In the dream, how could he get there?

Although Lingpingan suffers from prosopagnosia, but... he is 100% sure that he is not Long Yangjun!

so……

If this guest appears in my dream...

Lingpingan felt that he might be scared to death.

Prosopagnosia is understandable.

Long Yangjun, I really can’t accept it!

So, he decisively changed the subject: "Guest, why did you come so late?"

Song Shihui understood what the other party meant.

He... is too weak.

There is no qualification to participate in such a grand event.

even……

It's very possible that the subtext is: I'm afraid you'll be knocked out of your mind by me!

And this is very possible.

Nowadays, the invasion of mountain and sea myths is getting more and more profound.

Many things recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas have therefore been translated and studied.

In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it is recorded that the Yellow Emperor used Kui cowhide as a drum to shatter the souls of countless demons and ghosts.

Listen to the other person's question again.

Song Shihui immediately raised his hand and said, "To be honest with you, I love music... I heard that there are a lot of... um... books..."

He wanted to say 'Strange Books and Holy Scriptures', but he swallowed the words alive as soon as they reached his lips.

Because his soul told him to obey the rules here.

The rule is: Don't say words that are not allowed.

When Lingpingan heard this, he was very happy: "Guest, you are really at the right time!"

"I do have many books of music here!"

"I'm not bragging...the music library I have here...well...is one of a kind!"

With that said, Lingpingan stood up.

"Guest...please wait..."

"I'll get it for you..."

So he said goodbye, hummed a tune, and walked towards the bookshelf behind him.

"Her eyes... her eyes... seemed to be shining like stars..."

"See... see... see... panic..."

Singing softly in Guangnan accent.

Cheerful and relaxing!

Lingpingan felt a little lighter when he walked.

only……

"When did you hear this?" He felt that he was becoming more and more forgetful.

………………………………

Sitting on the sofa, Song Shihui looked at the ancient god and stood up.

He seemed happy.

The flowing fire in the misty head danced gently because of joy.

The eyes were spinning.

He slowly walked towards the depths of the bookstore.

And a gentle hum slowly sounded.

"Her eyes... her eyes... seemed to be shining like stars..."

This voice seemed to be singing from the underworld.

Just listening to it, Song Shihui felt that his mind had been frozen.

There seemed to be countless ghosts in front of my eyes.

These ghosts flew around the bookstore, chasing and playing.

"See... see... see... panic..."

One after another, terrifying figures appeared around these ghosts.

It seems to be black and white and impermanent, and it also looks like a bull's head and a horse's face.

Faintly, a huge and terrifying figure was projected on the floor of the bookstore.

That huge single horn forms a circle with nine curves!

"Uncle Ghost!" Song Shihui swallowed.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the ancient god who was chanting and walking towards the abyss.

He saw that the ancient god's feet had already left the ground.

He is suspended and walking lightly.

Every foot stepped on a piece of rotten, void, and twisted soil.

The sound of every step seemed to come from the underworld.

"Even Uncle Ghost...is one of his guards?"

Song Shihui was extremely horrified.

Uncle Ghost!

The legendary god in charge of the underworld.

There is even more evidence that He transformed into the Lord of Mount Tai after a long period of time.

What's more important is that there are also his shadows in the myths of mountains and seas.

"Where does this bookstore owner... come from?"

Song Shihui didn't dare to think about it anymore.

but……

"This song..." He recalled the tune the other person whispered.

Song Shihui's fingers moved slightly.

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

He raised his head and looked at the cat goddess sitting across from the sofa, staring at him.

Song Shihui immediately smiled apologetically, not daring to reorganize the score of that tune in his mind.

but……

Half of the sentence had already been written down by him.

Song Shihui knew...

With just this half sentence, if he could exert one-tenth or even one percent of the power of the bookstore owner.

So……

He will have another trump card against the enemy!

Maybe he can give his enemies a surprise at a critical moment!