I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Humming a little tune, Lingpingan walked among the bookshelves.

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

Lingpingan moved a small stool, stepped on it, stood on tiptoes, and found a tome sealed in hard paper from the top of the bookshelf.

"Well..." He took down the thick book from the bookshelf, blew away the dust, and praised: "The old book is so sturdy!"

This book, at least since the time of Lingping's grandfather, has been placed in this bookstore.

Of course there is a reason why it has not been sold for so many years.

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

It is written in classical Chinese.

Secondly, the things in this book are too obscure and difficult to understand for most people.

Anyway, Lingpingan chose to give up after watching it twice.

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

Hujia, pipa, guzi...

The head looks big!

but……

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

On the cover, written in an ancient compilation, is its name "Vocal Music of the Han Palace".

As you can tell from the name, this is a niche collection of books published by an extremely niche publishing house.

What was introduced and displayed were the musical instruments and classical music theory of the Han Dynasty.

For petty bourgeoisie, such a niche book must be a rare collection!

so……

"Maybe I can make a fortune!" The young bookstore owner smiled brightly, picked up this thick tome, and walked back.

……………………

Ta-ta-ta...

The sound of gentle footsteps echoed on the floor.

Layers of ripples radiate around.

Song Shihui listened to this voice, and his sensitive hearing made him feel as if he was in a strange and mysterious spider web with no escape.

He turned around and saw the bookstore owner, slowly walking over.

In the misty head, the flowing fire gradually beat.

"Guest..." He walked up to him and said, "I've kept you waiting for a long time..."

He stretched out his hand, and in his seemingly white and thin hand, a cyan book of tranquility was handed over.

"I like this book and you will like it!" He said in a tone that could not be criticized.

Song Shihui stretched out his hand and took it carefully.

As soon as he touched the page of the book, an inexplicable and strange sound sounded in Song Shihui's skin.

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

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

The notes are falling apart.

A flute sound sounded in my ears.

It was a flute sound emitted by ultrasonic waves that humans could not hear or distinguish.

Messy, disordered...

But there is some kind of truth hidden in it.

Musical truth!

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

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

This was his method of self-defense, a habit he had developed over the years.

Through this method, he can use the method of music to clean up all kinds of weird curses and evil spells in the Southern Zhou Continent!

However……

This time, the method didn't work.

With just a flute sound, Song Shihui's fingers fell into frenzied and fast tapping.

The musical notes in his body were beating continuously.

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

pity……

Even so, the speed and power of this flute sound still exceeded his limits.

Drops of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

The temples bulged high.

My heart was pounding, beating harder and harder.

It seemed like my heart was going to explode in a second.

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

"How is it?" An easy-going voice rang in my ears, and the sound of the flute disappeared without a trace in front of this voice.

It was as if it had never appeared before.

Song Shihui raised his head and saw the two points of flowing fire looking at him.

The ancient god didn't know when he sat on the sofa opposite him.

He gently caressed the divine body of the cat goddess.

"Are you satisfied with my book?"

How could Song Shihui dare to say he was dissatisfied?

He didn't dare listen to the sound of the flute anymore.

So, he nodded immediately: "Satisfied! Satisfied!"

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

How dare he show any displeasure?

Isn’t that shameless?

As this answer came out, the book in his hand suddenly became quiet.

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

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

A moment a moment...

Bounce regularly.

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

"The Joy of Mourning".

That's its name.

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

It comes from a world that humans cannot see, located in the gap between time and space.

A world made of sounds.

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

Scolho Bend!

The dimension of sound, the world of music.

And this book is a piece of joy of death composed by the master of that dimension on the orders of his master.

Feel the information coming from the notes.

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

He already understood that this ancient god was the master of the master of the world of sound.

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

He already understands.

I must buy this book from here.

No matter what the price, you must buy it!

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

This is also a requirement for the book in my hand.

Among those notes, there is the most direct threat.

If he couldn't hold the book...

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

You will definitely be chased for your life by the sound of the flute you just heard!

The sound of the flute can actively pursue souls and seek lives?

This may sound exaggerated.

However, Song Shihui knew that this was true!

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

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

…………………………………………

"The price?" Lingpingan laughed as he listened to the words of the guest opposite.

"These petty bourgeoisie...even talking is so interesting..."

He smiled and gently stretched out four fingers.

"Chenghui..."

"Four hundred yuan!"

Undoubtedly, this is a very fair price.

and……

Lingpingan felt that this customer was someone who could afford the price.

because……

Look at how they are dressed!

The clothes all over his body are like writing three words on his forehead: Not short of money!

To be honest, Lingpingan is kind and kind!

If it were an unscrupulous boss who could seize the weaknesses of these petty bourgeoisie and shout a price of 1,000 yuan, he might be able to deceive them!

But Lingpingan always pays attention to honesty when doing business.

As a self-proclaimed gentleman, he has always insisted on making money, but he must make it with peace of mind.

Money, to him, is just the spice of life.

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

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

He had learned some things from Situ He's hints.

Therefore, he understood that in this bookstore, the price offered by the bookstore owner was actually quite arbitrary.

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

Zhang Hui tried it himself.

At the cost of 70% of his soul, a book was taken away from here.

So, he slowly put his hand into his pocket.

In my ears, the voice of the ancient god came: "Guest... do you want to scan the QR code or pay in cash?"

That voice sounded cold, evil, and twisted to Song Shihui's ears.

He raised his head and saw the flowing fire spinning.

The color of the flame became pale.

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

because……

Bookstore owner, you don’t allow it!

Also because he is not qualified enough!

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

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

There is a price to pay in the end.

Actually...this is pretty good!

At least, it can save the black guards valuable expenses.

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

Before coming, Song Shihui was actually ready to use his longevity or soul to pay off the debt!

……………………

Lingpingan happily walked to the counter, and he was very happy to take out the cards with the QR code from the counter.

"Guest, do you have a souvenir? Or?" he asked.

Song Shihui looked at the cards that were brought to him.

On this card, two deep terrifying whirlpools are spinning.

In his ears, there was a whisper.

He understood that one of the two vortexes was a lifespan deduction, and the other was a soul deduction.

He knew in a whisper that if his life span was deducted, all his life span would be deducted the moment he paid!

So, he actually only has one choice.

He took a deep breath, turned on his phone, and scanned the soul vortex.

There was a beeping sound.

Song Shihui felt that there seemed to be a little 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 terrifying ancient god took a fancy to his musical talent.

When he dies, his soul will come to this bookstore.

Become one of the countless invisible musicians serving Him and playing lullabies for Him in this bookstore.

Ninety percent of his three souls and seven souls were deducted for this book.

After taking a deep breath, Song Shihui smiled bitterly: "At least, I still have the power to control myself while I am alive!"

"and……"

He understands...

"This is a deterrent..."

"It's also a kind of protection!"

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

Lose all freedom and autonomy.

But on the other hand...

This is actually the skill of this arrogant ancient god.

After thinking about it carefully, Song Shihui knew.

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

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

Moreover, each one is countless times more powerful than him.

So... this contract was not so much used by the ancient god to enslave him, but rather as a way to manipulate him.

This is telling him that you are okay...just look at your performance...

On the other hand, this is actually a kind of protection.

It can even be said to be a gift!

It seems incredible.

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

Just like the way ancient kings expressed their respect for their ministers.

They generally do not adopt the methods recorded in history books: undress them and push them to eat.

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

The emperors of some slave societies even like to give people the honor of being 'my slave'.

Modern people cannot understand it and think it is a shame.

However, at that time, did you want to be the emperor's slave, adopted son, or retainer?

Most people really don’t have this qualification!

And this ancient god, from his standpoint.

In today's transaction, maybe he will feel his kindness and love.

look……

I am willing to let you serve me...

Why don't you quickly kowtow and thank me?

not only that!

Song Shihui tasted the faint mark in his soul.

He knew that this was his reminder.

Once he doesn't do well enough, his soul will fall apart if the ancient god has a thought.

But, it is also his talisman!

With its existence, in a sense, those gods who are lower than this one don't even have the courage to take action against him!

Because, in a sense, taking action against him is taking action against this ancient god.

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

He planned to have a chat with Zhang He after he returned.

Pick up the book in your hand and the cup of tea.

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

Lingpingan put away the QR code.

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

After thinking about it, he felt that he should win over such a customer and try to give him a chance to come again for purchase, or recommend a few friends to come for purchase.

So, from the drawer, he picked up a few imitation coins that the previous customer had pledged here.

"Guest..." He weighed the coins in his hand and stuffed them into the other party's hand: "I have no use keeping these gadgets, so I'll give them to you!"

Song Shihui looked at the flashlight that was sent and the coins that were filled with powerful spiritual energy.

He swallowed.

He remembered...

There is a coin like this hidden in the black guard.

Just one such coin has enough energy to power an entire city for a day!

Countless psychic scientists call it ‘metaphysical nuclear fusion’.

Today, when the practical use of nuclear fusion technology is far away, the psychic scientists of Black Guard regard this kind of currency as the hope of the future.

It's just a pity...

The black guard only got one!

We can only test it carefully and don't dare to do any violent dismantling or research on it!

And now...

He sent again...

And there are six of them!

Adding to the one coin you already have, that’s seven!

seven...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Song Shihui's mind.

Seven pieces, which happened to be the basic requirements for research proposed by a certain psionic bachelor.

Two brute force cracks and analysis of their internal structures.

Two for reference.

Two for comparison.

There is one left as a spare.

In other words...

He wants to tell us - your thinking is right!

But... what was His intention in doing this?

Song Shihui felt that his mind was a little confused.

He couldn't figure out what the ancient god meant?

He looked at the other party, and the fire in his eyes rose to the mirror.

So, he put away the coins, bowed deeply to the other party, and said thanks: "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

"You're welcome!" He said softly, and then opened the glass door: "Guest... the fog is a bit heavy, please go slowly!"

Song Shihui nodded.

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

The light of the flashlight shines in the fog, and the road ahead suddenly becomes clear and there are no obstacles!

The editor asked me to fill in a form today, and it took me a long time~ So... I was delayed in coding, sorry!

Make up for it tomorrow!