I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 353

Humming a tune, Ling Ping An walks in the bookshelf.

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

Ling Ping An moved a small stool, stepped on it, and stood on tiptoe. From the top of the bookshelf, he found a large part sealed with hard paper.

“Well…” He took the thick book down from the bookshelf, blew the dust and praised: “old books are strong!”

This book, at least in the era of Ling Ping An’s grandfather, has been in this bookstore.

There’s a reason why they haven’t been sold for so many years.

First of all, the first reason is that this book is very unfriendly to most people!

It is written in classical Chinese.

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

Anyway, Ling Ping An looked at it twice and then chose to give up.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao

Hu Jia, pipa, Guse

Look at the big head!

But

“That guest, certainly will like it!” Lingping touched it and played the mark on the cover.

On the cover, there is an ancient small editor with its name “Han Gong vocal music”.

From the name, we can see that this is a small collection of books published by a very small publishing house.

The Han Dynasty musical instruments and classical music theory are introduced and displayed.

For petty bourgeoisie, such a small number of books is definitely a rare collection!

So

“I may be able to make a fortune!” The young bookstore owner, smiling, picked up the thick book and walked back.

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Da da da

The sound of gentle footsteps echoed on the floor.

Layers of ripples radiate around.

Song Shihui listened to the sound. His sensitive hearing made him feel as if he was in a strange and mysterious spider web.

He looked back and saw the bookshop owner coming slowly.

The misty head, the flow of fire gradually beating.

“Guest…” He came to him and said, “I have kept you waiting…”

He held out his hand. On his seemingly white and thin hand, a blue book of tranquility had been handed over.

“I like this book. You will like it!” He said in a tone of no doubt.

Song Dynasty Hui extended his hand and took it carefully.

Just touching the page, song Shihui’s skin sounded a strange sound.

He has been suppressing his own notes. For decades, the protection constructed by rhythm and music theory day and night almost collapsed.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao

The notes are falling apart.

A flute sounds in my ear.

It’s a flute sound that humans can’t hear or distinguish.

Disorderly, disorderly

But there is a certain truth in it.

The truth of music!

Just hearing the sound of the flute, song Shihui’s six fingers could not help but gently bounce up.

With the rhythm of flute sound, with extremely fast speed, constantly click.

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

In this way, he could clean up all kinds of strange curses and sorcery in the southern Zhou Dynasty by means of temperament!

However

This time, the method failed.

Just a flute sound, song Shihui’s fingers fell into a frenzied and crazy rapid percussion.

The notes in his body are constantly beating.

All spiritual powers have been mobilized to resist the sound of the flute.

Unfortunately

Even so, the attack speed and power of this flute sound is still beyond his limit.

Drops of cold sweat, from the forehead.

The temples bulged up.

The heart is pounding. It’s beating harder and harder.

It’s like in a second, the heart is going to burst.

When the heart exploded, song Shihui knew that he would be like a balloon in this bookstore, bang, and become broken.

“How?” Ear, an easy-going voice rings, the flute sound in front of this sound, disappeared without trace.

As if it had never appeared before.

Song Hui raised his head and saw that the two fires were looking at himself.

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

He stroked the cat goddess’s body.

“Are you satisfied with my book?”How dare Hui in the Song Dynasty say he is not satisfied?

He did not dare to hear the flute again.

So, immediately nodded: “satisfied! Satisfied

To this end, he even forced to suppress the boiling Qi and blood in his heart and the uneasy fear in the spirit, showing a very happy look.

Does he dare to show that he is not happy?

Isn’t that shameless?

With this answer exit, the book in hand, instantly become quiet.

Skin contact of the cover, that solidified cover, suddenly become soft, like water, like light in general.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao

Just a moment

Bouncing regularly.

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

The music of mourning.

That’s its name.

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

It comes from a world that human beings can’t see, which lies in the gap between time and space.

A world of sounds.

The final destination of all the world, all the musical talents and vocal masters.

Siglehorn!

The dimension of sound, the world of music.

This book is the joy of death written by the master of that dimension at the command of his master.

Feel the message coming from the notes.

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

He understood that the ancient god was the master of the world of voices.

“I don’t know…” Song Shi Hui shivered and asked, “what price do I need to take this book away from you…”

He already understood.

I have to buy this book from here.

Whatever the price, you must buy it!

It’s not just the rules of the master, the ancient god.

It is also the requirement of the book in hand.

Among those notes, there is the most direct threat.

If he can’t hold the book

Well, after he left the bookstore, he lost the protection of the bookstore owner.

Will be just heard by the sound of the flute, chasing after the soul!

Flute sound, can you take the initiative to pursue the soul?

It sounds like an exaggeration.

However, song Shihui knew that it was true!

If he can continue to break through and reach the next level, he will stand at the critical point between man and God.

Then, maybe he can play a song, the sound of pursuing the soul and asking for life!

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“The price?” Ling Ping An listens to the guest’s words. He laughs.

“These petty bourgeoisie Even talking is so interesting… ”

He grinned and held out his four fingers gently.

“Chenghui…”

“Four hundred yuan!”

No doubt, it’s a fair price.

And

Ling Ping’an feels that this guest can afford the price.

Because

Look at the way people dress!

The whole body up and down the clothing, is equal to on the forehead, wrote three words: not bad money!

To be honest, it is spiritual peace and kindness!

If you change an unscrupulous boss, seize the weakness of these petty bourgeoisie and shout a price of 1000 yuan, you may be able to cheat you!

But Ling Ping An always pays attention to honesty in business.

As a gentleman, he always insisted that he should make money, but he must be sure to make money.

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

With it or without it, it doesn’t affect his life.

“Four hundred…” Song Shihui took a deep breath.

He learned some things from situhe’s hint.

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

A lot of times, however, it’s about the price of soul.

Zhang Hui has experimented with it.

Took a book from here at the cost of 70% soul.

So he slowly put his hand into his pocket.

The voice of the ancient god came to my ear: “guest Are you scanning or cash? ”

That voice, in Song Shihui, cold, strange, twisted.

He looked up and saw the fire spinning.

The color of the fire became pale.

Tu Hui didn’t want to be compensated by other things.

Because

Bookstore owner, not allowed!Also because, he is not qualified!

After biting his lips, song Shihui can only give up the decision to touch the treasure.

He said to the other party, “take out your mobile phone with a bitter smile.”

In the end, there is a price to pay.

In fact It’s also good!

At least, it can save a valuable expense for black guards.

At the same time, it can also have one more verification direction.

Before coming, song Shihui was actually ready to use his Shouyuan or soul to pay off the account!

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Ling Ping An happily walked to the counter, he was very happy from the counter, took out the two-dimensional code card.

“Guest, are you a letter? Or? ” He asked.

Song Shihui looks at the cards sent to him.

On the card, two deep eddies of terror are spinning.

There was a whisper in my ear.

He understood that the two whirlpools, one is Shouyuan deduction, the other is soul deduction.

In a whisper, he knew that if Shouyuan was deducted, he would be deducted in the moment of payment!

Therefore, he has only one choice.

He took a deep breath, turned on his mobile phone and swept at the soul whirlpool.

A drip.

Song Shihui felt that there was something more in his mind.

Immediately this feeling disappeared.

And at this moment, he finally knows why.

This bookstore owner

This terrible 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 who serve him and play his lullaby in this bookstore.

His soul and soul were deducted 90% for this book.

After taking a deep breath, the Song Dynasty regained a bitter smile: “at least, I still have the power to dominate myself when I am alive!”

“And

He understood

“This is deterrence…”

“Also a kind of protection!”

This transaction seems to be that he has 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 wrist of this proud ancient god.

Think about it carefully, song Shihui will know.

Such an ancient god, will really care about people like him?

At the moment when the contract was signed, Song Dynasty could feel the number of invisible musicians Too many to count!

And each one is infinitely stronger than him.

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

It’s telling him – you’re ok Look at the performance

On the other hand, it is also a kind of protection.

It can even be said to be a gift!

It looks like it’s incredible.

But as long as the other party’s thinking mode is put in, we can taste a little bit.

Just like the ancient king, the way to express the importance of ministers.

They generally don’t adopt the methods recorded in the history books: undressing, pushing and eating.

More often than not, emperors will give their surnames and names when they are courting ministers.

Some emperors in slave society like to give people the honor of “my slave”.

Modern people can’t understand it. They think it’s a shame.

However, at that time, they wanted to be slaves, sons and servants of the emperor?

Ordinary people really don’t have this qualification!

And this ancient god, from his standpoint.

Maybe he will feel his kindness and love in this transaction today.

You see

I’m willing to let you serve me

Don’t you kowtow and thank you?

More than that!

In the Song Dynasty, he tasted the subtle imprint in his spirit.

He knew that it was his talisman.

Once he did not do well enough, the ancient god thought and his soul would fall apart.

But it’s also his talisman!

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

Because, in a sense, to him is to the ancient god.

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

He plans to talk to Zhang he when he goes back.

He took the book in his hand and the cup of tea.Song Shihui looked at the ancient god, thought about it, and finally said his request: “Sir, can you lend me a flashlight?”

Lingping, put away the QR code.

He was very happy. 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 such guests should be well solicited, and strive to let him have the opportunity to spend again, or recommend several friends to spend.

So he took from the drawer a few imitation half Liang money that the guest had pledged here last time.

“Guest…” He weighed the coins in his hand and thrust them into the other party’s hands: “these little things are useless for me to keep. I’ll give them to you!”

Song Shihui looked at the flashlight that was sent and the coin, which was haunted by powerful spiritual power.

He swallowed.

He remembered

There is a coin of this kind in the black guards.

Just one such coin has enough energy to power the whole city for a day!

Many psychics have called it “the fusion of metaphysics.”.

Today, when the fusion technology is far from practical, the psychics of black guards regard this coin as the hope of the future.

It’s just a pity

Black guards only get one!

Only careful testing, not dare to carry out any violent dismantling, research!

And now

He sent again

And there are six!

Add the one coin that you already have. It’s seven!

Seven

In the Song Dynasty, a light flashed through his mind.

Seven pieces are just the basic needs of a psychic bachelor.

Two violent cracking, analysis of its internal structure.

Two for reference.

Two as a control.

There’s one left for backup.

In other words

He wants to tell us that you are right!

But What is the purpose of his doing so?

Song Shihui felt that his brain was a little confused.

He did not understand what the ancient god meant?

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

So he put the coins away, then bowed to each other deeply and said, “thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome!” He whispered, then opened the glass door: “guest It’s a little foggy. Please slow down

Song Dynasty nodded again.

He collected the books, took the tea cup, turned on the flashlight and went out the door.

The light of flashlight, shine in the fog, the road ahead, suddenly open, no more obstacles!

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