I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Just as he was about to speak, Ling Ping’an caught a glimpse of the customer’s hand holding the teacup from the corner of his eye.

“Six fingers?” Ling Ping’an was slightly stunned, and then he immediately threw this matter to the back of his mind.

Meow!

At this moment, the Kitten bastet, who had been sleeping at the counter, woke up.

It stood up and jumped to Ling Ping’an’s feet.

“Little Darling…” Ling Ping’an said to the little kitten dotingly, “You’re awake?”

Meow!

The little kitten meowed softly and circled around Ling Pingan’s trouser legs as if it was showing off something.

Unfortunately, Ling Ping’an did not understand at all.

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

Suddenly, his pupils constricted.

Because he knew that today, the Egyptian Kingdom announced that they were going to reclaim the canal that had been occupied by the rebels.

He immediately picked up his phone and tapped into the Blackguard’s internal network.

As expected, an intelligence report from Kunlun state appeared in the public area.

The high priest of the Egyptian kingdom had made a move, and seven great magi of the voodoo cult had died in battle!

He clicked open the report from the Intelligence Department of Kunlun State and took a cursory glance at it. Then, he immediately took in a deep breath of air.

According to the report, that High Priest had received the divine power of the cat goddess, so he had exploded with strength comparable to that of a lieutenant general!

He had killed seven great magi of the voodoo religion in one go.

He had swept away the strength of the transcendent being who had been supporting the rebel army for a long time!

In other words, there was no longer any obstacle for the Egyptian kingdom to recover the canal.

With the recovery of Spirit Aura, the civil war in most countries was actually a war between the transcendent being.

One side of the transcendent being displayed overwhelming strength.

The other side had no other choice but to surrender!

After all, most countries couldn’t even form a tank regiment.

In places like Kunlun State, a few old-fashioned bombers were enough to crush the surrounding areas in terms of conventional strength.

As for the east…

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

Fu Sang, Xin Luo, and even the armed forces had been abolished.

Only the armed police that suppressed the riots were left.

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

Because there was no need of that at all.

If there was anything, the Big Brother would take care of it!

It was only in a place like land of Qin that a country with a population of 20 million appeared. It actually had thousands of tanks and hundreds of advanced fighter jets.

“It seems…” Song Shihui thought, “She is indeed the cat goddess of Egypt!”

This was undoubtedly the case.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui could not help but pick up the teacup and take a sip.

The sweet tea flowed into his throat and instantly turned into a spiritual liquid that seeped into his mind.

It did not just make his soul freeze.

Even his thoughts suddenly became clear.

Song Shihui felt the benefits of this spiritual liquid, and the shock in his heart increased.

“He’s telling me…”

“I’m worried that you’re too stupid to care about and understand my intentions, so I gave you this cup of spiritual tea to help you open your mind?”

“How confident!”

“How arrogant!”

Just as he was in shock, he heard the voice of that person.

“Guest…” He asked, “Do you like music?”

Song Shihui nodded. He put down the Teacup and answered with a smile, “Your Excellency, your eyes are as sharp as torches… I am indeed a person who loves music…”

He took out the spiritual artifact from his pocket.

The bronze bronze was completely black.

He held the bronze hammer and tapped it lightly.

Gong, Zheng, Yu, Shang, and Jiao.

The five notes were struck one after another, and the sound of the bronze hammer reverberated in the bookstore.

“Showing off in front of an expert…” Song Shihui put down the bronze hammer and laughed. “I’ve embarrassed myself!”

Ling Ping’an watched and put his pet aside.

He didn’t understand music, to be honest.

But…

Looking at Tong Qing, he had an inexplicable urge.

He wished that there was a big drum in front of him so that he could play it to his heart’s content!

What a pity…

But it didn’t matter!

If you didn’t know, you could bluff.

Ling Ping’an smiled and said, “To be honest, I’m better at playing drums…”

This was the truth!

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

He even remembered that once in his dream, the audience was the same as the fans of the traffic, or even more fanatical.

That was really a beautiful dream!

Up until now, Ling Ping’an had had an endless aftertaste!

So, he said, “Once, I once played the drum in front of countless people to make music…”

“That scene was really…”

Song Shihui listened, his eyes burning.

He understood that this ancient god would not speak without thinking.

An ancient god of his status would not lie.

So…

What he meant was..?

Had he played in front of countless gods?

No!

Song Shihui knew that the status of this ancient god could not be like that of the god of music.

Undoubtedly, his status was at the mythical grade of the main god, the godly king, and the Celestial Emperor.

It might even be a little higher.

So, Song Shihui only had one paragraph in his mind at the moment.

When Shun was there, there was a Miao who was not convinced, and Yu would attack him. Shun said, “No, it’s not good to practice martial arts when one is not virtuous, it’s not the way. It’s three years of cultivation, and one has to perform Qi and dance, and Miao is convinced!”!

So..

What he meant was: I once beat the drum to intimidate all the gods? All the gods would accept it and kowtow three thousand times to praise my might?

Was that what he meant?

So, Song Shihui smiled and said, “That must be a very wonderful scene!”

“Yes…” Ling Ping’an recalled the scene in his dream. “It was quite wonderful!”

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

What happened in the dream was something that had happened before — even though it was in a dream.

However, Ling Ping’an didn’t think that it was a lie.

Song Shihui said, “If I had the chance, I could also attend the meeting…”

Ling Ping’an was stunned. He said embarrassedly, “Guest, you probably can’t go…”

How could he go in the dream?

Although Ling Ping’an was face-blind, he was 100% sure that he wasn’t Lord Longyang!

So, if this guest appeared in his dream, Ling Ping’an felt that he would probably be scared to death.

It was understandable for him to be face-blind.

But Lord Longyang really couldn’t accept it!

Thus, he decisively changed the topic. “Guest, why are you here so late?”

Song Shihui understood what the other party meant.

He… was too weak.

He simply did not have the qualifications to participate in such a grand event.

In fact, it was very likely that the subtext was: I’m afraid that your soul will be shattered by my drum!

At the moment, the invasion of the mythical grade of mountains and seas had become more and more profound.

Many things recorded in the mountain and sea scriptures had been dug out and studied.

In the mountain and sea scriptures, it was recorded that the Yellow Emperor used some sort of leather as a drum and shattered the souls of countless demons and monsters.

As Song Shihui heard the other party’s question, he immediately cupped his hands and said, “To tell you the truth, I love music very much… I heard that you have a lot of… hmm… books…”

He wanted to say the ‘holy book of Rare Books’, but he swallowed his words.

Because his soul told him that he had to follow the rules here.

The rules were: He could not say words that were not allowed.

Ling Ping;an was elated when he heard this. “Guest, You’ve come to the right place!”

“I do have many music books here!”

“I’m not bragging… my music collection here… Hmm… is top-notch!”

As he said this, Ling Ping’an stood up.

“Guest… Please Wait a moment…”

“I’ll go get them for you…”

Thus, he cupped his hands and left. Humming a tune, he walked to the bookshelf behind him.

“Her gaze… her gaze… It’s like the stars are shining…”

The Guangnan tune lightly sang.

Happy and relaxed!

Ling Ping’an felt as if he was walking lighter.

But..

“When did I hear this?” He felt as if he was forgetting more and more.

…

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

He seemed to be elated.

The fire in the head of the fog danced gently because of happiness.

It started to spin in the eye sockets.

He slowly walked into the depths of the bookstore.

And a soft moan slowly sounded.

“Her eyes… seem like the stars are shining…”

This voice was like a chant from the underworld.

Just listening to it made Song Shihui feel like his mind was frozen.

Countless ghosts seemed to appear in front of him.

These ghosts fought to fly around the bookstore, chasing and playing.

“Panic…”

One terrifying figure after another appeared around these ghosts.

It was as if black and white were impermanent, and it was also like a bull’s head or horse’s face.

Vaguely, there was a huge and terrifying figure that was projected onto the floor of the bookstore.

That huge horn had nine curves forming a world!

“Uncle Ghost!” Song Shihui gulped.

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

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

He was floating and walking lightly.

Every step he took landed on a piece of rotten, empty, and twisted soil.

Every step seemed to come from the underworld.

“Even Uncle Ghost… is his guard?”

Song Shihui was extremely shocked.

Uncle Ghost!

The legendary God who controlled the netherworld.

There was even evidence that he had turned into lord of Mount Tai after a long time.

More importantly, there was also a shadow of him in the legends of the mountains and seas.

“This bookstore owner… Where did he come from?”

Song Shihui did not dare to think about it anymore.

But…

“This song…”he recalled the tune that song Shihui had recited.

In response, Song Shihui’s fingers moved slightly.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao…

As he raised his head, he looked at the cat goddess who was sitting across the sofa and staring at him.

Song Shihui smiled apologetically and did not dare to recompose the tune in his heart.

However, he had already memorized half of the sentence.

Song Shihui knew…

Just this half sentence, if he could use one-tenth or even one-hundredth of the power of the owner of the bookstore…

Then, he would have another trump card to deal with his enemy!

Maybe he could give his enemy a surprise at the critical moment!