I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 354: What is the purpose?
Huming a little song, Ling walked between the bookshelves peacefully.
Go straight forward, to the end, in front of the row of bookshelves against the wall.
Lingping brought a small stool, stepped on it, on tiptoe, and found a large book wrapped in hard leather from the top of the bookshelf.
"Hmm..." He took the thick book from the shelf, blew the dust, and praised: "Old books are strong!"
This book, at least in the era of the peace of my grandfather, was already in this bookstore.
It has not been sold for so many years, of course for a reason.
The first reason is that this book is extremely unfriendly to most people!
It is written in classical Chinese.
Secondly, the contents of this book are too obscure for most people.
Anyway, after Lingping watched it twice, he chose to give up.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...
Hu Jia, Pipa, Gu Se...
The head is big when you look at it!
But...
"That guest, you will definitely like it!" Lingping touched it and flicked the mark on the cover.
On the cover, there is an ancient compilation with its name "Han Gong Vocal Music" written on it.
From the name, this is a small collection of books published by a very small publishing house.
Introduced and displayed were the Han Dynasty musical instruments and classical music theory.
For petty bourgeoisie, such niche books are definitely rare collections!
So...
"I might be able to make a fortune!" The young bookstore owner, with a full smile, picked up this thick tome and walked back.
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DaDaDa...
The soft footsteps echoed on the floor.
Ripple layers, radiating to the surroundings.
Song Shihui listened to this voice, and his sensitive hearing made him feel as if he could not escape in a weird and mysterious spider web.
He turned around and saw the bookstore owner, who was walking slowly.
In the misty head, Liuhuo gradually beating.
"Guest..." He walked up to him: "Let you wait a long time..."
He stretched out his hand. On his seemingly white and thin hand, a cyan book of tranquility has been handed over.
"I like this book, and you will like it!" He said without a beak.
Song Shihui stretched out his hand and took it carefully.
Just when he touched the page of the book, an inexplicable and strange voice rang out from Song Shihui's skin.
The notes that have been suppressing his own? For decades, the protection built around the clock and the theory of music? At this moment? Almost collapsed.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...
The notes are falling apart.
A whistle sound? Sounded in my ears.
It's the flute sound made by ultrasonic waves that humans cannot hear or distinguish.
Unorganized, disorderly...
But vaguely? There is a certain truth.
The truth of music!
Just hearing the sound of the flute, Song Shihui's six fingers? All of them bounced involuntarily.
Following the rhythm of the flute? Clicking at a very fast speed.
This is his method of self-defense? A habit he has developed over the years.
Through this method, he can clean up all the strange curses and sorceries on the Southern Zhou Continent with the method of rhythm!
However...
This time, this method failed.
Just a sound of the flute? Song Sihui's fingers? He fell into a frantic and crazy rapid tap.
The notes in his body are constantly beating.
All the spiritual power has been mobilized to resist the sound of the flute.
It's a pity...
Even so, the attack speed and power of this whistle sound still exceeded his limit.
Drops of cold sweat flowed from the corner of the forehead.
The temples bulged high.
The heart thumps, and it beats more and more.
As if in seconds, the heart will burst.
When the heart exploded, Song Shihui knew that he would be like a balloon in this bookstore with a bang, turning into pieces.
"How?" An easy-going voice rang in the ear, and the flute disappeared without a trace in front of the voice.
As if, it never appeared before.
Song Shihui raised his head and saw the two streams of fire, looking at him.
The ancient god, I don't know when, sat on the sofa opposite to him.
He gently stroked the goddess of the cat goddess.
"My book, are you still satisfied?"
Where does Song Sihui dare to say he is not satisfied?
He dared not listen to the flute anymore.
So, immediately nodded: "Satisfied! Satisfied!"
For this, he even forcibly suppressed the boiling blood and uneasy fear in his soul, revealing a very happy look.
He still dare to show half unhappy there?
Isn't that shameless?
With the exit of this answer, the book in his hand instantly became quiet.
The place where the skin touches the cover, the solid cover suddenly becomes soft, like water, like light.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...
One click...
Bounce regularly.
Feeling the bounce, Song Shihui knew the name of this book.
The Joy of Mourning the Dead.
This is its name.
At the same time, Song Shihui also understood the origin of this book.
It comes from a world that cannot be seen by humans, located in the gap between time and space.
A world made of sounds.
The ultimate destination of all the world, all the music geniuses and vocal masters.
Sgelholbend!
The dimension of sound, the world of music.
And this book, is the master of that dimension, composing the joy of death on the order of his master.
Feel these messages from the notes.
Song Shihui took a deep breath, then he looked at the ancient **** sitting on the sofa.
He has understood that this ancient **** is the master of the master of the voice world.
"I don't know..." Song Shihui tremblingly asked: "This book, what price do I need to take away from you..."
He already understands.
I must buy this book from here.
No matter what the price, it must be bought!
This is not just the rule of the master here, the ancient god.
It is also the requirement of this book in hand.
Of those notes, there is the most direct threat.
If he can’t hold this book...
So, after he left this bookstore, he lost the protection of the bookstore owner.
I will definitely be chased by the sound of the flute I just heard!
The sound of the flute, can you actively chase your soul?
This sounds like an exaggeration.
But, Song Sihui knows that this is true!
If he can continue to break through, reach the next realm, and stand at the critical point between the man and the god.
Then, maybe he can also play a song, the sound of chasing souls!
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"The price?" Lingping laughed as he listened to the guest opposite.
"These petty bourgeois... even talking is so funny..."
He smiled and gently stretched out four fingers.
"Chenghui..."
"Four hundred yuan!"
Undoubtedly, this is a very fair price.
And...
Ling Pingping feels that this customer is someone who can afford the price.
Because...
Look at how people dress up!
The clothes all over the body are equivalent to three words written on the forehead: not bad money!
To be honest, it means peace and kindness!
If you change to an unscrupulous boss, seize the weakness of these petty bourgeoisie, and call a price of one thousand yuan, you might be able to fudge!
But Lingping always pays attention to honesty when doing business.
As a self-proclaimed gentleman, he has always insisted on earning money, but he must earn money with peace of mind.
For him, money is just the spice of life.
With it or without it, it doesn't actually affect his life.
"Four hundred..." Song Shihui took a deep breath.
He learned something from Situ He's hint.
So, he understands that in this bookstore, the bookstore owner’s price is actually quite arbitrary.
But there is one thing-the price he said, in many cases, refers to the soul.
Zhang Hui has tried it personally.
At the price of 70% soul, I took a book from here.
So, he slowly reached into his pocket.
In the ear, the voice of the ancient **** came: "Guest...Are you scanning the code or cash?"
That voice, when Song Shihui heard it, was cold, strange and distorted.
He raised his head and saw the flowing fire, which was spinning.
The color of the flame became pale.
So Song Shihui knew that he wanted to use other things to compensate like Situ He was not allowed.
Because...
Bookstore owner, not allowed!
Also because he is not qualified!
Biting his lip, Song Shihui could only give up the decision to touch the treasure he brought.
He smiled bitterly, took out his cell phone, and said to the other party: "Then scan the code..."
After all, there is a price to pay.
Actually... this is good too!
At least, it can save a valuable expense for the black guard.
At the same time, there can be one more verification direction.
Before coming, Song Shihui was actually ready to use his lifespan or soul to offset the account!
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Ling walked to the counter peacefully and happily. He happily took out the two-dimensional code card from the counter.
"Guest, do you write it by hand? Or?" he asked.
Song Sihui looked at the card that was sent to him.
On this card, two deep vortexes of terror are spinning.
There was a whisper in the ear.
He understands that one of the two whirlpools is a deduction for longevity and the other is a deduction for soul.
In a whisper, he knew that if the lifespan is deducted, I am afraid that his lifespan will be deducted at the moment of payment!
So, he actually only has one choice.
He took a deep breath, turned on the phone, and swept the soul vortex.
There was a beep.
Song Shihui felt that there was something more in his three souls and seven souls.
Soon this feeling disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, he finally knew the reason.
The bookstore owner...
This terrible ancient god, took a fancy to his musical talent.
When he dies, the soul will come to this bookstore.
Become one of the countless invisible musicians in this bookstore who serve him and play a lullaby for him.
His three souls and seven souls were deducted by 90% for this book.
After taking a deep breath, Song Shihui smiled bitterly: "At least, when I'm still alive, I can control my own power!"
"And..."
He understands...
"This is deterrence..."
"It is also a protection!"
In this transaction, it seems that he mortgaged his soul and will become a member of this ancient god's orchestra after death.
Lose all freedom and autonomy.
But on the other hand...
This is actually the wrist of this arrogant ancient god.
Think carefully, Song Sihui will know.
Will such an ancient **** really care about people like him?
At the moment when the contract was concluded, Song Shihui could feel that the number of invisible musicians...uncountable!
Moreover, each one is countless times stronger than him.
So...this contract is not so much used by the ancient **** to enslave him, but rather used to pinch him.
This is telling him--you, it's okay...look at the performance...
On the other hand, this is actually a protection.
It can even be said to be a gift!
It seems incredible.
But as long as you substitute the other person’s thinking mode, you can taste a little bit.
Just like the ancient kings, they expressed their importance to ministers.
They generally will not adopt the methods recorded in the history books: **** and eating.
More often, when emperors win over ministers, they will give names and surnames.
Some emperors of slave society prefer to bestow the honor of ‘my slave’ on a person.
Modern people can’t understand it, and they think it’s a shame.
However, at the time, wanted to be the emperor’s slave, son, and retainer?
The average person really doesn't have this qualification!
And this ancient god, from his standpoint.
Today’s transaction, maybe he still feels his kindness and love.
Look...
I am willing to let you serve me...
Are you still kowtow to thank you?
More than that!
Song Shihui tasted the faint mark in his soul.
He knew that this was his reminder.
Once he didn't do well enough, the ancient god's thoughts would cause his soul to fall apart.
But, it is also his amulet!
With its existence, in a sense, those gods who are inferior to this one do not even have the courage to attack him!
Because, in a sense, to shoot at him is to shoot at this ancient god.
Thinking of this, Song Shihui put away his mobile phone.
After he plans to go back, he will have a chat with Zhang He.
He took the book in his hand and held the cup of tea again.
Song Shihui looked at the ancient god, thought about it, and finally said his request: "Your Excellency, I wonder if you can lend me a flashlight?"
Lingping put away the QR code.
He was very happy. He took out a brand-new flashlight from the drawer without hesitation and handed it to the guest.
Thinking about it, he feels that such a customer should be attracted to try to give him a chance to spend again, or recommend a few friends to spend.
So, from the drawer, he picked up a few imitation half and two dollars that the guest had pledged here last time.
"Guest..." He weighed the coins in his hands and stuffed them into the other's hands: "These gadgets are useless if I keep them. I will give them to you!"
Song Shihui looked at the flashlights that were sent and the coins with powerful psychics.
He swallowed.
He remembered...
There is a coin like this in the black guard.
Just one such coin has enough energy to power the entire city for one day!
Countless psionicists call it the ‘nuclear fusion of metaphysics’.
Today, when the practical application of nuclear fusion technology is nowhere in sight, the psionicists in Black Guards regard this coin as hope for the future.
It's just a pity...
Only one black guard!
We can only test it carefully, and dare not conduct any violent disassembly and research on it!
And now...
He has sent it again...
And there are six!
Add the coin that you already have, and that's seven!
Seven...
A flash of light flashed in Song Shihui's mind.
Seven are just the basic research needs of a certain psionic university bachelor.
Two brute force cracks and analysis of its internal structure.
Two for reference.
Two pieces for comparison.
One is left as a spare.
In other words...
He wants to tell us-your thinking is right!
But... what is his intention for doing this?
Song Shihui feels that his mind is a little messy~IndoMTL.com~ He can't understand, what is the purpose of this ancient god?
He looked at the other person, and the fire in his eyes rose to the mirror.
So, he put the coins away, and then confessed deeply to the other party, thanking him: "Thank you, your Excellency!"
"You're welcome!" He said softly, and then opened the glass door: "Guest...this mist is a bit thick, you go slowly!"
Song Sihui nodded.
He collected the books, took the tea cup, turned on the flashlight, and went out the door.
The light of the flashlight shone in the fog, and the road ahead suddenly became clear, no obstacle!