I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 366: Fu Ji

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A boring day is about to end again.

Ling Ping Ping leaned on the chair, humming a little song, filling in the options with her fingers on the phone screen.

He is fulfilling his civic duty-filling out the annual tax return.

In the Federal Empire, taxpayers are a very strange word.

Because, most citizenship rights are closely related to taxation.

For example, voting rights and proposal rights are not gifted.

The electoral qualifications of the Empire are directly linked to taxation.

If you don’t pay taxes, you don’t have the right to vote and to make proposals.

Nor can take the national exam.

So, in the Federal Empire, taxpayer qualifications are very important.

Even though, many people, especially low-income earners, pay zero tax each year.

However, this tax return must be filled out every year.

Moreover, it must be completed and reported within the legal time limit.

In this way, the various institutions of the empire are willing to help you.

Otherwise, all federal agencies will refuse to serve you.

Because you are not their client.

So, accountants in the Federal Empire are very popular.

People above the middle class need an accountant to help them fill out the annual tax return.

One, financial restructuring, as far as possible within the legal framework, tax relief.

Secondly, avoid some incomes that fail to be legally declared in the manner prescribed by the law, resulting in tax taint and thus affecting the enjoyment of federal services.

However, people like Lingping are not needed.

Because of his tax file, he was directly classified into the third category.

Also ‘other categories’.

He can enjoy a special tax exemption policy with an annual income of 200,000 and below.

Fill out this form, just walk through the scene.

So, he filled it out very quickly, and when he encountered a problem, he just checked the third item.

Fill out the form and put down the phone safely.

The annual civic obligations are fulfilled.

Standing up, he stretched, then looked at the kitten Best who had been lying on his stomach in the corner of the counter. He said, "Sleep!"

Best jumped off the counter and landed at his feet.

Lingping took out its blanket and put it at the door.

The little guy lay down obediently.

Ling turned off the light safely and said to it: "Good night!"

So, on the phone, walked upstairs.

The kitten is lying on the towel, and his owner's shadow is reflected in the amber cat's eyes.

It slowly closed its eyes.

Behind him, the pyramid is reflecting.

Countless prayers and prayers are coming.

The line of faith connects all the cat goddess temples in the Kingdom of Egypt.

Those tall, built temples in the middle of the city.

Pious believers, praying.

The priests recite the scriptures of the goddess.

They want to connect with their gods to get power and blessings from the gods.

But...

The cat goddess does not move.

He doesn't want to intervene anymore.

He is just a pet, and a pet must look like a pet.

Able to take action and lend out his supernatural power, so that Egypt can smooth the civil strife.

It's the limit, and if you interfere, you may be beaten to death by a fist falling from the sky!

Besides...

Now, it is a world of great controversy.

The cat goddess can feel that the concentration of aura recovery continues to rise.

He understands that soon, the ancient gods in this world will become active.

So...

What Egypt should do now is to calm down and lick the wound well.

Don't get involved in things you can't get involved in.

Don't even think about things you can't think of.

A small country with few people must have the consciousness of a small country with few people.

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Lingping took a bath, changed into pajamas, and sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking Kvass.

The empty living room is very quiet.

I don't know why, he is not drowsy now.

On the contrary, very excited.

"What's the matter?"

I don't know why, he has an urge to go out and stroll around.

I don't know how long this impulse has not appeared.

It seems...like...

When I was a kid...I don't know what to do, I like to go out and play.

Climb the wall of the industrial park and sneak into the factory to make trouble.

Or catching frogs under the tree with the neighbor’s children, or catching frogs by the river next to the industrial park.

However, when he grows up a bit and becomes sensible, he doesn't like going out more and more.

A little bigger, the mobile Internet is coming.

Anything can be solved by mobile phones, so I don’t want to go out.

"Hmm..." He finished a bottle of Kvass and stood up: "It's just a matter of course, there's nothing to do... Go out and stroll..."

"Nearby night market..."

"The surrounding malls..."

Speaking, he began to change clothes.

He has always been like this, doing whatever he wants, and he will never twitch.

He changed into clothes and shoes, and then went downstairs.

Meow!

It seemed that after hearing his footsteps, the kitten at the door stood up all at once, and then ran over quickly.

Lingping picked up the little guy without turning on the light, went to the door, took out the key and pulled up the rolling shutter.

Then he opened the door and looked at the secluded streets outside.

Tonight, the moon is sparse, and the moon is frosty white, shining on the city.

The street lights in the streets are on.

The creeper on the wall of the industrial park opposite is clearly visible.

The evening breeze was blowing in the streets, making it a little bit cold.

Lingping hugged his cat, walked out the door, and locked the door.

"Little boy..." Lingping said to his pet: "Let's go on an adventure tonight!"

Meow!

The kitten screamed softly, agreeing very much.

The amber cat's eyes reflect the image of its owner at the moment.

The fog-shrouded head slowly appeared.

Two streams of fire, like stars, penetrate into the eyes.

An ordinary young man with cheap eyes appeared in the cat's eyes.

Ling Ping An has looked to the left hand side, at the end of the street.

He remembered, as if crossing this street and turning left there was a park.

So, holding the cat, he walked over.

It's been a long time since I went to the back mountain of the park at night.

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"General..." Song Shihui was called urgently and awakened from his practice: "He is out!"

Song Shihui immediately opened his eyes and interrupted this practice.

Then directly connect the big screen in your room to the monitoring center.

So he saw a video that was sent.

The ancient god, the door that was already closed, was opened.

In the darkness, two streams of fire slowly appeared under the camera.

The mist shrouded in the indescribable head.

The thin young man appeared under the camera.

He held his pet and appeared under surveillance.

Then...

The head that was filled with fog showed blood and blood, and those two spots of fire turned into stars, condensing a pair of black and white eyes.

He smiled.

It seems to be monitoring.

The smile is meaningful, but indescribable.

Next, he closed the door, turned around, and walked towards the end of the street.

The street lamp reflects him, his shadow is ordinary.

Song Shihui was stunned.

He watched this video repeatedly.

Because this video is the first time to show evidence of the bookstore owner's transformation to the black guard.

Don't underestimate it, the transition from nothing to something at that moment.

Because...

This probably means some kind of trust or acceptance.

It's easy to understand!

For example, there are many circles in the imperial capital.

Insufficient qualifications, not recognized, and money will be rejected.

For the same reason, this ancient **** showed his form transition moment under the camera without any cover.

This is a kind of trust.

It means acceptance and recognition in a sense.

Otherwise...

The existence of this person makes it impossible for outsiders to see any of his secrets.

Even if this secret is actually useless.

But...

"He is going out?" Song Shihui thought: "What does he want to do?"

Especially the meaningful smile.

Song Shihui kept reminiscing about the smile in his mind. He understood that this man was going out at this time.

There must be a purpose.

But what does he intend?

Song Shihui didn't know.

He can only point to Xia Ping who is opposite the communicator: "Start all monitoring methods immediately..."

"I want to know... His whereabouts..."

After thinking about it, he added: "If He doesn't want to, don't force it!"

The standard of unwillingness has already been established.

For example, the camera does not work normally...

Or the monitoring cannot be scrupulous...

This is not allowed.

Even if it is a malfunction, it must be regarded as not allowed.

Because... the black guard must not take risks.

Any risky options must be excluded!

This is wisdom!

Results analyzed by countless think tank staff.

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Ling Ping An, holding his pet, walked through the secluded streets and turned into a road.

This busy road in the past, nowadays, there are no vehicles.

Occasionally, I can see a passing taxi.

Lingping is also used to it.

Since the factory in the industrial park has closed down or moved.

A large number of workers and their families, even with their machines, were packed and carried on a freighter, heading for the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Southern Zhou Dynasty, and Western Song Dynasty.

The manufacturing industry is slowly disappearing from the local area.

The rise of the service industry.

A new economic cycle begins to circulate.

The depression of Chengdong District is doomed!

Continuing forward, passing through two intersections, the shadow of a park built on a mountain appeared.

When I got here, the market became lively.

Because it has entered a traditional night market.

This night market has a hundred years of history!

In the heyday of the industrial park, the most prosperous!

When I was young, Lingping often came here to play.

Because there are not only all kinds of delicious food here.

There are also various fun performances to watch.

A variety of performances and acrobatics from various countries in the world can be seen here.

It's a pity...

Lingping walked in the night market for a while, then shook his head.

Traditional performances have all disappeared.

It reminded him of the poor circus he met last time.

Those who are physically disabled and strong, but still want to rely on themselves, not the state.

He sighed.

"Technological progress is not all good!" he said.

Under the wave of mobile Internet, his bookstore is a victim.

Acrobatics, circus, puppet show, monkey show...

Also a victim.

But...

This is the historical trend!

Unstoppable and irreversible!

Those who follow, those who oppose, die!

Ordinary people like him have no choice but to welcome with open arms.

Out of the night market, he raised his head and looked at the park on the top of the mountain.

So, along the steps of the mountain road, stepped forward.

This park has a history of one hundred years. It was also built for the heavy industry base that year. It is one of the infrastructure facilities for workers' leisure and entertainment.

Similar facilities were once all over the eastern part of the city.

It's a pity...

Now...

Ling Ping An looked at the mottled steps and broken fences around him.

This place has fallen into disrepair.

Fortunately, this park has enough history.

So, even though it is late, there are still many people in the park on the mountain.

Most of them are elderly and children.

Under a street lamp, in the shade of the park and the fountain square, people walk or play.

Ling Ping'an looked at it, and she also had some innocence.

He held his cat and walked in.

Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a crowd gathering under a downhill step on the left hand side.

Many old people gathered around a booth and talked.

Ling Ping An was curiously leaning over, so he saw a man sitting in the stall with a **** body and a red cloth on his head.

A little girl, holding a gong, stood behind him.

She was facing the crowd of onlookers with full accent, and arched her hands like a little adult: "Elders, brothers and sisters..."

"Our father and daughter came from Chu, passing by the precious land..."

"According to the ancestral instruction, please help you and solve problems for the elders!"

"If it works, please pay with one day's housing and meals!"

Ling Ping'an listened, and saw what was placed in front of the strong man.

It was a dustpan, and there seemed to be a thin layer of fine sand in the dustpan.

The man is holding a pen in his hand, his eyes are closed, and he doesn't say a word, only the little girl speaks behind him.

Ling looked peacefully, and suddenly became curious.

As a liberal arts student, he knows things like help.

It is probably a kind of feudal superstition in ancient times.

Somewhat similar to God Fighting.

Just...

From the corner of Lingping's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small bronze statue in front of the man's dustpan.

The bronze statue is written in ancient traditional characters: "The Lady of the Moon, the Lord of the Clouds, and the Goddess of High Media."

There seems to be a string in Lingping's heart that has been plucked.

An article I learned in school suddenly emerged.

"Yu Lan Tang Xi Mu Fang, Hua Cai Yi Xi Ruo Ying..."

Qu Zi’s masterpiece, no liberal arts students don’t read it~IndoMTL.com~So...

"The **** of their support is the monarch in the cloud?"

This is interesting!

Because the general supporters are mostly bodhisattvas, Buddhas, emperors and the like.

An ancient belief like Yun Zhongjun, which is reasonable, shouldn’t it have disappeared now?

"No wonder they are so miserable..." Lingping thought.

Should not feudal superstitions now be dominated by gods that are more familiar to the general public?

Mr. Cloud? Too strange, right?

No wonder the onlookers can only ask questions.

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