I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

After doing nothing for an afternoon, Lingping finally remembered that he still had something to do.

So he found a small shovel and climbed to the roof.

Then from the corner of the roof, I shoveled some soil and put it into a plastic pot.

Then he solemnly buried the peach pit left over from last night's meal into the soil.

Finally, he turned around, unzipped it, and spilled a puddle of urine into the basin.

"You have to grow up quickly!" Lingping said to the plastic basin with anticipation.

He was already imagining the scene where this peach pit would grow into a peach tree and bear fruit a few years later.

So, he carefully placed the plastic basin on the foot of the wall under the eaves.

Then he went inside and closed the door.

Then there was the sound of footsteps, which gradually faded away.

At this time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is gradually falling, and the sun is falling on the roof, from the gaps in the tiles, into the plastic pots.

Under the sunlight, a little green shoots can't wait to get out of the soil and begin to enjoy the moisture of the sun.

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Jingle Bell!

The phone rang.

Situ He immediately stepped forward and picked up the phone: "I'm Situ He!"

"Um……"

"The Governor canceled the trip?"

"Is it because of Beizhou?"

"Understood!"

"I know, I will make arrangements, please rest assured!"

Putting down the phone, Situ He's eyes were full of puzzlement.

The latest news came from Bei Zhou.

The 'foot-and-mouth disease' epidemic, which originally left the federal empire's epidemic prevention experts and animal husbandry scientists and the black-clothed guards helpless, suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

A large number of infected livestock were discovered by the staff when they were about to be treated harmlessly, and they actually recovered.

This was also confirmed by dissection and sectioning.

On all the specimens, the strange phenomenon that was so confusing disappeared without a trace.

Then, the epidemic prevention staff of the Northern Zhou Kingdom also discovered that the spread of the epidemic in various parts of the Northern Zhou Dynasty stopped abruptly as if someone had pressed the pause button.

This sudden change is both exciting and worrying.

Because no one knows whether this is the end of everything or the beginning of a new disaster.

For this reason, the cabinet center had to ask the governor to personally fly to Beizhou to sit in town, just in case.

After all, there are more than 200 million federal citizens in the vast territory of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Of course, on the Jiangcheng side, the governor also has arrangements.

Lieutenant General Zhang Hui, Minister of Internal Affairs of the Palace, will take his special plane and come to Guangnan in person to review and review.

About an hour later, his special plane will land at Jiangcheng Airport.

Zhang Hui's arrival made Situ He somewhat relieved.

Among the black-clothed guards, this minister of internal affairs of the palace has always been known for his resourcefulness and good judgment.

He might be able to figure out the origin of the bookstore owner.

Even if it doesn't work, with him around, it can be somewhat buffered.

Thinking of this, Situ He started to prepare the materials.

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thump! thump!

The heart recovers in a slow beat.

The coffin made of crystal slid down.

On the wall, one after another, the old oil lamps were lit one after another.

He opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a bell rang in the deep basement.

After a while, a burst of footsteps came from above.

Men and women in white holy clothes came to the door of the basement nervously.

"Your Excellency..." A little girl, holding the key, opened the door, she looked at the figure standing up from the coffin, and bowed her knees slightly: "Are you awake?"

"yes……"

"I woke up!"

He opened his arms, and a silk robe automatically slipped over him.

Stepping on the bone-cold floor, He walked before the crowd.

Ferocious scarlet eyeballs drilled out from the skin under his face.

Let him shake his body a little painfully, and then barely control the out of control body.

"Don't be afraid!" He looked at the people in front of him whose calves were shaking and laughed: "Don't worry, because of the contract, I won't hurt you!"

"The descendants of Van Helsing!"

Then, He looked at the little girl and asked, "Are you the Duke of Rhine of this generation?"

The little girl nodded.

"Time flies so fast..." He squatted down gently and picked up the little girl.

"Take me to the council of the Holy Alliance!" He said holding the little girl.

"My lord..." An elderly priest bowed deeply and said, "Have you forgotten?"

"The Holy Alliance was forced to dissolve thirty years ago..."

He was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Yes, thirty years ago, the Holy Alliance was forced to dissolve by that person.

As a result, his face became extremely distorted and angry!

"Li Shouyi!" He gritted his teeth and turned red all over.

The others all knelt down, not even daring to lift their heads.

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the back of the world.

It is the so-called inner world.

It is also a place where dreams are deposited.

A huge and strange-shaped sarcoma grows in this place where countless dreams are intertwined.

On the surface of the sarcoma, huge blood vessel-like things were deeply entangled in the depths of the inner world.

Continue to absorb all kinds of substances.

A silkworm cocoon-like thing grew on the top of the sarcoma.

It swells up little by little.

Finally, the cocoon broke open.

A burly figure came out of it.

He looked at the countless dream worlds in front of him.

Putting his hands together, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha, good! Good!"

Then, from the nothingness, he took out one by one jewelry-like things.

His big hand gently smashed, twisting and reshaping the thing.

In the end, it turned into a golden-colored Zen staff.

Then, he took out another golden book.

With a firm grip, the book ignites.

When it burned clean, a bronze bowl appeared in his hand.

From the void, he pulled out pieces of clothing that were shining with various lights, and kneaded them all into a ball.

Finally, a purple cassock was draped over him.

He raised his head, and Bao Xiang solemnly folded his hands again: "Amitabha, a poor monk Fahai, was born in 2821 in the Republican era, shaved at the age of ten, and studied the Fa under Zen Master Jinghui in Fayan Temple..."

"Now that you have achieved something, you should slay demons and demons, and save all sentient beings!"

Only when he speaks.

In his body, countless leech-like things came out frantically.

These things, opening their hideous and terrifying mouthparts, let out a shrill and terrifying cry like a nightmare in the depths of a nightmare.

It made him look weird.

Half holy, half evil.

These two forces are intertwined, and eventually all merge into the body.

So he held a Zen staff, a copper bowl, and a cassock, and walked into a dream.

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