I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Zhang Hui looked at a small notebook placed in front of him.

In the book, the requirements of the target are recorded.

Article 1: Require the relevant parties to be held accountable.

Article 2: Relevant parties must give an explanation.

Article 3: It must be ensured that similar things do not happen again.

Zhang Hui swallowed.

As the Minister of Internal Affairs, he was all too familiar with the format of these requests.

Ultimatum!

This is an ultimatum!

Subtext, no doubt.

The relevant parties should be held accountable (if you can't be held accountable, I'll hold them accountable), the relevant parties must give an account (if they can't, I'll give it!), and must ensure that similar things do not happen again (if it happens again, I can't guarantee whether it will happen or not. What happened!).

Except that there is no deadline, this is almost the original text of an ultimatum issued by the Federal Foreign Office to a foreign country.

Typically, such an ultimatum is issued once it has been sent.

It is equivalent to the Federal Empire entering the wartime mobilization system.

The huge army, navy and air force assembled.

All railguns in space-synchronized orbit go into wake-up charge mode.

All strategic weapons of the strategic force enter the firing state.

If the other side cannot give a satisfactory answer within the stipulated time, the war will be unstoppable.

Although, the Federal Empire has not issued such an ultimatum for almost two hundred years.

However, this diplomatic format is still easily discernible by everyone.

so……

Zhang Hui swallowed.

His eyes seemed to see the monsters in the mist, gathering under the orders of their masters.

On the ceiling, under the floor, in the crevice of the wall, on the bookshelf.

A terrifying and strange thing crawls under that person's feet.

He sits on a void and divine throne, overlooking the world.

Between his fingers, he held the fragile and innocent planet.

The flames in his eyes have burst out, wrapping this innocent planet.

"Survival or destruction?!"

"Please choose!"

Once the answer is no.

Countless monsters came out of their nests.

The whole world fell apart.

Not an inch of land is spared.

Not a single creature can escape.

This is almost certainly the future.

Zhang Hui is very clear, because he has faced the terrifying fog lair.

He has also witnessed his mighty power with his own eyes.

Two sentences...and two sentences that have gone through layers of protection and filtering, and he almost lost his life.

With a swipe of the phone, his soul was booked.

That's an unheard of capability.

It is also an unimaginable power.

He raised his head and looked at the police officer in front of him.

This police officer is just an ordinary person, but he knows something about the affairs of the black guard.

Therefore, his seemingly burly body, sitting on a chair, is restless.

"Does he have any other requirements?" Zhang Hui tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"Report, Your Excellency!" The police officer immediately saluted and reported: "That son, after hearing that the suspect had died, he told me calmly: Since he has already paid the price, then I will no longer hold him accountable!"

"Huh?" Zhang Hui's brows furrowed into words.

"Not long after I left..." The police officer immediately added: "I received a call from the son, the son said, please let me apologize anonymously to the parents, wife and children of the deceased, and donate 4,440 anonymously. Four Huayuan..."

"Four thousand, four hundred and forty-four Huayuan?" Zhang Hui's heart skipped a beat, and his calf trembled because of this number.

Because he recalled the forensic statement in his mind: it has been determined that the frequency of these psionic disturbances is related to some kind of curse...

Perhaps, its blood descendants and ancestors may be cursed.

Although I don't know the type of this curse...

But for sure, they will die miserably!

So... that person who still said these words when he knew the fate of the werewolf, did he mean something else?

4444? Die to die?

Or it can also be understood as: my patience is limited.

See those wolves?

Want to be like them?

If you want, don't listen to me.

Zhang Hui finally no longer hesitated.

He said to the burly police officer: "Thank you for your hard work! Please go down!"

The other party saluted Zhang Huijing, then turned away.

Zhang Hui watched him leave.

Then pick up a red phone on the table and dial it.

"I'm Zhang Hui!" He said, "Go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

After a while, the voice of the Liaison Commissioner of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came from the other side of the phone.

Zhang Hui gave his order coldly.

………………………………

Lingping closed the store ahead of time before nine o'clock.

Mainly because he was worried that a murder case would have a bad impact.

If it is known by the neighbors, it is more likely to affect the valuation of the bookstore.

Although, he did not intend to sell.

but……

The value of real estate is the same as the number in the bank cards of the rich.

Just looking at it is cool.

At least, if the valuation is there, Lingping will be able to classify himself into the middle class with peace of mind.

Instead of relying on federal imperial subsidies to eat rice bugs waiting to die.

After locking the rolling gate, Ling Ping Ping sighed: "Fortunately it's evening... no one..."

"Fortunately, the police officer came quickly and walked quickly!"

"Otherwise, my neighbors will probably know that I murdered..."

"Clean it up quickly!" He said, "Otherwise, if there are blood stains or something, if a customer comes to the door tomorrow, wouldn't it be bad?!"

So, he was going to find a mop and detergent to clean the blood stains on the ground.

Anyway, the officers are gone.

They didn't even tell them to protect them.

However, when he walked to the counter, he was stunned.

Very clean on the ground.

Not to mention blood stains, no traces at all.

"Huh?" Lingping scratched his head, and he began to recall the evening.

He remembered very clearly that the Gentile shed a lot of blood.

"Could it be that the police officer helped me clean up?" he questioned.

There can only be this explanation.

Thinking about it carefully, only those professionals can completely clean up the blood stains.

So, the young bookstore owner was as happy as an eight-year-old child.

…………………………

Qin Lu hinterland.

In the depths of a hidden mountain, an ancient castle stands in the canyon.

At this time, it was late at night.

The hall of the castle was dark and extremely quiet.

There was only one oil lamp burning on the chairs.

Thirteen chairs in all.

In the shape of a ring, it is distributed in this vast hall.

But the oil lamp on one of the chairs, for some reason, has gone out.

The oil lamps fell to the ground and shattered.

A crow flew in from the castle window.

It circles the entire hall.

Suddenly, it saw something.

Immediately screamed: "The lamp of life is out! The lamp of life is out!"

So, the whole castle woke up.

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