I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Xiaoman looked at the few Shuras crawling out of the ruins.

Look at their appearance and feel their spirit.

"How many low-level 'ghost soldiers'?" Xiaoman slowly held his sword.

Shura and the Demon have a very special relationship.

The relationship between the two is similar to that between a mortal and a monk.

A bit similar to caterpillars and butterflies.

However, the relationship between the two is far more complicated than these two examples.

Moreover, due to lack of evidence, it is just a guess.

As the sky falls, Shura and demons swarm into the earthly world.

People have to classify these monsters.

Ghost soldiers are one of the many forms of Shura.

From low-level to high-level, ghost soldiers vary in strength and size.

But the shape is basically the same.

They are all skinny, and all the bones in their bodies are twisted and deformed.

the most important is……

Most of these things are just simple wisdom.

Therefore, they need a higher-level Shura to command them.

This is also the origin of their name - ghost soldiers.

Just pawns and cannon fodder.

Anyway, Shura is immortal.

Once the physical body dies, it dies. At worst, it will crawl back from the void.

Holding the sword in his hand, Xiaoman slowly began to accelerate.

On the sword blade, the soul fire began to rise.

Xuanjun's whisper echoed in her soul: "For those who are planning to live, one might say that one who dies has one, or one might say that one who dies has nothing, one might say that one who dies has both being and nothing, or one might say that one who dies does not exist and does not have nothing..."

In this whisper, Xiaoman has jumped up high.

The sharp sword in his hand stabbed a ghost soldier who was holding a hoe and hit her on the head.

Its deformed bones were twisted in a way that ordinary people could not imagine at that moment.

In an almost anti-human way, he raised his hoe high and hit Xiaoman.

"Meat!" it shouted, "fresh meat!"

Countless amounts of foul-smelling saliva flowed out from the sharp teeth in the mouth.

"Death!" Xiao Man tapped his toes gently, and the sword in his hand stabbed its forehead, piercing its hard skin and going deep between the flesh and the Tianling Cap.

But no blood came out.

After stealing the body of a mortal, the Shuras will basically choose to drain their blood essence!

This makes most Shuras actually somewhat afraid of fire.

Like now!

Xiaoman's sword pierced His head.

The soul fire attached to the blade immediately ignited its skinny flesh.

The flames rose.

The ghost soldiers howled miserably!

Howl in the soul fire!

"ah……"

It started to burn all over!

But it's not the flesh that's burning, it's the soul that's burning!

The Shura soul from the void has been ignited by the soul fire!

Xiaoman kicked it hard on the chest and kicked the ghost soldier away.

At the same time, he pulled out the long sword in his hand and slashed to the side, directly cutting off the arm of a ghost soldier.

A bit of soul fire took the opportunity to get into the body of this ghost soldier.

It's also lit!

"Ah..." the ghost soldier howled miserably.

But Xiaoman didn't care about it. Instead, he used his magic power, exerted force on his feet, and jumped up again. The long sword in his hand slashed in all directions, and several sword lights swept in all directions.

Every sword light has a bit of soul fire!

Following the sword light, the soul fire swept into the bodies of the ghost soldiers.

Set them all on fire at once!

In an instant, seven or eight ghost soldiers were all rolling in front of Xiaoman.

They howled miserably and screamed miserably.

Until, finally, I could no longer howl or move.

The soul fire ignited all their souls.

It also ignited the oil in their misshapen bodies.

The air smelled of burnt barbecue.

Xiaoman is holding the sword.

Start recycling soul fire.

She slowly recited the magic formula in her mouth: "Nothing is heaven, nothing is fate, nothing is God, nothing is not Yuan..."

As she chanted, little bits of soul fire, like fireflies, gathered towards her from the burning bodies of the ghost soldiers.

These small flames slowly penetrated Xiaoman's forehead and merged into the pupils.

With their return, Xiaoman felt that his soul was a little stronger.

This is the terrifying thing about Soul Eater.

Burn others and illuminate yourself.

And seize its essence, take its origin, and use it as my fuel!

If it were Xuanjun's soul fire, with just one sprinkle, it could ignite the entire world and ignite the souls of all living beings.

It is really the first choice for destroying the world, and it must be used for destruction!

Xiaoman is still weak now, but he is just building his foundation.

Her soul can only ignite low-level Shuras like Ghost Soldiers at most.

If she had been stronger, she might have been in a fierce battle.

but……

It doesn't matter!

Qingshan Town may lack other things, but it definitely lacks Shura!

There are at least a thousand or two thousand here!

"Take your time!" Xiaoman said. She jumped up slightly and jumped into the ruins ahead.

…………………………………………

Lingpingan raised his head and looked at the time on the wall.

It's almost eleven o'clock!

"Let's order takeout first!" he said.

So, I picked up my phone and ordered a beef rice bowl.

Then, stand up and make yourself a cup of tea.

Drinking the fragrant tea, Lingpingan turned on the TV.

At this point, there are commercials on TV.

If you change the channel, it's still an advertisement. If you continue to change the channel, it's still an advertisement.

Finally, I switched to a channel without ads.

but……

But it's a soap opera.

Lingpingan sighed and could only turn off the TV.

He leaned back in his chair, held his cell phone in his hands, opened WeChat, and started browsing the news.

I casually scanned the hot search list and found nothing special today.

On Weibo, traffic seems to be slowly becoming active again.

XXX backless dress…

XX caused fans to scream...

XX’s new song exceeded 10 million in half an hour after its release...

Lingpingan looked at it and couldn't help but yawned.

"Today is another ordinary and boring day..." He muttered.

At this time, the phone switched to incoming call mode.

Lingpingan looked at the number and saw it belonged to the old village chief.

He clicked to connect, then put it to his ear: "Uncle Zhang..."

"Young Master..." Uncle Zhang's honest voice came from the other side of the phone: "The things you asked me to help with have been completed..."

"The contract for more than two hundred acres of land has been terminated..."

"Look..."

"Uncle Zhang, please help me find a new partner..." Lingpingan yawned and said, "Just sign the contract for me..."

He didn't want to have to go back again for something like this.

"Okay!" The old village chief on the other side of the phone agreed with a smile.

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Lingpingan hung up the phone with a smile.

Then, he suddenly remembered.

"Why so fast?" He scratched his head.

Isn’t the Luyuan company that contracted his family’s land very powerful?

No, it still matters!

Originally, Lingpingan was ready to litigate with him.

I never imagined that it could be solved so easily.

"Maybe it's because Uncle Zhang is so proud..." Lingpingan thought.

This is the only explanation.

Otherwise, how could the other party give up so easily?

……………………

After hanging up the phone in his hand, the old man who looked honest just now turned around.

He looked at the plaque in front of him.

Nod gently.

As a result, the workers who had been waiting for a long time swarmed forward and removed the plaque.

Then, the man took an ax and chopped the plaque into pieces one by one.

A man with a big belly was not far away, watching all this stupidly.

He covered his face and didn't even dare to raise his head.

I felt even more regretful.

He never thought that it was just that no one was allowed to pick strawberries.

It actually carried such a big somersault.

First, the company changed hands.

Three foundations holding 60% of his company's shares held a meeting to remove him from his seat.

Then all the properties under his name were targeted.

Loans were called and taxes were investigated.

Overnight, the capital chain was broken. In an instant, I had nothing, and I owed a lot of debt to the bank.

Then, this is the scene now.

An old man in cotton-padded clothes drove the workers out of the office with the board's decision.

Then, in front of him, he took down the company's plaque and smashed it piece by piece.

The old man slowly walked up to the man.

"Zhang Daoming..."

"You can't stay in Jiangcheng City..."

"Let's go quickly!"

In the past two hundred years, various families in Jiangcheng City have been secretly operating various industries.

Thanks to the federal empire for giving preferential treatment to extraordinary people.

Whether they are raising funds or starting a business, they always have the upper hand.

After two hundred years of accumulation, the wealth alone is scary enough.

Just take the Zhang family as an example. In the past two hundred years, among the consortiums, banks and companies in Jiangcheng City, which one does not have shares of the Zhang family?

That is to say, due to the ancestral precepts, the Zhang family dispersed this wealth in foundations and never revealed it.

If you are an ordinary person, you may still worry that the foundation has been embezzled.

But, who dares to do such a small trick against the Zhang family?

Therefore, instead of decreasing, the Zhang family's wealth has increased with the advent of the mobile Internet era.

The Zhang family is like this.

The same goes for every other company.

Therefore, for two hundred years, the main family never had to worry about money.

"Let's go!" The old village chief slowly turned around and said to the secretary holding the briefcase: "Book me a plane ticket to Nanyang this afternoon..."

"Yes..." The secretary nodded and bowed: "Mr. Zhang!"

……………………

Riding a small e-mule and looking at the navigation on the phone.

Fujiwara Chika finally found the alley her cousin mentioned.

"Qiyuan Bookstore..." She slowly started looking along the street.

Finally, she saw a sign hanging under the street lights in the alley - Qiyuan Bookstore!

"We're here!" Fujiwara Chika clenched her fists happily.

So, she parked the little electric donkey on the side of the road.

Then, he picked up the heavy food box and walked over.

She walked to the door of the store and looked curiously at the situation inside the store.

A young man in his mid-twenties was sitting at a simple counter in a bookstore, holding a mobile phone in his hand and not knowing what he was reading.

A kitten lying on the counter.

Everything in the bookstore is very simple.

The floor is made of wood, and the posters on the walls are also very simple ones printed by a street copy shop.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like the ‘very special, very special person’ or ‘a very magical bookstore’ mentioned by Michiko Chiba.

She looked at it and knocked gently on the store door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

The young man who was looking at his mobile phone looked up and when he saw her, he immediately laughed.

"Welcome..." he said, "Please come in!"

His voice sounded ordinary.

There is neither magnetism nor momentum.

Instead, he felt a little lazy, as if he hadn't slept well this morning.

However, Chika Fujiwara remembered her cousin's hint.

"No matter how high the mountain is, there will be immortals if there are spirits; no matter how deep the water is, there will be spirits if there are dragons..." She read an ancient article in her heart: "This is a humble house, but I am virtuous!"

In this country, people should not be judged by their appearance.

When Chika Fujiwara was a child, she heard from her grandfather that in the imperial capital of this country, there was an old man who lived in seclusion and made trouble in the mortal world.

Every day I raise chickens and ducks and play with the birds, just like most ordinary old people.

However, even the chief assistant of the central government must perform discipleship rituals in front of him.

Even the emperor must respect him.

So, Chika Fujiwara opened the door, walked forward with the food box in his hand.

"Hello..." She bowed politely: "I am Fujiwara Chika, here to deliver food for Michiko!"

With that said, she struggled to lift the food box in her hand onto the counter.

"Fujiwara-chan!" The other party seemed to look at Fujiwara Chika very seriously, and then laughed: "I heard Chiya-chan told you!"

"Hai!" Fujiwara Chika bowed deeply: "I am Fujiwara Chika, please give me your advice!"

As a Chinese, even a down-and-out Chinese, Fujiwara Chika's etiquette is impeccable.

To a certain extent, her etiquette can even be compared with that of the federal nobles in the imperial capital!

This is also the helplessness of small countries.

Since it is far inferior to Big Brother in terms of economy, military, population or territory.

Then we can only dig into the details.

Every movement, every gesture, even the smile has strict regulations and requirements.

Especially in this foreign country, almost all Fuso people will become extremely serious and serious.

I am afraid that I will lose points in etiquette and be looked down upon.

Even if others don't care, Fuso people will be very serious and serious.

This is the national character of Fuso.

But the other party seemed to have no etiquette at all. He just smiled and said: "Fujiwara-chan, you don't have to be so polite..."

As he spoke, he opened the food box.

Then, he looked at the delicious food in the food box, took it out as if no one else was watching, smelled it, and then praised: "Qianye-chan's craftsmanship is really getting better and better!"

He picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat.

This made Chika Fujiwara a little disappointed.

"Is this the 'very special person' that Michiko said?" She thought: "It doesn't look like it!"

but……

Fujiwara Chika's pupils suddenly dilated.

She looked at a bow sitting in a cupboard behind the bookstore owner.

The Chinese from Fusang swallowed.

"Your Excellency..." She couldn't help but ask: "That bow in your cabinet is?"

The other party raised his head, glanced at Fujiwara Chika, and then laughed: "That bow..."

"A guest, mortgaged with me..."

"Pledge?" Chika Fujiwara took a deep breath and asked, "Why did she mortgage this bow here?"

The other party smiled: "Because the customer bought a book from me and forgot to bring money, so he pledged his bow and promised to redeem it in half a month..."

"Buy a book?" Chika Fujiwara swallowed.

"Really?" He looked at Fujiwara Chika, and the eyes under his eyes suddenly brightened, as dazzling as the sun, as dazzling as the stars: "Do you want a copy, Fujiwara-chan?"

When Chika Fujiwara listened, she felt that the air around her suddenly solidified, and the pores on her skin trembled.

She shook her head quickly: "Thank you, Your Excellency..."

"I don't need it for the time being..."

Does she dare to buy it?

Don't dare!