I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 349 - Petty Bourgeoisie

Chapter 349: Petty Bourgeoisie

Walking in this fog, Song Shihui resolutely moved forward.

Only by moving forward would he be able to survive.

Everything else was a dead end!

He was very sensitive to sound, including infrasonic and ultrasonic waves!

At this moment, this quiet fog, in Song Shihui’s ears, was actually a place filled with the howls of countless monsters, and the air was infused with the whispers of sound waves from various frequencies.

Only in front of him, at the source of the light.

All the whispers and howls returned to silence.

It was incomparably quiet and peaceful.

But, Song Shihui understood that this was probably just an illusion.

…

Ling Ping’an leaned back on his chair and looked at the few pictures that his aunt had just sent him.

The sea, the seabirds, the cruise ship..

In the distant waves, the humpback whale’s huge figure could be vaguely seen.

“It’s so beautiful…” Looking at the huge whale in the sea, Ling Ping’an praised.

He had liked whales since he was young, Rollie…

Although he had never seen them before, he still liked them!

Unfortunately…

This kind of love was not enough for him to leave his comfortable home and run to the sea.

It was even more impossible for him to foolishly cross the ocean and go to the northern and southern Zhou.

It was too troublesome!

Thus, he typed on his phone: Aunty, next time you find a whale, remember to take a full picture!

It would be good if there were pictures.

There was no need to go so far to observe the whale!

Ling Ping’an put down his phone and turned his head to look. He did not know when the streets had started to fog again.

The hazy fog looked a little scary through the glass door.

It felt like a scene from a horror movie.

“Ugh…” He scratched his head and complained, “The weather in Jiangcheng City…”

“In my opinion, if this continues, Jiangcheng city might as well be called Fog!”

After complaining, he stood up and was about to close the door.

When he reached the door and pulled it open, Ling Ping’an heard footsteps coming from outside.

He stopped closing the door and looked over.

He noticed a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and an old-fashioned top hat walking out of the thick fog.

…

After passing through the fog, Song Shihui arrived at the place where the lights were flickering.

Just as Situ He had described, the fog around the source of light suddenly became much thinner.

This meant that he had entered the owner’s territory.

His true territory.

It was also the so-called domain.

Domain was a concept born after the recovery of spirit aura and the awakening of the first ancient god.

It was a product of the distortion of the divine power of a god.

In the domain, the awakened God was almost omnipotent.

The domain was considered the core territory of a god too. Without permission, entering it without permission was dangerous.

For this reason, song Shihui couldn’t help but stop.

He looked at the bookstore in front of him.

An orange light was reflected from an ordinary glass door.

The light flickered, and a shadow appeared behind the door. It held the door with its hand as though it was about to close it.

Looking at the shadow, Song Shihui felt that the notes that had been suppressing his body were beginning to show signs of slackening.

That was indeed a surprise!

Fortunately, he had done his homework before he came. He knew that the owner of the bookstore had already known that he would arrive at this moment. And now, he had just appeared at the door, and was about to close the door.

Song Shihui instantly understood the other party’s intention.

This was a warning to him: I actually don’t really want to meet an ant like you..

It was also a display of his own strength: see, I just let you see my shadow, and you’ll be doomed forever… if you offend me… hehehe..

However, his hand just happened to be placed on the rolling gate when he arrived.

So, Song Shihui sighed.

The think tank’s description was indeed correct.

This was a proud ancient god!

His pride was reflected in every aspect.

Sighing lightly, Song Shihui immediately cupped his hands and said, “Shop owner, is it still open?”

The person behind the door opened the glass door.

A head covered in fog appeared in front of his eyes.

In the fog, two flames lit up in the eye sockets. Under the thin lenses, they rose up like stars.

Under the head was an extremely thin body.

He was wearing very common clothes and a pair of cloth slippers. It looked like he had just bought them, and the labels on the shoes had not been cut off.

An easy-going voice came from the fog, “Guest… I was just about to close the door…”

“Please come in!” he said.

Song Shihui’s eyelids twitched.

Just about to close the door?

As expected, countless evidence had proved his omniscience.

This was not only known by the Blackguard, but also by himself.

Therefore, this was a typical manipulation.

It was a typical arrogant attitude!

Song Shihui could naturally understand the meaning behind his words.

It was nothing more than: Don’t misunderstand, I’m not targeting you…

And the following sentence, ‘please come in’, exposed this mentality clearly: I did it on purpose!

Thinking of this, Song Shihui quickly said, “Thank you, sir!”

Of course, he had to thank him!

Not only did he have to thank him, but he also had to have a proper attitude!

Otherwise, he would probably start to be eccentric.

He might even chase him out!

Fortunately, Song Shihui had been in the Southern Zhou all these years and was used to seeing all kinds of people.

Therefore, he did not care about these things.

He thickened his skin and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Song Shihui noticed that this bookstore was not ordinary.

The first thing was the interior of the bookstore. Almost all the furnishings were arranged in a way that was even more precise and neat than the golden section.

Even every tile and wooden board on the floor was the same!

At the very front, a deep and silent abyss was slowly rotating.

There was a pitch-black liquid that was slowly flowing along with the rotation.

In the depths of the abyss, inside the void, darkness, and lightless abyss.

Countless scarlet-red evil eye consciously opened and closed according to a certain pattern.

With just a glance, Song Shihui no longer dared to look at it.

He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked at the owner of the bookstore in front of him, the ancient god.

When he looked at the two flames in his eye sockets, Song Shihui immediately cupped his hands. “Sir, your bookstore is really exquisite…”

“Did you set up this place?”

This was both to flatter and to get more information.

In Song Shihui’s opinion, this proud ancient God would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to show off!

…

Ling Ping’an listened to the customer’s words. He didn’t quite understand.

“Is it exquisite?” As he thought, he looked at his bookstore. He didn’t feel that there was anything exquisite about it. It was just a little cleaner and tidier.

“So… this business bragging?”

He smiled and said, “It’s just a casual arrangement, not worth mentioning…”

With a grin, he sized up this customer.

The windbreaker this customer was wearing was very unique. It seemed to be made by hand?

That was because Ling Ping’an saw many threads and obvious needle and thread traces.

One had to know that anti-industry was popular nowadays!

Everything was expensive by hand.

For example, if the same piece of cloth was hand-woven, the price would be several times more expensive than machine-made cloth.

And obviously, industrial products were actually more beautiful, sturdier, and more advanced.

But many people just liked it and were willing to spend money to chase after it.

Such people were indeed petty capitalists, who were the targets of the eyes of capital.

Because they were the perfect example of consumerism!

Thinking of this, the smile on Ling Ping’an’s face could no longer be concealed.

“Guest…” He immediately became enthusiastic. “Please sit…”

As he said this, he picked up the Teacup, ran to the drawer of the counter, took out some tea leaves, and walked to the water dispenser.

Song Shihui looked at this ancient God’s sudden change in attitude.

He thought to himself, “As expected… as expected…”

Proud people liked it the most when others went along with them.

It was best to praise them without batting an eyelid.

This was what they enjoyed the most.

Even the three emperors who founded the federal empire, the most open-minded emperor since ancient times, were the same.

Therefore, he understood that the other party was using such a move to hint to him and the entire blackguard: you must listen to me! Listening to me has its benefits!

This caused Song Shihui to be unable to help but recall the ‘Hua Yuan warrior’ plan that his think tank had drawn up.

Unfortunately, he thought about it and knew that that plan wasn’t reliable!

Because…

This person wasn’t only arrogant, but also temperamental, turning hostile and refusing to acknowledge him!

If he wasn’t careful, he would flatter the horse, and it would be difficult to deal with him.

The Blackguard did not pursue a momentary advantage, for he wanted stability in the long run.

Therefore, even if the plan of the Hua Yuan Warrior had great benefits, the Blackguard would definitely not accept it.

While he was thinking this, the ancient God had already brought over a cup of tea. “Guest, please have some tea…”

Song Shihui looked at the Cup of tea that was brought over.

The golden tea was bubbling.

The dense psionic power made him unable to help but become excited.

He understood that just this cup of tea could probably reduce his bitter cultivation by three years!

“Thank you!”He hurriedly thanked.

Ling Ping’an took the opportunity to carefully examine the leek that was delivered to his door.

He looked to be about forty-four or forty-five.

He was clean and tidy from top to bottom.

There seemed to be something in the pocket of his windbreaker.

Ling Ping’an recognized it after taking a closer look.

It was a musical instrument.

Qing!

“It really is a petty bourgeoisie!” Ling Ping’an confirmed his thoughts.

Qing was a very old musical instrument.

There weren’t many people who could afford to play it now. If they could play it well, then there would be even fewer people who could play it exquisitely..

It seemed that these people were all distinguished guests of various music universities.

Moreover, any one of them was a master!

So, Ling Ping’an guessed that this was probably a rich man who had money in his pocket and started to chase after different things.

He should be a new internet tycoon or an executive in the financial field!

Only such a person would have the leisure time and resources to play with such hobbies.

How could the common people have the patience and money to play with such hobbies?

Thinking of this, Ling Ping’an’s heart burned with passion!