I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingpingan looked at the time on the phone.

Ten thirty in the evening.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the street lamps on the roadside seemed to be flickering because of disrepair for a long time.

The lights flickered on and off.

Deep in the alleys of the street, there are faint whimpers of wild cats.

In the woodland in the distance, there seemed to be owls roaring lowly.

Most of the shops on both sides of the road have been closed.

There are only a few cracks in the door, and a faint light can still be seen.

At the intersection ahead, a rusted road sign was hung on a telephone pole.

It says 'Northern Road' and directions.

Lingpingan scratched his head and looked at the sparse buildings on both sides of the road.

"It turns out that this is the place where ghost weapons are sold..."

The roadside shops are basically shroud shops and paper money shops.

At the intersection, you can still see the traces of piles of paper money burned.

In many places, there are still incense sticks.

After thinking about it carefully, he also understood.

"Probably, this has always been the place where the people of the imperial capital buy and sell funeral supplies..."

"That's why there is a legend about Cross Slope!"

He can understand.

In history, every capital city has a legend of Hades.

Great people live in high houses and are buried in famous mountains.

The most famous one is Beiman Mountain in Luoyang.

It is said that hundreds of emperors and countless celebrities and poets were buried inside.

Therefore, it is normal that the imperial capital also has a Beiman mountain.

that is……

"Why is there no public information here on the Internet?" Lingpingan felt a little puzzled: "Isn't this fueling feudal superstition?!"

However, after thinking about it, Lingpingan shrugged again: "Maybe it was on purpose!"

It's easy to understand.

Any city hopes to attract tourists, and then happy to spend the tourists' bad money.

Of course, the imperial capital is no exception.

Although, as the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, the emperor has no shortage of tourist attractions.

But who would think less money?

And the official system of the Federal Empire attaches great importance to political achievements.

Either the republicans are in power or the Datong faction is in power.

When they choose officials, they give priority to choosing officials with good political achievements.

After all, no one wants to see that they have worked hard and defeated their opponents, only to pick a pig, mess things up, and finally take the blame for themselves.

Basically, in the election campaign, once an unknown hat is put on, it will be difficult to turn over.

At least, there is no way to stand up locally.

Therefore, whether it is the Datong faction or the Republican faction.

They all have dedicated teams that specialize in researching official files at all levels.

After striving to win by yourself, you can elect a capable official to consolidate your advantage.

Therefore, officials of the federal empire are very concerned about their political achievements and reputation.

It is not surprising that some means are used.

Economic development, not shabby!

Thinking of this, Lingpingan walked slowly to an old stone arch bridge.

In front of the stone arch bridge, pull the cordon and block wood.

With the faint moonlight, Lingpingan saw the red warning signs hanging on the barricade: Dangerous bridge ahead, no passage!

He scratched his head and stopped going.

Although, in his eyes, this stone arch bridge should be quite strong.

But he will not have any fluke mentality, and he will not try his own method on the premise of knowing that there is a warning.

This is not only irresponsible to oneself, but also irresponsible to others.

If something goes wrong, you have to call for help.

Maybe, it may also put young policemen and firefighters at risk.

Lingpingan has always felt that his own life is his life, and so are other people's lives.

After all, we are all human beings with parents, relatives, brothers and sisters.

Why let others pay for your rashness and impulsiveness?

Anyway, Lingpingan wouldn't.

Therefore, before blocking the wood, he directly bypassed it.

Since this road is blocked, then find a way to find another place.

If it doesn't work, don't go there.

No matter how fun the haunted house is, he will not risk his own life or the lives of others.

This is not for the faint of heart.

Rather be responsible.

…………………………………

Zhang Hui looked at the monitor.

More than a dozen small military rotor drones hovered at high altitude.

These federal empire's most advanced reconnaissance drones carry the latest cameras with extremely high resolution, and it is said that they can even see the activities of ants on the ground clearly.

And at each intersection, the high-definition surveillance cameras have turned around.

As a result, countless real-time images from different angles were cast on the big screen.

"How did he get here?" Zhang Hui thought.

Cross Slope is considered a top secret of the Federation Empire.

Folk legends and rumors are mostly smoke bombs released by the black guard himself.

The purpose is to prevent curious babies from approaching that area.

So far, the effect is still very good.

The vast majority of citizens will avoid cross slopes.

Occasionally, a few people who wanted to die would be scared to death in the fringe area, and then rescued by the black guards.

These guys then further amplified the legend of Cross Slope.

Up to now, except for a few people who are really not afraid of death and those who like to attract attention, no normal person will approach Shizipo for no reason.

only……

How did this guy come here?

Zhang Hui frowned.

And in the monitoring, the cat holding him was wandering around the edge of the North Road.

He didn't choose to take a shortcut and passed by the stone arch bridge.

why is that?

He who is all-knowing and all-powerful, why did he choose this way?

Zhang Hui didn't know.

"There must be a deep meaning in this!" Zhang Hui thought: "Perhaps, this can reveal some logic of his behavior!"

Therefore, Zhang Hui focused all his attention on the monitoring screen carefully, not letting go of any detail.

At the same time, he pressed a button.

Connected with Li Shouyi who was patrolling the Kunlun Mountains.

Li Shouyi, on the other hand, was always online, waiting for Zhang Hui's contact.

The moment Lingpingan walked out of Luming Mountain Villa, the captain of the Black Clothes Guard had been watching the situation online all the time.

Therefore, Li Shouyi's voice quickly reached Zhang Hui's ears through a special microphone.

"General Zhang... what happened to him?"

While staring at the screen, Zhang Hui briefly explained the situation.

Li Shouyi listened, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Since He is willing to let us see..."

"Then watch!"

Zhang Hui suddenly woke up.

Yes!

He wants you to see it so you can see it.

If he doesn't want to, no matter how advanced the equipment is, it is impossible to see his shadow.

so……

Zhang Hui immediately ruled out several doubts in his mind.

In the end, there was only one thought in his mind.

"He wants to take this opportunity to tell us something?"

This is the only truth.

It is also the only possibility!

That's not the case, how could these drones and cameras capture Him?

Then, Zhang Hui remembered the origin of Shizipo, and his heart jumped up.

"Captain, what do you mean?" He asked cautiously.

But Li Shouyi had quietly disconnected.

……………………

Chu Wen drove his car and parked in the alley at the end of Beibei Road.

He checked the time.

It's ten forty in the evening!

The street lights in the alley flickered on and off.

Zizi...Zizi...

There is the sound of electric current ringing.

In the distance, wild cats were howling in a low voice.

Faintly, there seems to be an owl whimpering in the forest.

It was like the low groan of a ghost who died unjustly, like the wail in hell.

He opened the car door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep drag.

"Damn!" He shook his head, "I hope that guy didn't come!"

"Otherwise it will be troublesome!"

As an extraordinary person, he could feel that the cold aura was slowly gathering towards the cross slope a few kilometers away.

Until twelve o'clock at midnight, even standing in the alley of Beibei Road, you may encounter some unknown evil spirits.

In the extraordinary circle of the imperial capital, there is a legend circulating.

According to legend, there was a lieutenant colonel who entered Shizipo at midnight.

The next day, his body was found in an underground darkroom in Qilipu.

There are no scars on the body surface.

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with terror.

Incomparably weird, incomparably terrifying.

Everyone who saw the death of that person suffered accidents one after another in the following year.

Therefore, even extraordinary people dare not approach the cross slope.

It's so wicked!

Fortunately, there are black-clothed guards, and under the power of the black-clothed guards, even the evil spirits and ghosts on Shizipo have to bow their heads.

Therefore, as long as it is not after midnight, enter the range of the cross slope.

Those things don't hurt people.

At most, it was just encountering some little ghosts who wandered out carelessly.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked out of the alley.

Shiny leather boots, stepping on the ground of the bluestone road.

crunch.

A shroud shop at the entrance of the alley suddenly opened the door.

An old man with a kind face and a cane looked at him with a smile.

Chu Wen hurriedly bowed his head and cupped his hands: "Hello, old man!"

"Young man..." The old man chuckled, "It's so late, you should go back earlier... You can't come here!"

Chu Wen sighed, and cupped his hands: "Old man, I can't help it either!"

"A friend came here, and I was worried that he would have an accident..."

The old man sighed: "Young man, listen to my advice and take care of yourself!"

Listening to the old man's words, Chu Wen also sighed helplessly: "Why don't I know?"

"But there is no way!"

The old man didn't answer him again.

Chu Wen raised his head.

In front of him, there is no old man, and there is no shroud shop.

There are only pieces of paper money blowing in the wind and a few white obituary notices.

He grabbed an obituary that floated in front of him, looked down, and saw a posthumous photo of an old man appearing on it.

The old man in the black and white photo is well dressed and has a bright smile.

Under the obituary, there is the text "Unfilial male/female ***, etc. have nothing to do with service, and the disaster extends to the family Yan *** Boss, the boss was born on July ** in 2760 in the Republic Era, and died in the winter and September of 2841 in the Republic Era* *Day, ninety-nine out of seventy years of life, according to the last order..."

Chu Wen suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and boundless terror rose from the bottom of his heart.

"I just... met a ghost?"

Even the ghosts persuaded him to go back.

so……

"Shall I go back?" He hesitated.