I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingping looked at the time on the phone.

It's ten thirty in the evening.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the street lights on the roadside seemed to be flickering because of disrepair.

The lights flickered.

Deep in the alley of the street, vaguely, there was the whimper of wild cats.

In the distant woodland, there seemed to be owls roaring low.

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

Only a few cracks in the door can still see a slight light.

At the front intersection, a rusty street sign hung on a telephone pole.

It says ‘Northern Road’ and there are directions.

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

"It turns out that this is a place to sell phantom tools..."

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

At the intersection, you can see piles of burnt paper money.

In many places, there are still incense sticks.

Thinking about it carefully, he also understood.

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

"It's also because of this, that's why there is the legend of Cross Slope!"

He can understand.

In history, every capital city has a legend of the underworld.

The big men lived in high houses and buried famous mountains.

The most famous is Beiman Mountain in Luoyang.

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

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

Just...

"Why is there no public information on this website?" Lingping felt a little puzzled: "Isn't this fostering feudal superstition?!"

However, Lingping changed his mind and shrugged again: "Maybe it was deliberate!"

This is easy to understand.

Any city hopes to attract tourists, and then happily meet the tourists' bad money.

The Imperial Capital is of course no exception.

Although, as the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, the emperor does not lack tourist attractions.

But who would think that there is little money?

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

Whether it is the Republicans in power, or the Great Harmony in power.

When they choose officials, they all give priority to officials with good political performance.

After all, no one wants to see that he has worked so hard and defeated his opponent, but in the end he chose a pig, messed up the matter, and finally took the blame.

Basically, in the election battle, once a hat with unknown people is buckled, it is 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.

There are dedicated teams dedicated to studying the archives of officials at all levels.

After striving to win, you can choose a competent official to consolidate your advantage.

Therefore, officials of the Federal Empire care very much about their political achievements and style.

With some means, it is not surprising.

Economic development, not shabby!

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

In front of the stone arch bridge, the cordon and blocking wood were pulled.

With the faint moonlight, Lingping saw the red warning signs hung on the blocking wood: The dangerous bridge ahead, no traffic!

He scratched his head and stopped moving forward.

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

But he won't have any chances, let alone try the law when he knows that there are warnings.

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

If something goes wrong, someone has to be rescued.

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

Lingping has always felt that his own fate is fate, and the fate of others is also fate.

After all, everyone is human, with parents, brothers and sisters.

Why should others pay for their own recklessness and impulse?

Anyway, Lingping will not.

Therefore, before blocking the wood, he directly bypassed.

Since the road is not open, find a way to find another place.

If it doesn't work, it won't pass.

No matter how fun the Haunted Mansion is, he will not risk his own life and the lives of others.

This is not timid.

But responsible.

………………………………

Zhang Hui looked at the surveillance.

More than a dozen small military rotary-wing 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.

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

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

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

Cross Slope is considered the top secret of the Federal Empire.

Folklore and rumors are mostly smoke bombs released by the black guard.

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 the cross slope.

Occasionally, a few people who died will be scared to death in the marginal area, and then rescued by the black guard.

Then these people further magnified the legend of Cross Slope.

By now, except for a few who are really not afraid of death and those who like eyeballs, no normal person will approach the cross **** for no reason.

just……

Why is this guy here?

Zhang Hui frowned.

While under surveillance, the cat holding him wandered on the edge of the northern road.

He did not choose to take a shortcut and cross over the stone arch bridge.

Why is that?

Why did the omniscient and omnipotent choose this?

Zhang Hui didn't know.

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

Therefore, Zhang Hui concentrated all his attention and carefully examined the monitoring screen, not missing any detail.

At the same time, he also pressed a button.

Line up with Li Shouyi who is patrolling in Kunlun Mountains.

And Li Shouyi has been online, waiting for Zhang Hui's contact.

At the moment when Ling Ping walked out of Luming Villa, the captain of the black-clothed guard was always on-line to follow the situation.

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

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

Zhang Hui stared at the screen while briefly explaining the situation.

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

"Then watch it!"

Zhang Hui suddenly woke up.

Yes!

He wants you to see, you can see.

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

and so……

Zhang Hui immediately ruled out several questions he had guessed 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!

Wrong, how can these drones and cameras capture him?

As a result, Zhang Hui remembered the origin of Cross Slope, and his heart thumped.

"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 the North Road.

He checked the time.

It's ten forty in the evening!

The street lights in the alley flashed and went out.

Zi Zi... Zi Zi...

There is a sound of electricity.

In the distance, the wild cat was howling low and screaming.

Vaguely, there seemed to be an owl whimpering in the forest.

The whisper of a ghost who had died unjustly, like a wailing in hell.

He opened the door of the car, took a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a hard breath.

"Mother!" He shook his head: "I hope that guy doesn't come!"

"Otherwise it will be in trouble!"

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

By twelve o'clock at midnight, even standing in the alley of this northern road, you may encounter some unknown evil.

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

Legend has it that there was a lieutenant colonel who entered the cross **** 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 full of panic.

Very strange and terrifying.

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

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

Too bad!

Fortunately, there was a guard in black, and under the power of guard in black, even the evil spirits and ghosts of Cross Slope had to bow their heads.

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

Those things won't hurt people.

At most, I just met some little ghosts who accidentally swayed out.

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

Bright leather boots stepped 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 eyebrow and a cane, smiling at him.

Chu Wen quickly bowed his head and arched his hands: "Good old man!"

"Young man..." The old man chuckled: "It's so late, you can go back earlier... This is not something you can come here!"

Chu Wen sighed and said, "Old man, I can't help it!"

"A friend came here, I am worried that he will 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 sighed helplessly: "Why don't I know it?"

"But there is no way!"

The old man did not answer his words again.

Chu Wen raised his head.

There was no old man in front of him, and no shroud shop.

There were only pieces of paper money flying in the wind and a few white obituaries~www.ltnovel.com~ He grabbed an obituary that floated in front of him, looked down, and saw a photo of the old man appeared on it.

The old man in the black-and-white photo is dressed well and smiles brilliantly.

Under the obituary, there is the text "Unfilial men and women*, etc., serving as unsuccessful men and women, and damaging the family. The old man was born on July, 2760, and died on September, the winter of 2841, with a life of seventy to nine. By decree..."

Chu Wendun felt his scalp numb, and boundless terror rose from the bottom of his heart.

"I just... met a ghost?"

Even the ghost persuaded him to go back.

and so……

"I'm going back?" He hesitated.

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