I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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

　　 The requirements of the target are recorded on the books.

　　 Article 1: Require accountability of related parties.

　　 Article 2: The parties concerned 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 of the Palace, he is very familiar with the format of these requirements.

　　 Ultimatum!

　　 This is an ultimatum!

　　 subtext, no doubt.

Investigate the responsibility of the parties concerned (if you can’t do so, I will do so), the parties must give an explanation (if you can’t, I’ll give them!), you must ensure that similar things do not happen again (if it happens again, I can’t guarantee whether What accident happened!).

　　 Except for no deadline, this is almost the original text of an ultimatum issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Federal Empire to a foreign country.

　　 Generally speaking, once this ultimatum is issued.

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

　　The huge army, navy and air force is assembled.

　　 All orbital guns on the space synchronization orbit enter the wake-up charging mode.

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

　　 If the opponent cannot give a satisfactory answer within the specified time, the war will be unstoppable.

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

　　 But this diplomatic format is still easy for everyone to see.

and so……

　　 Zhang Hui swallowed.

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

　　 On the ceiling, under the floor, in the cracks in the wall, on the bookshelf.

　　 A horrible and weird thing crawls under that foot.

　　 He sits on the emptiness and sacred throne, overlooking the world.

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

　　 The fire in his eyes has burst out, wrapping this innocent planet.

　　 "Survival or destruction?!"

　　 "Please choose!"

　　 The answer once I get is no.

　　 Countless monsters came out.

　　 The whole world is falling apart.

　　 No inch of land can be spared.

　　No creature can escape either.

　　 This is almost a certain future.

　　 Zhang Hui knew it very well, because he had faced the terrifying mist den.

　　 also witnessed his mighty power with his own eyes.

　　 Two sentences... and two sentences that have gone through layers of protection and filtering, which made him almost impossible to recover.

　　 With a swipe of the phone, he ordered his soul.

　　 That is an unheard of ability.

　　 is also an unimaginable force.

　　 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 black guard.

　　 So, his seemingly burly body, sitting on a chair, but fidgeting.

　　 "Does he have any other requirements?" Zhang Hui tried to make her tone as peaceful as possible.

　　 "Report your Excellency!" The police officer saluted the report immediately: "The son, after hearing that the suspect is dead, calmly told me: Since he has paid the price, then I will no longer hold him accountable!"

　　 "Huh?" Zhang Hui's brow furrowed into the word Sichuan.

"It didn't take long after I left..." the police officer immediately added: "I received a call from the son, and the son said, please ask me to apologize anonymously to the deceased's parents, wife and children, and donate 4,440 anonymously. Sihuayuan..."

　　 "Four thousand four hundred and forty-four Chinese yuan?" Zhang Hui's heart jumped unconvincingly, his calves trembling because of this number.

　　 Because he recalled the forensic statement in his mind: It has been determined that the frequency of these psychic disturbances is related to a certain curse...

　　Perhaps, its blood, heirs and ancestors may have been cursed.

　　 Although I don’t know the type of curse...

　　 But for sure, they will die miserably!

　　 So... That person still said these things when he knew the werewolf's end, did he mean something else?

　　4444? Stubbornly?

　　 Or it can be understood as: My patience is limited.

　　 Have you seen those wolf cubs?

　　 Do you want to be like them?

　　 If you think, don’t listen to me.

　　 Zhang Hui finally had no more hesitation.

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

　　 The other party saluted Zhang Hui, then turned and left.

　　 Zhang Hui watched him leave.

　　 Then he picked up a red phone on the table and dialed it.

　　 "I am Zhang Hui!" He said, "Take the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

　　 After a while, the voice of the Liaison Officer of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came across the phone.

　　 Zhang Hui gave his order coldly.

　　……………………………………

　　 Ling closed the store door before nine o'clock in safety.

　　 The main reason is that he was worried, and the murder was committed and the influence was not good.

　　 In case the neighbors in the neighborhood know about it, it is more likely to affect the bookstore’s valuation.

　　 Although he said, he didn't plan to sell.

but……

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

　　 It's cool just to look at it.

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

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

　　 locked the rolling shutter, Ling Ping sighed: "Fortunately it is evening...no one..."

　　 "Fortunately, Mr. Officer came quickly, and went quickly!"

　　 "Otherwise, the neighbors will probably know that I killed someone..."

　　 "Hurry up and clean it up!" He said, "Otherwise, it will leave blood stains or something~www.ltnovel.com~ If there is a customer coming tomorrow, wouldn't it be bad?!"

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

　　 Anyway, the police officers have already left.

　　 At the scene, they did not explain to protect.

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

　　 The ground is very clean.

　　 Not to mention blood stains, there are no traces at all.

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

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

　　 "Did the police officer help me clean up?" He questioned.

　　 can only have this explanation.

　　Think about it carefully, and only those professionals can completely clean up blood stains.

　　 So, the young bookstore owner, happily like an eight-year-old kid.

　　………………………………

　　 The hinterland of Qin and Lu.

　　 In a hidden deep mountain, an old castle stands in the canyon.

　　 At this time, it was late at night.

　　 The hall of the castle is pitch black and extremely quiet.

　　 There is only one oil lamp, burning on the chairs.

　　 There are 13 chairs in total.

　　 is ring-shaped, distributed in this vast hall.

　　 But there is an oil lamp on a chair, but I don’t know what it is, it has gone out.

　　The oil lamps fell to the ground and shattered.

　　 A crow flew in from the window of the castle.

　　 It patrolled the entire hall.

　　 Suddenly, what it saw.

　　 immediately screamed: "The fate lamp is off! The fate lamp is off!"

　　 So, the entire castle came to life.