Walking in this fog, Song Shihui moved forward firmly.
Because only by moving forward was the way out.
Everything else was a dead end!
He was very sensitive to sound.
Including infrasound and ultrasound!
At this moment, in this quiet fog, in Song Shihui\'s ears, it was actually filled with the howls of countless monsters. The air was filled with the whispers of sound waves from all wavelengths.
Only in front of him, the source of the light.
All the whispers and howls returned to silence.
It was incomparably quiet and peaceful.
But...
Song Shihui looked there. He understood that this might just be an illusion.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an leaned back in his chair and looked at the few pictures that his aunt had just sent him.
The sea, seabirds, cruise ships...
In the distant waves, he could vaguely see the huge figure of a humpback whale.
"How beautiful..." Ling Ping\ 'an praised as he looked at the giant whale in the sea.
He had liked whales and gungun since he was young...
Although he had never seen them before, he just liked them!
Unfortunately...
This kind of liking was not enough for him to leave this comfortable home and run to the sea.
It was even more impossible for him to foolishly cross the ocean to the Beizhou and Nanzhou.
It was too troublesome!
Therefore, he typed on his phone, "Aunt... the next time you find a whale, remember to take a complete picture!
It was good enough that there were pictures.
There was no need to go so far to watch whales!
Putting down his phone, Ling Ping\ 'an turned his head and found that the street was foggy again.
The hazy fog looked a little creepy through the glass door.
It felt a little like a scene from a horror movie.
"Oh..." 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 City!"
After complaining, he stood up and planned to close the door.
He walked to the door and just as he pulled the shutter door, Ling Ping\ 'an heard footsteps coming from outside.
He stopped closing the door and looked over.
He saw a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and an old-fashioned top hat walking out of the thick fog.
… …
Through the fog, Song Shihui walked to the place where the light was flickering.
Just as Situ He had described, the fog suddenly became much thinner near the light source.
This meant that he had already entered the territory of the owner of the bookstore.
His real territory.
This was the so-called 'domain'.
Domain was a concept that was born with the awakening of the first Ancient God after the revival of spirit qi.
It was the product of the distortion of the divine power of the gods.
Within the domain, the awakened God was almost omnipotent.
A domain was also seen as the core territory of a God, and there would be unpredictable dangers if one entered without permission.
Therefore, Song Shihui could not help but stop in his tracks.
He looked at the bookstore before him.
The orange light was reflected from an ordinary glass door.
The light flickered, and a shadow appeared behind the door. Its hand was on the door, as if it was about to close it.
Looking at that shadow, Song Shihui sensed that the musical note that had been suppressing him was beginning to show signs of dissipating.
This caused him to be extremely shocked!
Fortunately, he had done his homework before coming. He knew that the owner of the bookstore already knew that he would arrive at this moment. And now, he happened to appear at the door and was about to close the door.
Song Shihui immediately understood the other party's intentions.
This was a warning to him: I actually don't want to meet an ant like you …
It was also a display of his own strength: Do you see that? I just let you see my shadow, and you will be doomed eternally... If you offend me... Hehehe …
However, his hand just happened to be placed on the shutter door when he arrived.
So …
Song Shihui sighed.
The description of the think tanks was indeed correct.
This was a proud ancient God!
His pride was reflected in every aspect.
Sighing softly, Song Shihui immediately cupped his hands and said, "Shopkeeper, is it still open?"
He heard the person behind the door pull open the glass door.
A head shrouded in fog appeared in front of him.
In the fog, two sparks of fire quietly lit up in his eye sockets. Under the thin and cheap lenses, they rose up like stars.
And under the head was an extremely thin body.
He was wearing very ordinary clothes and a pair of cloth slippers. They looked new, and the labels on the shoes had not been cut off.
An easy-going voice came from the fog, "Customer... I was just about to close the door..."
"Please come in!" He said.
Song Shihui\'s eyelids twitched when he heard this.
Just about to close the door?
As expected... Tsundere!
Countless evidence had proven his omniscience and omnipotence.
This was not only known by the Blackguard, but also by him.
Therefore, this was a typical pinch.
It was even more typical of a tsundere!
Song Shihui naturally understood the meaning behind his words.
It was nothing more than: Don\'t misunderstand, I\'m not targeting you …
And the words\ 'Please come in\' exposed this mentality: I did it on purpose!
Thinking of this, Song Shihui hurriedly said, "Thank you, Your Excellency!"
Of course he had to thank him!
Not only did he have to thank him, but he also had to have the right attitude!
Otherwise …
He would probably start to be sarcastic.
He might even chase him out!
Fortunately, Song Shihui had been in Nanzhou all these years and was used to seeing all kinds of people.
Therefore, he didn\'t care about these things.
Thus, he thickened his skin and walked in.
As soon as he entered, Song Shihui noticed that this bookstore was not ordinary.
First, it was the interior of the bookstore. Almost all the furnishings were according to a law that was more precise and strict than the golden ratio.
Even every tile and wooden board on the floor was the same!
And at the very front, a deep and silent abyss was slowly rotating.
There was an asphalt-like liquid slowly flowing with the rotation.
In the depths of the abyss, the void, darkness, and lightless abyss.
Countless scarlet evil eyes opened and closed consciously according to some kind of pattern.
After just one glance, Song Shihui didn\'t dare to look anymore.
He quickly retracted his gaze and looked at the owner of the bookstore in front of him, the ancient god.
As soon as he met the two flames in his eyes, Song Shihui immediately cupped his hands. "Your Excellency, your bookstore is really exquisite..."
"Did you arrange everything here?"
This was both to flatter him and to obtain more information.
In Song Shihui\'s opinion, this tsundere ancient god would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to show off!
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an didn\'t quite understand the words of the customer in front of him.
"Exquisite?" He thought and looked at his bookstore again. He didn\'t feel that there was anything exquisite about it. It was just a little cleaner and a little tidier.
"So... commercial flattery?"
He smiled and said, "This is just a casual arrangement. It\'s not worth mentioning..."
He chuckled and sized up this customer.
The windbreaker this customer was wearing was very unique. It looked like it was handmade?
Because Ling Ping\ 'an saw many threads and obvious needlework marks.
One had to know that in this day and age, it was popular to be anti-industrial!
Craftsmanship was the most precious thing.
For example, the same piece of cloth, if it was hand-woven, would be several times more expensive than machine-woven cloth.
And obviously... industrial products were more beautiful, stronger, and more advanced.
But many people just liked it and were willing to spend money to pursue it.
Such people were called petty bourgeoisie!
And petty bourgeoisie were the best leeks in 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.
"Customer..." he immediately became enthusiastic. "Please take a seat..."
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and ran to the drawer of the counter. He took out some tea leaves and walked to the water dispenser.
Song Shihui looked at the ancient god\'s sudden change in attitude.
He thought to himself, "As expected... as expected..."
Tsundere people liked it the most when others went along with them and did as they pleased.
It was best to flatter them without batting an eyelid.
That was what they enjoyed the most.
Even the three emperors who founded the Federal Empire, the most open-minded emperors since ancient times, were the same.
Thus, he understood that the other party was using this action to hint to him and the entire Blackguard: You have to listen to me! Listen to me, there are benefits!
This made Song Shihui couldn\'t help but think of the\ 'Hua Yuan Warrior\' plan that his think tank had drawn up.
Unfortunately...
He thought about it and knew that the plan wasn\'t reliable!
Because...
This person was not only tsundere, but also temperamental and would turn hostile!
If he wasn\'t careful and flattered the horse, it wouldn\'t be easy to clean up.
The Blackguard didn\'t pursue temporary benefits.
The Blackguard only sought long-term stability.
Therefore, even if the plan of the Hua Yuan Warrior had huge benefits, the Blackguard would definitely not adopt it.
While he was thinking about this, the ancient god had already taken a cup of tea and handed it over, "Customer, please have some tea..."
Song Shihui looked at the cup of tea that was handed over.
The golden-yellow tea was boiling.
The rich psionic power made him excited.
He understood that just this cup of tea could probably reduce his hard cultivation by three years!
"Thank you!" He quickly thanked him.
Ling Ping\ 'an took the opportunity to carefully size up the leek that was delivered to his door.
He looked about forty-four or forty-five years old.
His entire body was very clean and tidy.
There seemed to be something in the pocket of his windbreaker.
Upon closer inspection, Ling Ping\ 'an recognized it.
It was a musical instrument.
Zither!
"As expected of a petty bourgeois!" Ling Ping\ 'an was even more certain of his thoughts.
Zither 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 were even fewer. Those who could play it exquisitely...
It seemed that this kind of person was a guest of honor in various music universities.
Moreover, any one of them was a master!
So...
Ling Ping\ 'an guessed that this was probably a rich person who had money in his pocket and started to chase after something different.
He should be an Internet upstart above the middle class or... an executive in the financial field!
Only such a person would have the time and resources to play with such a hobby.
How could the general public have the patience and funds to play with such a hobby?
Thinking of this, Ling Ping\ 'an\'s heart burned!
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