Just as he was about to speak, Ling Ping'an caught a glimpse of the customer's hand holding the teacup from the corner of his eye.
"Six fingers?" Ling Ping'an was slightly stunned and immediately threw this matter to the back of his mind.
Meow!
At this moment, the kitten, Bastet, who had been sleeping at the counter, woke up.
It stood up and jumped to Ling Ping'an's feet.
"Little darling..." Ling Ping'an said to the little guy lovingly, "Are you awake?"
Meow!
The little guy meowed softly and circled around Ling Ping'an's trousers as if showing off something.
Unfortunately, Ling Ping'an didn't understand at all.
Song Shihui looked at the cat that suddenly jumped up from the counter.
His pupils suddenly constricted.
Because he knew that today, the Kingdom of Egypt announced that it would recover the canal occupied by the rebel army.
He immediately picked up his phone and clicked into the Blackguard's intranet.
Sure enough, an intelligence report from Kunlun State appeared in the announcement area.
The high priest of the Kingdom of Egypt took action and the seven great wizards of the Voodoo Sect died in battle!
He clicked on the report from the intelligence department of Kunlun State and took a rough look. He immediately took a deep breath.
According to the report, the high priest received the divine power of the cat goddess, so he exploded with power comparable to a lieutenant general!
He killed seven great wizards of the Voodoo Sect in one fell swoop.
He wiped out the transcendent being who had supported the rebel army for a long time!
This meant that the Kingdom of Egypt no longer had any obstacles in recovering the canal.
Today, with the recovery of spirit aura, the civil wars of most countries were actually wars between transcendent being.
The transcendent being of one side displayed crushing strength.
The other side had no other choice but to surrender at the sight of the wind!
After all, most countries couldn't even form a tank regiment.
For a place like Kunlun State, having a few old-fashioned bombers was already enough to crush the surrounding countries in terms of conventional strength.
As for the east...
Because of the Federal Empire, most countries no longer had a standing army.
Fusang and Xinluo had even canceled their armed forces.
Only the armed police were kept to suppress the riots.
Most countries' military expenditures were maintained at a few million all year round.
Because there was no need!
If there was anything, big brother would take care of it!
Only in a place like the Land of Qin would there be a country with a population of 20 million that had thousands of tanks and dozens of advanced fighter jets.
"Looks like..." Song Shihui thought, "She is indeed the Egyptian cat goddess!"
There was no doubt about it.
Thinking of this, Song Shihui couldn't help but take a sip of his tea.
The fragrant and sweet tea flowed down Xiao Chen's throat and instantly turned into spiritual liquid, entering his mind.
It didn't just freeze his Divine Soul.
Even his thoughts were suddenly enlightened.
Song Shihui felt the benefits of this mouthful of spiritual liquid, and the shock in his heart increased.
"He's telling me …"
"I was worried that you were too stupid to understand and interpret my intentions, so I bestowed this cup of spiritual tea to help you open your mind."
"What kind of confidence is that!"
"What a tsundere!"
Just as he was feeling shocked, he heard that person's voice in his ears.
"Customer..." he asked, "Do you like music?"
Song Shihui nodded. He put down his teacup and replied with a smile, "Your Excellency, your eyes are like a torch … I am indeed a person who loves music …"
He took out the artifact from his pocket.
The bronze bell was completely black in color.
He held the copper hammer and gently knocked on it.
Gong, Zheng, Yu, Shang, Jiao.
The five notes were knocked out one after another, and the sound of the bell echoed in the bookstore.
"Showing off in front of an expert …" Putting down the copper hammer, Song Shihui laughed, "I've made a fool of myself!"
Ling Ping 'an looked at it and put his pet aside.
To be honest, he didn't understand music.
But …
Looking at the copper bell, he had an inexplicable urge.
He wished that there was a big drum in front of him so that he could play to his heart's content!
What a pity …
But it didn't matter!
He could bluff if he didn't understand.
Ling Ping 'an smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm better at playing drums …"
That was the truth!
In his dream, he had played the drum several times. Every time, the audience in his dream was very fanatical!
He even remembered that in his dream, the audience was as fanatical as the fans of the traffic, or even more fanatical.
That was really a beautiful dream!
Ling Ping 'an still had an endless aftertaste!
Therefore, he said, "Once, I played the drum in front of countless people …"
"That scene was really …"
Song Shihui's eyes burned as he listened.
He understood that this person would never speak without thinking.
It was impossible for an ancient god of his status to lie.
So …
What was he trying to say?
Had he ever played in front of countless gods?
No!
Song Shihui knew that the status of this ancient god could not be like the god of music who played.
There was no doubt about his status. In the myths and legends, he belonged to the level of the main god, the god king, and the celestial emperor.
He might even be a little higher.
So …
There was only one record in Song Shihui's mind at this moment.
In the time of Shun, there were Miao who refused to accept it. Yu was about to attack them. Shun said, "No, the virtue is not thick. Practicing martial arts is not the way."
So …
He meant, "I once beat the drum and intimidated the gods?" All the gods were convinced and kowtowed three thousand times to praise my might?
Was that what he meant?
Therefore, Song Shihui smiled and said, "That must have been a very beautiful scene!"
"Yes..." Ling Ping 'an recalled the scene in his dream, "That was quite beautiful!"
"At that time, countless people were convinced by my drumming!"
What happened in the dream was something that had happened, even though it was in a dream.
But Ling Ping 'an believed that this was not a lie.
Therefore, Song Shihui said, "If I had the chance, I could also attend the meeting..."
Ling Ping 'an was stunned. He said embarrassedly, "Customer, you probably can't go..."
How could he go in a dream?
Although Ling Ping 'an was face-blind, he was 100% sure that he was not Lord Longyang!
So …
If this customer appeared in his dream …
Ling Ping 'an felt that he would probably be scared to death.
Face-blindness was understandable.
Lord Longyang really couldn't accept it!
Therefore, he decisively changed the topic, "Customer, why are you here so late?"
Song Shihui understood what the other party meant.
He... was too weak.
He didn't have the qualifications to participate in such a grand event.
Even …
It was very likely that the subtext was: I'm afraid that your soul will be scattered by my drum!
And this was very likely.
Now, the invasion of the myths of the mountains and seas was getting deeper and deeper.
Many things recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas were also being studied because of this.
In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it was recorded that the Yellow Emperor used the skin of the Kui Cow as a drum and shattered the souls of countless demons and ghosts.
Then he heard the other party's question.
Song Shihui immediately cupped his hands and said, "To tell you the truth, I love music... I heard that you have a lot of... hmm... books here..."
He wanted to say 'extraordinary books and sacred scriptures', but he swallowed the words back when they were at the tip of his tongue.
Because his soul told him that he had to abide by the rules here.
The rules were: Don't say words that aren't allowed.
When Ling Ping 'an heard this, he was beaming with joy, "Customer, you've really come to the right place!"
"I do have a lot of music books here!"
"I'm not boasting... My music collection here... hmm... can be said to be the best!"
As he said this, Ling Ping 'an stood up.
"Customer... please wait a moment..."
"I'll go get it for you..."
Thus, he cupped his hands and bade farewell. He hummed a little tune and walked to the bookshelf behind him.
"Her eyes... her eyes... are like the stars shining..."
"Indiscernible... indiscernible... indiscernible... heart fluttering..."
He sang softly in the Guangnan accent.
Cheerful and relaxed!
Ling Ping 'an felt that his steps were lighter.
But …
"When did I hear this?" He felt that he was becoming more and more forgetful.
…..
Sitting on the sofa, Song Shihui looked at the ancient god and stood up.
He seemed to be very happy.
The flowing fire in the misty head danced gently because of his happiness.
It began to roll in his eye sockets.
He slowly walked towards the depths of the bookstore.
Then, a soft moan slowly rang out.
"Her eyes... her eyes... are like the stars shining..."
This voice seemed to come from the underworld.
Just listening to it, Song Shihui felt that his mind had been frozen.
It was as if countless ghosts had appeared in front of him.
These ghosts were competing to fly in the bookstore, chasing and playing.
"Indiscernible... indiscernible... heart fluttering..."
One terrifying figure after another appeared around these ghostly figures.
It was as if they were the Black and White Impermanence, or Ox-head and Horse-face.
Vaguely, a huge and terrifying figure was projected on the floor of the bookstore.
That huge horn, the Nine Bends World!
"Uncle Ghost!" Song Shihui swallowed his saliva.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the ancient god who was chanting and walking towards the abyss.
He saw that the ancient god's feet had already left the ground.
He floated in the air and walked lightly.
Every step he took landed on rotting, nothingness, and twisted soil.
The sound of every step seemed to come from the underworld.
"Even Uncle Ghost... is his guard?"
Song Shihui was extremely shocked.
Uncle Ghost!
The legendary god who controlled the netherworld.
There was even evidence that he had transformed into the Lord of Mount Tai after a long time.
More importantly, there was also his shadow in the myths of the mountains and seas.
"The owner of this bookstore... What is his background?"
Song Shihui didn't dare to think anymore.
But …
"This song..." he recalled the tune that the other party had chanted.
Song Shihui's fingers began to move gently.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao …
He raised his head and looked at the cat goddess who was sitting opposite the sofa and staring at him.
Song Shihui immediately smiled apologetically and didn't dare to reorganize the tune in his heart.
But …
He had already memorized half of the sentence.
Song Shihui knew …
If he could exert one-tenth or even one-hundredth of the power of the owner of the bookstore with just this half sentence.
Then …
He would have one more trump card to use against his enemies!
Perhaps, he could give his enemy a surprise at a critical moment!
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