Zhang Hui looked at the ancient God and put down the teacup in his hand. He walked forward with happy steps, humming a popular song of the Federal Empire a few years ago.
At the end of the bookstore, just as Situ He had said.
A liquid as thick as asphalt slowly flowed at the edge.
In the deep abyss, pairs of terrifying and evil eyes opened and closed one after another.
He swallowed heavily.
He sighed deeply and said to Situ He in a low voice, "General Situ..."
"Do you know?" He said, "I seemed to have been seen through by him just now..."
"Every word he says has magic power!"
"There seems to be another meaning hidden..."
At this point, Zhang Hui touched his neck with lingering fear.
There, he was already sweating profusely.
"Fortunately..." Zhang Hui took out a piece of talisman paper from the pocket of his formal jacket and looked at it. The talisman paper did not move at all. A little obscure spiritual light flowed between the ink marks.
That was the sound recording talisman that the commander-in-chief had specially prepared for him.
It had a special function. Even in an environment that was cut off from all spirit energy and had violent electromagnetic disturbances, it could still complete the task of collecting the surrounding sounds.
After taking a look and confirming that the sound recording talisman was effective, Zhang Hui put it back.
The sound of the 'ancient God' humming a little song gradually disappeared.
Zhang Hui raised his head and found that his figure had disappeared into the depths of the abyss.
Meow!
His pet stopped in front of the edge that was as thick as asphalt.
Meow!
He meowed softly.
Zhang Hui looked at him.
Behind the kitten, the shadow of the pyramid was reflected.
Countless figures prostrated themselves on the ground, prostrating themselves in worship.
That was his past.
He stood up and stretched his body.
Beautiful and elegant.
Then he walked to the counter and jumped onto the chair nimbly. Then he jumped to the computer on the counter.
That was his present.
It seemed that he preferred the present.
Zhang Hui retracted his gaze and looked at Situ He.
Then, he gently pulled Situ He. The two of them raised their heads and looked at the ceiling of the bookstore.
A chandelier hung under the ceiling.
It swayed gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.
This was the source of the light they saw in the fog.
Vaguely, the silhouette of a squid swimming quickly in the depths of the ocean flashed past the shadow of the ceiling.
Pairs of cold, merciless, crazy, and bizarre compound eyes opened from the ceiling tiles.
Zhang Hui and Situ He immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look again.
And Zhang Hui finally confirmed it.
This was the bookstore in the middle of the night.
It was a nest!
Who knew how many crazy and terrifying monsters were hiding here?
They seemed to be imprisoned or enslaved by some kind of power, or the owner of this bookstore.
Of course, that was also possible.
They were the slaves of the owner of the bookstore.
They were the former guards of this awakened ancient god.
They served him, the great, ancient ruler.
They also guarded him, this indescribably terrible god.
Both of these possibilities existed.
But …
Who was he?
Zhang Hui looked at the kitten on the counter.
He knew that the cat goddess of ancient Egypt might know.
However, he could not possibly say it.
… …
Ling Ping'an hummed a tune and walked in front of the bookshelf.
He had almost figured out the customer's background and needs.
A conservative, powerful, and decisive middle-class in the eyes of outsiders.
A typical Republican voter.
When Ling Ping'an was in school, he had met many such people.
For example, the principal of his primary school, the class teacher of his junior high school and high school.
He was usually serious and stubborn.
He looked like a cold stone, merciless steel.
Working overtime was as normal as eating and drinking.
He tutored students and stared at every student's exam results.
He worked and lived like a machine.
But in fact, this kind of person was the most vulnerable.
Because the image they gave the outside world was that they were tough men of steel.
In order to maintain this image, they had to constantly strengthen themselves.
Under heavy pressure, who could guarantee their mental health?
For example, Ling Ping'an's junior high school class teacher later committed suicide.
The reason for his suicide was because the enrollment rate in the class he was in charge of was not ideal.
This stubborn and arrogant class teacher could not accept it.
In his suicide note, he admitted that he did not dare to face the parents of the students, let alone the students.
He had let the country and the emperor down.
He had no choice but to die.
Only death could atone for his sins!
Even now, Ling Ping'an could not understand.
But the funny thing was that after the class teacher died, he was named the 'Federal Outstanding Teacher' and received the 'National Education Medal'.
Before this, the average enrollment rate of the class led by this class teacher was as high as 80%.
Among them, the enrollment rate of Class A high schools once reached an exaggerated 40%.
However, he did not receive these honors.
On the contrary, after he died, he had all of them.
In Ling Ping'an's opinion, that new customer was probably similar to his junior high school class teacher.
He should be a middle-aged man with a heavy sense of responsibility and a lot of family pressure.
The pressure of life had caused his sideburns to turn a little white.
But for the sake of his family and his own image.
They forced themselves to hold on.
However, even a machine would wear and tear.
The seemingly sturdy steel cable would be completely corroded after a few years of exposure to the sun and the wind without regular maintenance.
Not to mention people?
Ling Ping'an felt that they should smile more for such people.
If they smiled more, the pressure would naturally be less.
Of course, it was best to see a psychiatrist regularly.
But...
This kind of thing couldn't be said directly!
"Maybe I can try to beat around the bush and hint at it..."
"As for whether he can listen or not..."
"That's his problem …"
After all, they were just strangers who met by chance. It was taboo to talk too deeply with a shallow acquaintance.
Actually, even if they were very familiar with each other, such words couldn't be said casually.
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an pulled out a brand-new book from the bookshelf.
"Introduction to Meditation".
It was a book that taught people to relax and relieve pressure through meditation.
Ling Ping'an had read some of it. In general, it was to close your eyes and meditate every day to relax your mind and spirit.
However, these were useless to him.
Because he didn't have such a thing as pressure.
Every month, the allowance given by the federal central was enough for him to be happy.
Therefore, even if the bookstore's business was bad, he continued to run it.
Even if there weren't a single customer, he didn't feel any pressure.
On the contrary, he enjoyed it.
To him, this kind of carefree life where he could slack off, play games, and write novels every day was really great!
He didn't want to change.
He could eat and wait for death, lie down and win equally.
Why should he fight?
What was the meaning of fighting?
Just like that customer, in his forties, he was already suffocated by the heavy pressure of life, yet he still wanted to put on an act?
No way!
"I have a feeling..." Ling Ping'an held the book in his hand, "I will definitely be able to sell it today!"
"And earn the first bucket of gold this month!"
Ling Ping'an was very satisfied.
After experiencing almost a month of zero income, now, even if he only sold one book and earned twenty to thirty yuan, he would be very satisfied!
At the very least, he had earned today's utility bills!
… …
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