I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Diwu, diwu.

Several police cars came to the ruined factory building with their lights on.

A heroic young female police officer, leading a group of people, got out of the police car.

Those who followed her were also young-looking policemen.

There are about a dozen of them.

The policemen seemed a little nervous.

"A novice?" Lingpingan thought: "A trainee who just graduated from the police academy?"

Probably only such a brat would be so nervous.

Seeing their embarrassed expressions, Lingpingan smiled and went forward.

"Excuse me, are you from the North Road Branch?" He tried his best to soften his voice so as not to put pressure on the policemen.

The leading female police officer seemed to be taken aback when she saw him. Although she concealed it well, Lingpingan still noticed the flash of panic in the female police officer's eyes.

"What's the situation?" Lingpingan was a little hard to understand.

"Yes..." The other party seemed to be trying hard to calm himself down, and then squeezed out a smile: "I am Ning Qinghong, the second-level police chief of the Beibei Road Branch!"

She looked around the scene, and she could clearly see the movement of swallowing saliva on her white neck.

Just listening to her say: "I came here under orders to receive...um...criminals..."

Lingpingan laughed out loud.

He pointed to the front, the dozen or so well-behaved men in black robes who raised their hands: "These...are members of criminal gangs..."

"And their leader..."

Lingpingan glanced at his feet out of the corner of his eyes, the guy who had been thrown into a mess and seemed to have not recovered: "That's him! It seems to be some kind of ancestor..."

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Ning Qinghong tried her best to calm herself down.

At the same time, in the soul link, he comforted the accompanying comrades: "Don't be afraid...don't be afraid...Young Master Ling will not hurt us..."

But in the soul link, there is only endless panic from fellow robes!

Some people even frighten their psionic energy to a standstill.

no way!

Everything in front of me is really too horrifying and terrifying.

The ground seemed to be hit by a meteorite.

Cracks like dense spider webs extended into the thick fog.

And that Young Master Ling stepped on the corpse under his feet in a leisurely manner.

That broken corpse that was severely smashed by gravity!

Flesh, bones, and internal organs have been mixed together, and it is difficult to separate each other.

The chief deacon of the Sickness School, the one who performed the autopsy ceremony and claimed to be the hardest person in the world to kill.

Now, it is too dead to die.

The robe on which he entrusted his body after his body was dissected was shattered by violence.

Every scrap of robe was stained with blood.

And his soul was entwined by a black invisible tentacle.

Tentacle tip, fully extended.

Like a piranha from the depths of a nightmare.

Also like the ghost in that horrible nightmare.

Drops of mucus dripping.

The wailing and begging for mercy of the soul entered my ears.

Overhead, in the dense fog, there stood a huge ghost and god tens of meters high.

His huge head hangs over this area.

The three lantern-sized pupils looked and examined everything maliciously.

In the air, there was a terrifying and dangerous atmosphere.

In the quietness of spiritual energy, there was an extremely strange smell.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be countless ghosts screaming in the thick fog.

This is the ultimate horror.

From ancestral first memories of fear.

It also comes from the day when the spiritual wisdom was first born, and the fear that followed after understanding 'who am I' and defining 'my existence'.

Everyone will die.

Whether emperors, generals, or supernatural beings with great powers.

Even gods have their day of death.

Death itself, then, becomes a source of fear.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, no matter how wise a wise man is, he will be afraid of death.

Now, death itself is revealed in front of your eyes.

turn out to be……

Generals die too...

turn out to be……

Even if he is as strong as a general, he can be crushed to death as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

Ning Qinghong looked at the smashed corpses on the ground.

Feel the wailing and begging for mercy from the tightly bound and tortured soul.

There is only one word in her heart.

"Zhou Gui is the Son of Heaven, and his death is not as good as that of an ordinary man!"

The head deacon of the Victory School who claims to be impossible to be killed by normal means, the most perverted and ruthless butcher among the most wanted criminals in the Federal Empire.

Now, the dead are worse than dogs.

His soul, bound, kept howling and begging for mercy.

His current appearance is probably not as good as those innocent people who died at his hands.

In the ear, came the voice of that person, very easy-going.

"These criminals are not only poaching the rare, precious and protected species here..."

Ning Qinghong raised her head and saw ghosts circling around this person.

He stretched out his hand lightly, and hugged a ghost.

Black military uniform, straight posture.

There is no doubt that this is a defender of the cross slope.

"Look..."

"How cute are these little things?"

Ning Qinghong swallowed, and could only nod her head: "It's very cute!"

"Aren't they protected?"

"En!" Ning Qinghong nodded vigorously.

The defenders inside the cross slope are of course protected by law.

In a sense, they are also a member of the Black Guard.

These respectable soldiers are all soldiers who died here in those days.

Just listen to that person say: "In addition to poaching... these people also kidnapped several innocent people, intending to cover up their crimes!"

"Even after seeing me, instead of surrendering, he dared to resist..."

"I can't help it!" He shrugged: "It's just a small punishment and a big warning, a little punishment!"

"Miss Police Officer!" He held his foot with a smile, and lightly stepped on the stump on the ground: "I can't help it either!"

Ning Qinghong swallowed, and said: "I understand!"

She thought of this persona, so she tried her best to smile a little: "My lord, I will report your righteous deed to the higher-ups carefully!"

The other party listened and was very satisfied.

"Then trouble Miss Inspector!"

"No trouble!" Ning Qinghong said quickly, "No trouble!"

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Holding Peng Chang, Zhang Hui landed on the top of a building in Luming Villa.

Several staff members who had been waiting for a long time came up immediately.

Zhang Hui threw the old ancestor of the Witch Gu Cult, which weighed only about ten catties, to those few people, and said, "Send it to the extraordinary research institute of the Black Clothes Guard..."

"Tell the people in the research institute to carefully observe and record the actual data of this specimen, and analyze it..."

Today's ancestor of the Witch Gu Cult has indeed become a specimen.

He... no... it, the final value, is probably to provide the Black Clothes Guard with a report on the "research and analysis of unknown spells".

Maybe it can still play a role!

"Yes!" An official handed Peng Chang to several staff members.

Then he said to Zhang Hui: "General, the Public Security Bureau of the Imperial Capital just received a call to the police...it was the one who called... saying that a group of criminals were caught..."

Zhang Hui listened, and slowly raised his lips: "Sure enough..."

"That one still sticks to his personality!"

After thinking about it, Zhang Hui asked, "Who will lead the team to take over?"

"Reporting to General, it is Your Excellency Ning Qinghong!"

"Oh!" Zhang Hui nodded, and he was not surprised.

Ning Qinghong is a typical example launched by the black-clothed guard.

The typical horse bone in Qianjin City.

In the past, the Black Clothes Guards had never been different and could reach the realm of generals.

It's not that there are few aliens among the black guards.

Rather, the aliens are actually not used to the atmosphere of the black guards.

I always feel that there are too many guards in black.

So many outliers will submit a 'retirement report' before they become generals.

And the Black Clothes Guard and the Empire naturally know the truth that twisted melons are not sweet.

Therefore, as long as you make a report, you will release the person after confirming that the other party has made up his mind to leave.

Ning Qinghong is the first strong man of a different kind who remained in the black-clothed guard after breaking through the general in two hundred years.

Naturally, they will be given preferential treatment.

If there are benefits, it will be assigned to her first.

in order to motivate latecomers.

It's also a show: to show all the other people - that we're really all the same.

"Where is the governor now?" Zhang Hui asked again.

"Reporting to the general, the governor connected with us ten minutes ago. At this moment, his special plane should be over Liangzhou..."

Zhang Hui nodded, then turned around.

He looked at the movement in the direction of the palace under the deep night.

He could sense that the spiritual fluctuations in the direction of the palace had stagnated.

The battle is over.

So, he connected to the communication and asked, "Brother Song, how is the situation?"

Song Shihui's faint laughter came from the communicator: "Fortunately, I have taken Qian Qianqiu's life!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Zhang Hui hung up the communication.

Bat Demon Qian Qianqiu is not an outlier.

To be precise, he is a lunatic who cultivated from a human to a demon.

In the era of spiritual revival, it is not only the alien species that can cultivate human body and become almost like human beings.

Human beings can also practice certain demonic spells to turn themselves into demons.

Qian Qianqiu is one of them.

and……

Among these monsters, Qian Qianqiu is also a very special kind.

It is said that he rose from the mysterious 'nightmare space'.

It is the strong man in the nightmare space.

Therefore, there are life-saving techniques.

Killing him once is not enough.

He is not afraid of death either!

"Nightmare space..."

Thinking of the weird and mysterious nightmare space, Zhang Hui frowned.

For the nightmare space, the black guard has been pursuing.

Special agencies have also been set up to target.

Even sent many people into the nightmare space to explore.

After paying the sacrifice, gradually touched the threshold.

pity……

More than two months ago, all work on the nightmare space was interrupted.

All members of the black guards who infiltrated the nightmare space will no longer be punished by the so-called 'space' for leaking things about the nightmare space.

However, this is even more troublesome.

Because before, there were loopholes and loopholes in that nightmare space.

That thing, in the Black Guard's research, seemed to be a monster more akin to a computer than a human.

Its logic and procedures are relatively rigid.

Therefore, the Black Clothes Guard has experimented with a variety of safe means of carrying out the secrets and intelligence of the nightmare space.

But two months ago, the nightmare space underwent drastic changes.

Since then, everything about the nightmare space, whether it is recorded in language, writing, or any other means.

Both are disturbed for an incomprehensible reason.

To put it simply, any text and language related to the nightmare space are blocked by an incomprehensible force.

Those who enter the nightmare space, when talking about anything related to the nightmare space.

No one else can hear, see and feel.

"The weirdness of the nightmare space..."

"Some features of that one are very similar..."

"Is it possible...that person is the source of all the changes in the nightmare space?"

Zhang Hui thought.

If so...

Perhaps, in the future, Black Yiwei can cooperate with it.

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Lingpingan looked at the female police officer in front of him, and he blinked: "Can I leave now?"

"Don't you need to take notes?"

This is a bit of a surprise.

Isn't that what happens on TV?

However, he was very happy to be able to settle this matter so easily.

After all, it's already past one o'clock.

Ning Qinghong listened, but trembled.

record?

How dare she let this man follow her to the police station to make a statement?

So, she showed a sweet smile: "Young master... we have already understood the relevant matters!"

"You acted bravely tonight..."

"According to the law and system, you can indeed leave!"

"Of course... If it's convenient for you, please add a souvenir..."

"I will communicate with you when there is something to do later, or when I need to trouble you..."

As soon as Lingpingan heard this, he happily took out his phone.

But the latter seemed to be stupid, staring blankly at Lingpingan's side.

Lingpingan blinked and didn't quite understand, so he could only ask, "Miss Inspector, is there a flower on my face?"

Ning Qinghong immediately shook her head and squeezed out a smile: "No!"

But the shock and fear in her eyes couldn't be added!

Because, in her eyes, what she saw now was extremely magnificent and amazing!

The moment this mysterious young man took out his cell phone.

Ning Qinghong saw it, and the mist covering the entire Cross Slope was like a tide, rolling towards this Young Master Ling.

It turned into thin strands of smoke and penetrated into his skin and clothes.

The god, tens of meters high, curled into his shadow like a puff of green smoke.

But it takes a while.

The dense fog disappeared completely.

And that huge god also got into his shadow completely, becoming a little bit of insignificant projection.

The moonlight falls from the sky.

His shadow, reflected on the ground, is unremarkable.

but……

Ning Qinghong felt extremely shocked!

"That ghost...is just a projection in his shadow?"

This fact made Ning Qinghong extremely frightened!

Because, if the facts are true.

So……

How many things are hidden in his shadow?

Ning Qinghong foolishly took out her mobile phone, scanned the other party's hand letter, and then clicked on the friend application with trembling hands.

The other party smiled and nodded, then put the phone away.

At this moment, a heroic spirit that had been lingering around him floated down in front of Ning Qinghong, turning into a somewhat childish-looking female officer.

The heroic spirit saluted Ning Qinghong, and then begged: "General...can you plead with him for us..."

"Please allow us to continue living here?"

Ning Qinghong listened, although she didn't quite understand why these heroic spirits didn't speak up.

However, she did not hesitate.

After thinking about it for a while, he plucked up his courage and asked in a tone that this person would like: "My lord..."

"Look at these little things... aren't they cute?"

She gently hugged the female heroic spirit.

Lingpingan looked at the little thing flying in front of his eyes, smiled and nodded: "It's very cute!"

"These little things appeared because of what happened back then?" Lingpingan asked, wanting to complete his reasoning.

Ning Qinghong nodded: "Yes!"

After the spiritual energy is revived, most people's souls will naturally dissipate after death.

But in a few cases, there will be nostalgic individuals who are nostalgic.

These individuals became the original ghosts.

Some are very kind, just wandering in the roads and houses where they were alive.

But there are also some that are very vicious.

Ghosts are often created to harm people.

But neither good nor evil.

Their existence is harm to living people.

Ghosts are extremely cloudy and cold, and just wandering around will cause the people nearby to be listless, weak and sick.

Therefore, the black guard had no choice but to build a demon-suppressing prison underground in the northwest desert.

Send the found ghosts there for placement or trial.

However, the space of the Demon Suppressing Prison is limited after all.

Moreover, if the ghosts stay there for a long time, even kind ghosts will go crazy because of the cramped environment.

Until the victory-weary school, here lay the blue sky and the yellow spring.

Move a piece of underworld from the nether world to the present world, and blend with the present world.

This is a disaster, but of course it is also an opportunity.

After subduing the school of exhaustion, the black guards sent all the ghosts they found from all over the world to this place, or placed them or imprisoned them.

Netherland is naturally much better for ghosts than the prison in the northwest desert.

After midnight, the strong Yin Qi nourishes the souls of the ghosts and maintains their sanity.

And let them live here.

Thinking back on these things, Ning Qinghong asked: "My lord..."

"They want to stay here..."

"Would you agree?"

Lingpingan laughed: "Why do you ask me such a thing?"

"This is their hometown..."

He gently held the two little fireflies: "Let them live happily here!"

Miss Police Officer's explanation let him know that he guessed right.

These little bugs are the victims of a pollution spill.

Some kind of mutated glowing insect.

"We don't want to disturb their lives casually!"

There may still be toxic substances left in this land.

Nature will slowly heal the wounds here.

So, Lingpingan held the two little bugs in his hands, and let them fly with ease.

The little ones seem to like him very much, and they gather more and more around his hands.

Under the moonlight, hundreds of fireflies dance lightly.

Incomparably beautiful and incomparably beautiful.

Ning Qinghong also looked at it stupidly.

Everyone present looked up.

However, what they saw in their eyes was an incomparably spectacular sight.

The moonlight is like water, and the strips hang down.

The earth is underfoot, pulsating slowly.

Streaks of thick ghost aura spewed out from the cracks, nourishing the earth and also nourishing the damaged yin houses.

Faintly, Ning Qinghong heard a voice coming from this shadow.

"I grant you the power to represent the City God!"

A luminous cassock appeared from the female heroic spirit who was hugged by Ning Qinghong.

The heroine looked at the cassock that suddenly appeared on her body in surprise.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

Slowly bowing his knees, he said: "Zhuang Qiu is honored! Your Majesty!"

Ning Qinghong's eyes widened.

A thought floated up from the bottom of her heart.

"This is an opportunity!"

Yes! This is the opportunity everyone is chasing and wanting.

A chance for a carp to leap over the dragon's gate.

A stairway to the sky.

She also finally understood why, the reason why everyone is pursuing fanatically and even doing all kinds of things in a humble way.

Because, the person in front of you.

This mysterious young master indeed has the power to turn stones into gold!

As long as he is happy, there is nothing he can't do!

like now...

One word establishes one spirit.

And it is the god in charge of the Underworld and Yin Division!

City God!

what does that mean?

Ning Qinghong is too clear!

You know, in the legend, the City God can take on two roles.

The so-called judging Yang by day and judging Yin by night.

In other words, this female heroic spirit named Zhuang Qiu has the opportunity to break the shackles of ghosts and obtain a real body!

This is the so-called rebirth!

Finally another lazy day!