A boring day is coming to an end again.

Ling Ping'an leaned back in his chair, humming a little tune, his fingers filling in the options on the phone screen.

He is fulfilling his civic duty - filling out an annual tax return.

In the Federal Empire, taxpayer is a wonderful word.

Because, most of the citizenship rights are closely related to paying taxes.

For example, the right to vote and the right to make proposals are not gifted.

The electorate of the empire is directly linked to the payment of taxes.

If you don't pay taxes, you don't have the right to vote and the right to make proposals.

It is also not possible to take the national examination.

So, in the Federal Empire, the qualification of the taxpayer is very important.

Even if, in fact, many people, especially low-income people, pay zero taxes every year.

However, this tax return must be filled out every year.

Moreover, it must be completed and reported within the statutory time.

In this way, the various institutions of the empire will be willing to help you.

Otherwise, all federal agencies will refuse to serve you.

Because, you're not their client.

Therefore, accountants in the Federal Empire are very popular.

People above the middle class need an accountant to help them fill out their annual tax returns.

First, carry out financial restructuring to reduce taxes as much as possible within the legal framework.

Second, it is necessary to avoid the failure of some income to be legally declared in the manner prescribed by law, resulting in tax stains that may affect the enjoyment of federal services.

However, people like Ling Ping An don't need it.

Because his tax file is directly classified as the third category.

That is, 'other classes'.

He can enjoy a special tax exemption policy with an annual income of 200,000 yuan and below.

Filling out this form is just going through the motions.

Therefore, he filled in quickly, and when he encountered a problem, he could just check the third item.

After filling out the form, Ling Ping'an put down his phone.

Once a year, the civic obligation is fulfilled.

Standing up, he stretched, then looked at Best, the kitten who had been lying on his stomach in the corner of the counter, and said, "Sleep! ”

Best jumped out of the counter and landed at his feet.

Ling Ping'an took out its blanket and placed it in the doorway.

The little guy obediently lay on his stomach.

Ling Ping turned off the light and said to it, "Good night! ”

So, on my mobile phone, I went upstairs.

The kitten was lying on the towel, and the amber cat's eyes reflected the shadow of its owner.

It slowly closed its eyes as well.

Behind him, the pyramids are reflected.

Countless prayers and wishes are rolling in.

The thread of faith that connects all the cat goddess temples in the Kingdom of Egypt.

The tall temples that were built in the middle of the city.

Devout believers, praying aloud.

The priests chanted the sacred scriptures of the goddess.

They want to connect with their gods in order to receive power and favor from them.

But......

The cat goddess doesn't make any moves.

He didn't want to interfere anymore.

He's just a pet, and a pet has to be like a pet.

Able to make a move, lend divine power, and let Egypt sweep away civil strife.

It's already the limit, and if you interfere again, you may be killed by a fist falling from the sky!

Moreover......

Now, it's a world of great controversy.

The cat goddess can feel that the concentration of aura recovery continues to climb.

He knew that soon, the ancient gods of this world would come alive.

So......

What Egypt should do now is to calm down and lick its wounds.

Don't get involved in things you can't get involved in.

Don't even think about things you can't think about.

Small countries and widows must have the consciousness of small countries and widows.

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Ling Ping'an took a shower, changed into pajamas, and sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking kvass.

Empty living room, very quiet.

I don't know why, but he doesn't feel sleepy now.

On the contrary, very excited.

"What's going on?"

For some reason, he felt the urge to go out and go shopping.

I don't know how long it has been since such an impulse appeared.

It seems like...... It seems like......

When I was a kid...... If you don't know anything, you like to go out and play.

Climb the walls of the industrial park and sneak into the factory to trick or treat.

Or catch frogs under a tree with the neighbor's children, or catch frogs by the river next to the industrial park.

However, when he grew up a little and became sensible, he became less and less fond of going out.

A little bigger, the mobile Internet is coming.

Everything can be solved by mobile phones, and then you don't want to go out.

"Hmm......" he finished drinking a bottle of kvass and stood up, "Nothing...... Let's get out and about......"

"Nearby Night Market ......"

"Shopping malls around the neighborhood or something......

As he spoke, he began to change his clothes.

He has always been like this, he does whatever he wants, he does whatever he wants, and he will never twist and pinch him.

So he changed into his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs.

Meow!

As if hearing his footsteps, the kitten at the door stood up at once, and then ran over quickly.

Ling Ping'an picked up the little guy, didn't turn on the light, walked to the door, took out the key and pulled up the roller shutter.

Then, he pushed open the door and looked out into the secluded alley.

Tonight, the moon stars are scarce, and the moonlight shines on the city like frost white.

The street lamps in the streets and alleys are lit up.

The creeper on the wall of the industrial park on the opposite side is clearly visible.

The evening breeze blew in the streets, a little cold.

Ling Ping'an hugged his cat, walked out of the door, and then locked the door.

"Little obedient ......" Ling Ping'an said to his pet, "Let's go on an adventure tonight!" ”

Meow!

The kitten barked softly, in complete agreement.

The amber cat's eyes reflect the image of its owner at this moment.

The mist-shrouded head slowly appeared.

Two points of fire, like a little starlight, drilled into the eye socket.

An ordinary young man with a pair of cheap eye sockets appeared in the cat's eye.

Ling Ping'an had already looked to the left-hand side, at the end of the alley.

He remembered, as if passing through the alley, turning left into a park.

So, holding the cat, he walked over.

It's been a long, long time since I've been to the back mountain of the park at night.

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"General......" Song Shihui was urgently called and woke up from his cultivation: "He went out!" ”

Song Shihui immediately opened his eyes and interrupted this cultivation.

Then directly connect the large screen of your room to the monitoring center.

So, he saw a video that was sent.

The old god, the door that had been closed, was opened.

In the dark, two points of fire slowly appear under the camera.

Shrouded in mist, indescribable heads.

Thin young man, under camera.

He was holding his pet and was under surveillance.

And then......

The head filled by the mist showed bloody flesh little by little, and the two points of flowing fire turned into a little starlight, condensing a pair of black and white eyes.

He laughed.

It seems to be monitoring.

That smile is meaningful, but indescribable.

Then He closed the door, turned around, and walked toward the end of the alley.

The street lamp reflected Him, His shadow, unremarkable.

Song Shihui was stunned.

He watched the video repeatedly.

Because, this video is the first time to show the black-clothed guard the evidence of the bookstore owner's transformation of form.

Don't underestimate that moment, the transformation from nothing to something.

Because......

This is most likely a sign of some kind of trust or acceptance.

It's easy to understand!

For example, many circles in the imperial capital are not rich enough to enter.

If you don't have enough qualifications, you won't be recognized, and no matter how rich you are, you will be turned away.

In the same way, this ancient god shows his form transformation moment under the camera, and he does not do any masking.

It's a trust.

It means acceptance and recognition in a sense.

Otherwise......

The existence of such a person is impossible for outsiders to glimpse any of His secrets.

Even if the secret doesn't really work.

But......

"He went out?" Song Shihui thought, "What does he want to do?" ”

Especially that meaningful smile.

Song Shihui kept recalling that smile in his mind, and he understood that this person deliberately went out at this point in time.

There must be a purpose.

But what does He want?

Song Shihui didn't know.

He could only ask Xia Ping on the other side of the communicator: "Immediately activate all monitoring methods......

"I want to know...... His whereabouts ......"

After thinking about it, he added, "If He doesn't want it, don't force it!" ”

The standard of unwillingness has long been formulated.

For example, the camera is not working properly......

Or that monitoring can't be scrupulous......

That's not allowed.

Even if it is a malfunction, it must be treated as not allowed.

Because...... The blackguards must not take any chances.

Any risky option, must be ruled out!

This is wisdom!

The results of the analysis by countless think tank staff.

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Ling Ping'an held his pet and walked through the secluded streets and alleys, turning into a road.

This road used to be full of traffic, but now, there are few vehicles.

Occasionally, a passing taxi can be seen.

Spiritual peace is also accustomed to it.

Since the factories in the industrial park, either closed down or relocated.

A large number of workers and their families, along with their machines, were packed and loaded onto cargo ships and sailed to the Northern Zhou, Southern Zhou, and Western Song Dynasty.

Manufacturing is slowly disappearing from home.

The rise of the service industry.

A new economic cycle begins.

The depression of the eastern part of the city is already doomed!

Continuing onwards, passing through two intersections, the shadow of a park built on a hill comes into view.

When you get here, the market is bustling.

Because it has entered the traditional construction night market.

This night market has a history of 100 years!

In the heyday of the industrial park, it was the most prosperous!

When I was a child, Ling Ping'an often came here to play.

Because there's more to it than just good food.

There are also a variety of fun performances to watch.

All kinds of performances and acrobatics from overseas countries can be seen here.

Pity......

Ling Ping'an walked around the night market for a while and shook his head.

Traditional performances have all disappeared.

It reminded him of the poor circus he had met last time.

Those who are disabled and strong, but still want to rely on themselves, not the state.

He sighed.

"Technological progress is not all good things!" He said.

Under the wave of mobile Internet, his bookstore is a victim.

Acrobatics, circus, puppet show, monkey show......

Also a victim.

But......

This is the general trend of history!

Unstoppable, unstoppable!

Those who go along prosper, and those who rebel perish!

An ordinary person like him has no choice but to welcome with open arms.

Walking out of the night market, he raised his head and looked at the park at the top of the hill.

So, along the steps of the mountain road, I stepped forward.

The 100-year-old park was built for the site of heavy industry and is one of the infrastructures for the leisure and recreation of workers.

Similar facilities used to be located throughout the eastern part of the city.

Pity......

Now......

Ling Ping'an looked at the mottled steps and broken fences around him.

It's in disrepair.

Fortunately, this park has plenty of history.

So, even though it's late, there are still a lot of people in the park on the hill.

Most are elderly people and children.

Under the street lamps, in the shade of the park's trees and fountains, people take a walk or play.

Ling Ping'an looked at it, and he also had some childlike innocence.

He hugged his cat and walked in.

Suddenly, he spotted a crowd gathering under a downhill staircase on the left-hand side.

Many old people are gathered around a stall and are talking.

Ling Ping'an leaned over curiously, and he saw a shirtless man sitting in the stall with a red cloth wrapped around his head.

A little girl, holding a gong, stood behind him.

She looked at the crowd of onlookers in a straight voice, and arched her hand like a little adult: "Fathers, brothers, ......."

"Our father and daughter came from Chu Land, passing through the Guibao Land......"

"According to the ancestral teachings, please help the beggars and solve the problems for the fathers and elders!"

"If it works, please pay for it with one day's housing and food money!"

Ling Ping'an listened, and also saw what was in front of the sturdy man.

It was a dustpan with a thin layer of fine sand in it.

The man held a pen in his hand, his eyes closed, and did not say a word, only the little girl spoke behind him.

Ling Ping'an looked at it and suddenly became curious.

As a liberal arts student, he knows this kind of thing.

It is probably a feudal superstition in ancient times.

Some resemble a god fight.

It's just that......

Out of the corner of Ling Ping'an's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small bronze statue in front of the man's dustpan.

The bronze statue is written in ancient traditional characters: Taiyin Female Monarch, Cloud Divine Lord, and High Media Goddess.

Ling Ping'an's heart seemed to have a string plucked.

An article I learned when I was in school came to me involuntarily.

"Yulan soup is fragrant, and the gorgeous clothes are like ......"

Qu Zi's masterpiece, there is no liberal arts student who does not read it.

So......

"The god they are supporting is the Lord of the Clouds?"

That's interesting!

Because, most of the ordinary helpers are bodhisattvas, Buddhas, emperors, and the like.

An ancient belief like Yun Zhongjun, to be reasonable, shouldn't it have disappeared now?

"No wonder they're so miserable......" Ling Ping'an thought.

Shouldn't feudal superstition now be dominated by the gods that are more familiar to the general public?

Gentleman in the clouds? It's too strange, right?

No wonder the onlookers just watched and didn't ask.