Just as he was about to speak, out of the corner of Ling Ping'an's eye, he caught a glimpse of the guest's hand holding the teacup.

"Six fingers?" Ling Ping'an frowned slightly, and then he put this matter behind him.

Meow!

At this time, Best, the kitten who had been sleeping at the counter, woke up.

It stood up and jumped to Lingping's feet.

"Little obedient ......" Ling Ping'an said to the little guy affectionately: "Are you awake?" ”

Meow!

The little guy screamed softly, circling around Ling Ping'an's trouser legs, as if showing off something.

It's a pity that Ling Ping doesn't understand it at all.

Song Shihui looked at the cat that suddenly jumped up from the counter.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Because, he knew, that very today, the Kingdom of Egypt announced that it was going to recover the canal occupied by the rebels.

He immediately picked up his phone and clicked into the black guard's intranet.

Sure enough, an intelligence report from Kunlun Prefecture appeared in the announcement area.

The high priest of the Kingdom of Egypt made a move, and the seven great wizards of the Voodoo Cult were killed in battle!

He clicked on this report from the Kunlun Prefecture intelligence department, took a cursory glance, and immediately took a deep breath.

According to the report, the high priest was blessed by the divine power of the cat goddess, so he burst out with a power comparable to that of a lieutenant general!

Killed seven great wizards of the Voodoo Cult in one fell swoop.

The extraordinary power that will support the rebels for a long time will be swept away in one fell swoop!

This means that there is no obstacle for the Kingdom of Egypt to recover the canal.

Today, with the revival of the aura, the civil wars of most countries are actually wars between transcendental beings.

A transcendent one, showing crushing power.

The other side has no second choice but to look at the wind and fall!

After all, in most countries, not even a tank regiment can be formed.

In a place like Kunlun, with a few old-fashioned bombers, it can already crush the periphery in terms of conventional forces.

As for in the East......

Because of the Federal Empire, most countries no longer have standing armies.

Fusang and Silla, and even the armed forces have been canceled.

Only the armed police, who suppressed the riots, were retained.

The military expenditure of most countries has been maintained at several million all year round.

Because you don't need to!

Big brother has something to do!

That is, in a place like Qinlu, there will be a strange example of a country with a population of 20 million, with thousands of tanks and dozens or hundreds of advanced fighters.

"It seems ......," Song Shihui thought, "He is indeed the cat goddess of Egypt!" ”

That's a definite thing.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui couldn't help but pick up the teacup and take a sip gently.

The sweet tea flowed into the throat and instantly turned into a stream of spiritual liquid, which poured into the heart.

It's not just to let his soul be condensed.

Even his mind suddenly became clear.

Song Shihui felt the benefits of this spiritual liquid, and the shock in his heart was a little more.

"He's telling me ......"

"I'm worried that you're too stupid to pay attention to and interpret my intentions, so give me this cup of spiritual tea to help you open your mind?"

"What a confidence!"

"What a tsundere!"

While I was terrified in my heart, I heard the voice of the other person.

The "guest ......" only heard Him ask, "Do you like music?" ”

Song Shihui nodded, he put down the teacup, and replied with a smile: "Your Excellency, your eyes are like torches...... It is indeed a lover of music......

He pulled the artifact out of his pocket.

Bronze cast bronze with a black color throughout.

He took the brass hammer and tapped it gently.

Palace, sign, feather, business, horn.

The five tones were struck out one after another, and the sound of the sound echoed in this bookstore.

"Banmen got an axe...... put down the copper hammer, and Song Shihui laughed: "It's ugly!" ”

Ling Ping'an watched and put his pet aside.

Music, to be honest, he doesn't understand.

But......

Looking at the copper suffocation, he inexplicably had an impulse.

I wish I had a big drum in front of me so that he could have a good time!

It's a pity......

But it doesn't matter!

I don't know how to fool you.

Ling Ping'an smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm better at playing drums......"

It's the truth!

He played the drums several times in his dreams, and each time, the audience in the dream was very fanatical!

He even remembers a time in a dream where the audience was just as fanatical as the fans of the traffic, or even more fanatical.

It was a dream!

So far, the aftertaste is endless!

So, he said, "Once, I played the drums in front of countless people......

"That scene is really ......"

Song Shihui listened, his eyes burning.

He understands that this person will never be without purpose.

An ancient god like Him could not have lied.

So......

What did He mean?

Has He ever played in front of countless gods?

No!

Song Shihui knew that the personality of this ancient god could not be like the god of music who played.

His status, undoubtedly, belongs to the level of the main god, the god king, and the heavenly emperor in myths and legends.

Maybe even higher.

So......

In Song Shihui's mind, there is only one record at this moment.

When Shun, there are Miao dissatisfied, Yu will cut it, Shun said: No, the virtue is not thick and the martial arts, not the Tao, but the cultivation of three years, the dry Qi dance, there are Miao is suited!

So......

What does He mean: I have beaten the drum and feared the gods? All the gods are obedient, and they bow to three thousand to praise my might?

Is that what it means?

So, Song Shihui smiled and said, "That must be a very wonderful scene!" ”

"Yes......" Ling Ping'an recalled the scene in his dream: "It was quite wonderful! ”

"At that time, countless people were impressed by my drum sound!"

The things in the dream are the things that happened, albeit in the dream.

But Ling Ping'an thinks it's not a lie.

Song Shihui then said: "If I have the opportunity, I can also attend the meeting......

Ling Ping'an was stunned suddenly, and he said curtly: "Guest, you probably won't be able to go......

In the dream, how did he go?

Although Ling Ping'an is a face blind patient, he ...... He was 100% sure that he was not Long Yangjun!

So......

If this guest appeared in his dreams......

Ling Ping'an felt that he would probably be scared to death.

Face blindness is understandable.

Long Yangjun, you really can't accept it!

So, he decisively changed the topic: "Guest, do you want to come so late?" ”

Song Shihui understood what the other party meant.

He...... It's too weak.

I didn't qualify for that kind of event at all.

Even......

Most likely, the subtext is: I'm afraid that you will be beaten away by me!

And this is a very possible thing.

Nowadays, the invasion of mountain and sea myths is becoming more and more profound.

Many things recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas have also been turned out for study.

In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it is recorded that the Yellow Emperor used Kui cowhide as a drum to shatter the souls of countless demons and monsters.

Listen to the other person's question again.

Song Shihui immediately bowed his hand and said: "Don't hide it from Your Excellency, I love music and rhythm under it...... I heard that there are many ...... here. Well...... Books ......"

He wanted to say 'Strange Books and Holy Books', but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Because his spirit told him to be here and obey the rules.

The rule is: don't say words that aren't allowed.

When Ling Ping'an heard this, his eyebrows fluttered: "Guest, you are really the right person!" ”

"I do have a lot of music books here!"

"I'm not boasting...... I have a collection of music here...... Well...... A must! ”

So saying, Ling Ping'an stood up.

"Guest...... Please wait......"

"I'll fetch ...... for you"

So he took his leave, hummed a little song, and walked to the bookshelf behind him.

Her eyes ...... Her vision ...... It's like a star shining brightly......"

"See...... See ...... See ...... Panic ......"

Guangnan dialect sang softly.

Cheerful and relaxed!

Ling Ping'an felt a little lighter when he walked.

It's just that......

"When did you hear this?" He felt like he was getting a little forgetful.

……………………………………

Sitting on the sofa, Song Shihui looked at the ancient god and stood up.

He seemed to be happy.

The flames in the misty skulls danced softly with joy.

Swirling in those eye sockets.

He walked slowly into the depths of the bookstore.

And a soft moan, slowly sounded.

Her eyes ...... Her vision ...... It's like a star shining brightly......"

This voice is like a chant from the underworld.

Just listening, Song Shihui felt that his mind had been frozen.

It was as if countless ghosts had appeared in front of me.

These ghosts are flying around the bookstore, chasing and frolicking.

"See...... See ...... See ...... Panic ......"

One terrifying figure after another appeared around these ghosts.

It seems to be black and white impermanence, and it is also like a bull's head and a horse's face.

Faintly, there was a huge terrifying figure, projected on the floor of the bookstore.

That huge single horn, nine curves into a boundary!

"Ghost uncle!" Song Shihui swallowed his saliva.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the ancient god who was chanting and walking towards the abyss.

He saw that the feet of the old god had left the ground.

He was levitating, walking lightly.

Every foot was on a rotten, empty, twisted soil.

The sound of every step seemed to come from the underworld.

"Uncle Ghost...... And His guards? ”

Song Shihui was shocked.

Ghost Uncle!

Legend has it that a god who rules the netherworld.

There is also evidence that He was transformed into the King of Taishan Mansion after a long time.

What's more, in the myth of mountains and seas, there is also his shadow.

"The owner of this bookstore...... Where did it come from? ”

Song Shihui didn't dare to think about it anymore.

But......

"This tune ......," he recalled, as he recalled.

Song Shihui's fingers moved slightly.

Palace, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao......

He looked up at the cat goddess who was sitting across the couch and staring at him.

Song Shihui immediately smiled apologetically, not daring to rearrange the score of that tune in his heart.

But......

Half of the sentence has been written down by him.

Song Shihui knew......

It's just this half sentence, if he can exert one-tenth, or even one hundredth, of the power of the bookstore owner.

So......

He'll have one more hole card for the enemy!

Perhaps, he can surprise his enemies at a critical moment!