Walking in this fog, Song Shihui moved forward firmly.

Because only by moving forward is the way to live.

Everything else is a dead end!

He is very sensitive to sound.

Including infrasound and ultrasound!

At this moment, in this quiet fog, in Song Shihui's ears, it was actually filled with countless monster howls, and the air was filled with whispers of sound waves from various bands.

Only in front, the place where the light comes from.

All whispering and howling is gone.

Incredible tranquility and peace.

But......

Song Shihui looked there, and he understood that this might just be an illusion.

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Ling Ping'an leaned back in the chair and looked at the few pictures in the slurp that my aunt had just sent.

The sea, seabirds, cruise ships......

In the distant waves, the huge figure of humpback whales can be faintly seen.

"It's so beautiful......" Looking at the giant whale in the sea, Ling Ping'an praised.

He has loved whales and rolling ...... since he was a child

I've never seen it before, but I just like it!

Pity......

This kind of liking is not enough for him to leave this comfortable home and run to the sea.

It is even more impossible for him to stupidly cross the ocean and run to the Northern Zhou and Southern Zhou.

It's too much trouble!

So, he knocked on his phone: Auntie...... The next time you spot a whale, remember to shoot it all!

It's nice to have photos.

There's no need to run that far to whale watching!

Putting down the phone, Ling Ping'an turned his head to look and found that the streets and alleys didn't know when, and it was foggy again.

The hazy mist, through the glass door, looks a little seeping.

It feels a bit like a scene from a horror movie.

"Hmm......" he scratched his head and complained: "The weather in this Jiangcheng city ......"

"In my opinion, if it goes on like this, Jiangcheng will simply call it fog!"

After complaining, he stood up and was about to close the door.

Walking to the door, as soon as he pulled the roller shutter, Ling Ping'an heard footsteps outside.

He stopped closing the door and looked over.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat and an old-fashioned top hat, coming out of the thick fog.

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Through the fog, Song Shihui walked to the place where the lights were flickering.

As Situ He described, the fog suddenly became much thinner near the light source.

This means that he has entered the territory of the owner of the bookstore.

His true territory.

This is also known as a 'domain'.

Domain is a concept born after the revival of the aura and the awakening of the first ancient god.

It is the product of the distortion of the divine power of the gods.

In the realm, the resurrected gods are almost omniscient and omnipotent.

The domain is also considered the core territory of a god, and it is dangerous to step into it without permission.

Therefore, Song Shihui couldn't help but stop.

He looked at the bookstore in front of him.

Orange light shines through an unremarkable glass door.

The light and shadow flickered, and a shadow appeared behind the door, holding his hand on the door, as if about to close the door.

Looking at that shadow, Song Shihui felt that the notes that had been suppressing his own music began to show signs of dissipation.

This frightened him!

Fortunately, he had done his homework before he came, knowing that the owner of the bookstore had already known that he would arrive at this moment, and now he happened to appear at the door, and made a gesture to close it.

Song Shihui immediately understood the other party's intentions.

It's a knock on him: I don't really want to meet an ant like you......

It's also showing its own strength: see it or not, I just let you look at my shadow, and you're going to be doomed...... If you have sinned against me...... Hehehe......

But just as he arrived, His hand was on the roller shutter.

So......

Song Shihui sighed.

The description of the think tanks is indeed correct.

This is an arrogant old god!

His pride is manifested in every aspect.

Sighing softly, Song Shihui immediately arched his hand and said, "Store, I don't know if it's still open?" ”

He listened to the man behind the door and opened the glass door.

A head shrouded in mist appeared in front of him.

In the mist, two points of fire quietly lit up in the eye sockets, and under the thin cheap lenses, rose like stars.

And underneath the skull is an extremely thin body.

He was wearing a very common shirt and pants, and a pair of cloth slippers on his feet, which looked like they were newly bought, and the tags on the shoes had not been cut.

An easy-going voice came out of the mist: "Guest...... I'm just about to close here......"

"Please come in!" He said.

Song Shihui's eyelids jumped when he heard this.

Just about to close?

Really...... Tsundere!

There is countless evidence of His omniscience and omnipotence.

This is something that not only the blackcoat knows, but he knows it himself.

So, it's a typical pinch.

It's a typical tsundere!

The meaning of his words, Song Shihui could naturally hear it.

It's nothing more than this: Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you......

And the sentence 'please come in' immediately after it exposes this mentality: I did it on purpose!

Thinking of this, Song Shihui hurriedly said, "Thank you, Your Excellency!" ”

Thank you, of course!

Not only thanks, but also the attitude!

Otherwise......

I'm afraid he's going to start to get angry.

Or even simply, kick yourself out!

Fortunately, Song Shihui has been in the Southern Zhou Dynasty all these years, and he is used to seeing all kinds of people.

So, he doesn't care about these things either.

So he was cheeky and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Shihui noticed that this bookstore was unusual.

First of all, the interior of the bookstore, almost all the furnishings, are visited according to some kind of law that is more precise and rigorous than the golden section.

Even every tile and plank on the floor!

And at the forefront, a deep, silent abyss is slowly spinning.

It has a liquid like asphalt, which slowly flows with rotation.

In the depths of the abyss, inside the abyss of nothingness, darkness, and lightlessness.

Countless scarlet evil pupils, according to a certain law, consciously open and close.

Just glanced at it, Song Shihui didn't dare to look at it anymore.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the bookstore owner in front of him, the ancient god.

As soon as he looked at the two points of flowing fire in his eye socket, Song Shihui immediately gave up his hand: "Your Excellency, your bookstore is really exquisite......

"Are you all here to set it up?"

This is both for the sake of praise and for the sake of finding out more information.

In Song Shihui's mind, this arrogant ancient god would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to show off!

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Ling Ping'an listened to the words of the guest in front of him, he didn't understand too much.

"Exquisite?" He thought about it, and looked at his bookstore again, and he didn't feel anything exquisite, just a little cleaner and a little neater.

"So...... Business blows each other? ”

He smiled and said, "It's just a casual placement, it's not worth mentioning......"

He chuckled and looked at the guest.

The trench coat that this guest was wearing was so chic that it looked like it was handmade?

Because, Ling Ping'an saw many threads and obvious traces of needlework.

You need to know that these days, the popular thing is anti-industry!

Everything is handmade.

For example, if the same piece of cloth is hand-woven, the price is several times more expensive than that of machine cloth.

And Mingming...... In fact, industrial products are more beautiful, stronger and more advanced.

But many people just like it, and they are willing to spend money to pursue it.

Such people are called petty bourgeoisie!

And petty bourgeoisie is the best leek in the eyes of capital.

Because they are the perfect example of consumerism!

Thinking of this, the smile on Ling Ping'an's face couldn't be concealed.

"Guest......" He immediately became enthusiastic: "Please sit ......"

As he spoke, he had already picked up the teacup, ran to the counter drawer, twisted out a little tea leaves, and walked to the water dispenser.

Song Shihui watched the ancient god's suddenly changed attitude.

He thought to himself, "Sure enough...... Sure enough......"

A tsundere person, what he likes most is that others follow him and cling to him.

It's better to tout quietly.

This is what they are most useful for.

This is true even of the three emperors who founded the Federal Empire, the most enlightened emperors throughout the ages.

So, he understood that the other party was using such a move to imply him and the entire black-clothed guard: You must listen to me! Listen to me, it's good!

This made Song Shihui can't help but think of the 'Huayuan Warrior' plan drawn up by his think tank.

Pity......

He thought about it and knew that the plan was not reliable!

Because......

This is not only arrogant, but also moody, turning his face and not recognizing people!

If one is not careful, the horse's fart is slapped on the horse's leg, and it will be difficult to clean up.

The black-clothed guards do not pursue immediate and momentary gains.

The Black Guards only want long-term stability.

Therefore, even if that Huayuan warrior's plan had huge benefits, the black-clothed guard would definitely not adopt it.

When he thought like this, the ancient god was already holding a cup of tea and handed it over: "Guest, please drink tea......"

Song Shihui looked at the cup of tea that was handed over.

Golden tea, bubbling and boiling.

The rich spiritual energy made him can't help but get excited.

He understood that just this cup of tea could reduce his penance by three years!

"Thank you!" He hurriedly thanked.

Ling Ping'an took the opportunity to take a closer look at the leeks sent to the door.

He looked like he was about forty-four or five.

The whole body is cleaned up very clean and neat.

In the pocket of the trench coat, there seems to be something.

Upon closer inspection, Ling Ping recognized it.

It was a musical instrument.

Use up!

"Sure enough, it's petty bourgeoisie!" Ling Ping'an was more sure of his thoughts.

This thing is a very old musical instrument.

There are not many people who can play now, and if they can play, there will be even fewer of them, and the game is exquisite......

It seems that this kind of person is a guest of honor at various music universities.

And, any one of them, it's all a master!

So......

Ling Ping'an guessed that this was probably a rich man who had money in his pocket and began to chase something different.

He should be an Internet upstart or ...... above the middle class Executives in the financial sector!

Only such people have the leisure time and resources to fiddle with such hobbies.

Ordinary people, where is the patience and money to play these?

Thinking in this way, the heart of spiritual peace is on fire!