Zhang Hui looked at the ancient god, put down the teacup in his hand, paced happily with small steps, humming a popular golden song from the previous years of the Federal Empire, and walked forward.

The end of this bookstore, as Situ He said.

A liquid as thick as bitumin, slowly flowing around the edges.

In the deep abyss, a pair of terrifying and evil evil pupils opened and closed one after another.

He swallowed heavily.

He sighed deeply and whispered to Situ He: "General Situ ......"

"Did you know?" He said, "I am just as if he has seen through ......."

"Every word He says has magic!"

"It seems to be hiding another meaning......

Speaking of this, Zhang Hui touched his neck with palpitations.

There, already sweating.

"Fortunately, ......" Zhang Hui took out a piece of rune paper from the pocket of his formal jacket and looked at it, the rune paper did not move at all, and a little faint aura flowed between the ink.

This was a note that the Governor had prepared especially for him.

It has a special effect, even in an environment where all aura is cut off and there is a violent electromagnetic disturbance, it can complete the task of collecting the surrounding sounds.

After only one glance and confirming that the note was valid, Zhang Hui put it back.

In my ears, the sound of the 'old gods' humming a little song gradually disappeared.

Zhang Hui looked up and found that his figure had disappeared into the depths of the abyss.

Meow!

His pet, in front of the thick edge of the asphalt.

Meow!

He cried softly.

Zhang Hui looked at him.

Behind the kitten, the phantom of the pyramid is reflected.

Countless figures, prostrate and worship.

That was His past.

He stood up and stretched.

Graceful and elegant.

Then he walked to the counter, jumped nimbly to the chair, and then jumped to the computer at the counter.

This is His present moment.

It seems that He prefers the present.

Zhang Hui retracted his gaze and glanced at Situ He.

Then, he gently pulled Situ He, and the two of them collectively looked up at the ceiling of the bookstore.

A chandelier, hanging under the ceiling.

It swayed gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.

This is where the light source they see in the fog comes from.

Faintly, the figure of a squid swimming rapidly in the depths of the ocean flashed through the shadows of the ceiling.

A pair of cold, ruthless, crazy and strange compound eyes opened from the tiles of the ceiling.

Zhang Hui and Situ He immediately lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at it again.

And Zhang Hui finally confirmed.

Here, this bookstore in the middle of the fog in the middle of the night.

It's a nest!

There are many crazy and terrifying monsters lurking in this.

They seem to be imprisoned or enslaved here by some force, or rather by the owner of this bookstore.

Of course, it is also possible.

They are the slaves of the owner of this bookstore.

It was the former guard of the awakened old god.

They serve Him, the Great Ancient Being.

and defend Him, this indescribably terrible god.

Both possibilities exist.

But......

Who is He?

Zhang Hui looked at the kitten at the counter.

He knew, and the ancient Egyptian cat goddess probably knew.

However, He could not have said it.

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Ling Ping'an hummed a little song 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.

Typical Republican voters.

As for this kind of person, when Lingping was in school, he met a lot.

For example, he is the principal of an elementary school and the head teacher of a junior high school and high school.

Usually serious and stubborn.

It looks like a cold stone, merciless steel.

Working overtime is as normal as eating and drinking.

Give students tuition and keep an eye on every student's test score.

Work and live like a machine.

But in fact, this kind of person is the most vulnerable.

Because they set up people for the outside world, they are tough guys.

In order to maintain this persona, they must constantly strengthen themselves.

Who can guarantee their mental health under pressure?

Like Ling Ping'an's junior high school homeroom teacher, he later committed suicide.

The reason for his suicide was because the promotion rate in the class he led was not ideal.

This stubborn and proud head 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 is sorry for the country, he is sorry for the emperor.

He had no choice but to die.

Only death can atone for sin!

Even now, spiritual peace cannot be understood.

But what is funny is that after the death of the head teacher, he was named a 'Federal Outstanding Teacher' and won the 'National Education Medal'.

Before this, the average admission rate of the class led by the head teacher was as high as eighty percent.

Among them, the admission rate of Class A high schools once reached an exaggerated 40%.

However, he did not receive these honors.

Instead, if you die, you will have it all.

In Ling Ping'an's opinion, the new customer is probably similar to his junior high school homeroom teacher.

He should be a middle-aged man with a strong sense of responsibility and a lot of family pressure.

The weight of life made his sideburns a little white.

But for the sake of the family, but also for his own personality.

They held on.

However, even if it is a machine, there will be wear and tear.

The seemingly sturdy steel cable, if no one regularly maintains it, will corrode clean after a few years of wind and sun.

How much more are people?

For such people, Ling Ping'an felt that they should smile more.

The more you laugh, the less pressure you can have.

Of course, it's a good idea to see a psychiatrist regularly.

It's just that......

It's hard to say this kind of thing directly!

"I might try to knock on the side, hinting at the hint ......"

"As for whether he can listen to it......

"That's his problem......"

After all, it's just a meeting in the water, and the most taboo is to talk about it in a shallow way.

In fact, even if you are a very familiar person, you can't say such things casually.

With this in mind, Ling Ping pulled out a brand new book from the shelf.

Introduction to Meditation.

A book that teaches people to relax, decompress and soothe through meditation.

Ling Ping'an has seen some, generally speaking, closing his eyes and meditating every day to relax his mind and soothe his spirit.

It's just that these don't work for him.

Because there is no such thing as stress.

Every month, the regular allowance from the federal center is enough for him to be happy.

So, even if the bookstore business is bad, he continues to operate.

Even if there is not a single customer, he is not stressed.

On the contrary, he enjoyed it.

For him, this kind of life where he can fish and play games and write novels every day without worries is really great!

He didn't want to change.

can eat and wait for death, lie down and win.

Why struggle?

What is the meaning of struggle?

Like that guest, in his forties, he was overwhelmed by the weight of life, but he still had to slap his swollen face and become fat?

Don't!

"I have a hunch...... Ling Ping'an held the book in his hand: "I will definitely be able to sell it today!" ”

"And earn the first pot of gold of the month!"

Peace of mind is very content.

After experiencing zero income for almost a month, now, even if it is just selling a book and earning twenty or thirty yuan, he is very satisfied!

At the very least, today's utility bills are earned!

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