Zhang Hui looked at the ancient god, put down the tea cup in his hand, paced happily, hummed a popular song from the Federal Empire in the past few years, and walked forward.
The end of this bookstore is as Situ He said.
Asphalt-like thick liquid slowly flows around the edge.
In the deep abyss, pairs of terrifying evil eyes opened and closed one after another.
He swallowed hard.
Sighing deeply, he whispered to Situ He: "General Situ..."
"Do you know?" He said, "I just seemed to have been seen through by Him..."
"Every word He spoke was magical!"
"There seems to be another hidden meaning..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Hui touched his neck with lingering fear.
There, I was already sweating profusely.
"Fortunately..." Zhang Hui took out a piece of talisman paper from the pocket of his formal jacket and looked at it. The talisman paper was not moved at all, and a little bit of obscure spiritual light flowed between the ink marks.
This is the note specially prepared for him by the governor.
It has a special function. Even in an environment where all spiritual energy is isolated and there is violent electromagnetic disturbance, it can complete the task of collecting surrounding sounds.
After just one glance and confirming that the note was valid, Zhang Hui put it back.
In my ears, the voice of the 'Ancient God' humming a tune gradually disappeared into nothingness.
Zhang Hui looked up and found that his figure had disappeared into the depths of the abyss.
Meow!
His pet stayed in front of that asphalt-thick edge.
Meow!
He called softly.
Zhang Hui looked at him.
Behind the kitten, the shadow of the pyramid was reflected.
Countless figures were prostrate and worshiping.
That is His past.
He stood up and stretched.
Beautiful and elegant.
Then he walked to the counter, jumped onto the chair nimbly, and then jumped to the computer on the counter.
This is His present.
It seems that He prefers the present.
Zhang Hui looked away and looked at Situ He.
Then, he gently pulled Situ He, and the two of them raised their heads and looked at the ceiling of the bookstore.
A chandelier hangs from the ceiling.
Swaying gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.
This was the source of the light they saw in the fog.
Faintly, like a squid swimming fast in the depths of the ocean, it flashed from the shadow of the ceiling.
A pair of cold and ruthless compound eyes, full of madness and weirdness, opened from the tiles on the ceiling.
Zhang Hui and Situ He immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look again.
And Zhang Hui finally confirmed it.
Here, in this bookstore in the fog late at night.
It's a lair!
There are countless crazy and terrifying monsters lurking inside.
They seem to be imprisoned or enslaved here by some kind of force, or the owner of this bookstore.
Of course, it's possible.
They are the slaves of the owner of this bookstore.
They were the former guards of this awakened ancient god.
They serve Him, the great ancient Lord.
And guard Him, the indescribably terrible god.
Both possibilities exist.
but…
Who is He
Zhang Hui looked at the kitten on the counter.
He knew, and the ancient Egyptian cat goddess probably knew.
However, He could not have said that.
…
Lingpingan hummed a tune and walked in front of the bookshelf.
He has almost figured out the customer's background and needs.
A middle-class person who is conservative, powerful and decisive in the eyes of outsiders.
Typical Republican voter.
As for this kind of people, I met a lot of people like this when Lingpingan was in school.
For example, the principal of his elementary school, and the head teacher of his junior high school and high school.
Usually serious and stubborn.
It looks like a cold stone, ruthless steel.
Working overtime is as normal as eating and drinking.
Provide tutoring to students and keep an eye on each student's test scores.
Work and live like a machine.
But in fact, this kind of person is the most vulnerable.
Because the persona they give to the outside world is that of a tough guy.
In order to maintain this persona, they must constantly strengthen themselves.
Under heavy pressure, who can guarantee their mental health
Like Lingping's junior high school teacher, who later committed suicide.
The reason for committing suicide was that the enrollment rate in the class he taught was not ideal.
The stubborn and proud head teacher couldn't accept it.
He admitted in his suicide note that he did not dare to face the parents of the students, let alone the students.
He was sorry for the country and the emperor.
He had no choice but to die.
Only death can atone for sin!
Even now, Lingpingan can't understand it.
But the funny thing is that after the death of the head teacher, he was named a 'Federal Outstanding Teacher' and received the 'National Education Medal'.
Before this, the class led by this head teacher had an average admission rate of as high as 80%.
Among them, the admission rate to Category A high schools once reached an exaggerated 40%.
However, he did not receive these honors.
On the contrary, if you die, you will have everything.
In Lingping's view, the new customer was probably similar to his junior high school teacher.
He should be a middle-aged man with a heavy sense of responsibility and a lot of family pressure.
The pressure of life has made his temples a little gray.
But for the family and for my own personality.
They held on.
However, even machines will suffer wear and tear.
Although the steel cable seems to be strong, if no one maintains it regularly, it will be completely corroded by wind and sun for a few years.
What about people
For such people, Lingpingan felt that they should smile more.
The more you smile, the less stressed you will be.
Of course, it is best to see a psychiatrist regularly.
only…
It’s hard to talk about this kind of thing directly!
"I might try to make subtle innuendoes, hints..."
"As for whether he can listen..."
"That's his problem..."
After all, it is just a chance meeting, and the most taboo is to communicate with each other casually.
In fact, even if you are a very familiar person, you cannot say this casually.
Thinking like this, Lingpingan pulled out a brand new book from the bookshelf.
"Introduction to Meditation".
A book that teaches people to relax and relieve stress through meditation.
Lingpingan has read some, generally speaking, close your eyes and meditate every day to relax your mind and soothe your spirit.
However, these are of no use to him.
Because there is no such thing as pressure for him.
The regular monthly allowance from the federal center is enough for him to be happy.
Therefore, no matter how bad the business of the bookstore is, he continues to operate it.
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, play games, code and write novels every day without any worries is really great!
He doesn't want to change.
If you can eat and wait to die, you can win if you lie down.
Why struggle
What is the meaning of struggle
Like that guest, in his forties, he is overwhelmed by the pressure of life, but he still wants to make a fool of himself
Never!
"I have a hunch..." Lingpingan held the book in his hand: "I will definitely be able to sell it today!"
“And make the first pot of gold this month!”
Lingpingan is very contented.
After experiencing almost a month of zero income, now, even if he just sells one book and earns twenty or thirty yuan, he is very satisfied!
At the very least, I paid my utility bill today!