I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 72: Ultimatum

　　 Zhang Hui looked at a small book placed in front of her.

　　 The requirements of the target are recorded on the books.

　　 Article 1: Require that relevant parties be held accountable.

　　 Article 2: The parties concerned must give an explanation.

　　 Article 3: It must be ensured that similar things do not happen again.

　　 Zhang Hui swallowed.

　　As the Minister of Internal Affairs, he is too familiar with the format of these requirements.

　　 Ultimatum!

　　 This is an ultimatum!

　　 subtext, no doubt.

　　Acquire the responsibility of the relevant parties (if you can’t hold them, I will hold them accountable), the relevant parties must give an explanation (if you can’t, I’ll give them!), and you must ensure that similar things do not happen again (if it happens again, I cannot guarantee Will there be any accidents!).

　　 Except for no deadline, this is almost the original text of an ultimatum issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Federal Empire to a foreign country.

　　 Generally speaking, once this ultimatum is issued.

　　 is equivalent to the Federal Empire entering the wartime mobilization system.

　　The huge army, navy and air force is assembled.

　　 All orbital guns on the space-synchronized orbit enter the wake-up charging mode.

　　All strategic weapons of the strategic forces enter the firing state.

　　 If the opponent cannot give a satisfactory answer within the specified time, the war will be unstoppable.

　　Although, the Federal Empire has not issued such an ultimatum for almost two hundred years.

　　 But this diplomatic format is still easy for everyone to see.

　　So...

　　 Zhang Hui swallowed.

　　His eyes seemed to see the monsters in the mist, gathering under the orders of their master.

　　 on the ceiling, under the floor, in the cracks in the wall, on the bookshelf.

　　 A horrible and weird thing crawls under that foot.

　　 He sits on a emptiness and sacred throne, overlooking the world.

　　 Between his fingers, he held the fragile and innocent planet.

　　 The fire in his eye sockets has burst out, enveloping this innocent planet.

　　 "Survival or destruction?!"

　　"Please choose!"

　　 The answer once I get is no.

　　Countless monsters came out.

　　 The whole world is falling apart.

　　 No inch of land can be spared.

　　No creature can escape.

　　 This is almost a certain future.

　　Zhang Hui knew it well, because he had faced the terrifying misty lair.

　　 also witnessed his mighty power with his own eyes.

　　 two sentences... and two sentences that have gone through layers of protection and filtering, which made him almost impossible to recover.

　　 A swipe of the phone will pre-order his soul.

　　 That is an unheard of ability.

　　 is also an unimaginable force.

　　 He raised his head and looked at the police officer in front of him.

　　 This police officer is just an ordinary person, but he has some knowledge about the affairs of the black guard.

　　 So, he seems to have a burly body, sitting on a chair, but fidgeting.

　　 "Does he have any other requirements?" Zhang Hui tried to make her tone as peaceful as possible.

　　 "Report your Excellency!" The police officer saluted the report immediately: "The son, after hearing that the suspect is dead, calmly told me: Since he has paid the price, then I will no longer hold him accountable. Up!"

　　 "Huh?" Zhang Hui's brow furrowed into the word Sichuan.

　　 "Not long after I left..." The police officer immediately added, "I received a call from the son, and the son said, please make me apologize anonymously to the parents, wives and children of the deceased, and donate four thousand four thousand and four anonymously. One hundred and forty-four Chinese yuan..."

　　"Four thousand four hundred and forty-four Chinese yuan?" Zhang Hui's heart jumped uncomfortably, and his calves trembled because of this number.

　　 because he recalled the forensic statement in his mind: it has been determined that the frequency of these psionic disturbances is related to a certain curse...

　　Perhaps, its bloodline, heirs and ancestors may have been cursed.

　　 I don’t know the type of curse...

　　 But for sure, they will die miserably!

　　 So... that person still said these things when he knew the werewolf's end, did he mean something else?

　　4444? Stubbornly?

　　 or can be understood as: My patience is limited.

　　 Have you seen those wolf cubs?

　　Do you want to be like them?

　　If you think, don’t listen to me.

　　 Zhang Hui finally had no more hesitation.

　　 He said to the burly police officer: "Thanks for your hard work! Please go down!"

　　 The other party saluted Zhang Hui, and then turned away.

　　 Zhang Hui watched him leave.

　　 Then he picked up a red phone on the table and dialed it.

　　"I am Zhang Hui!" He said: "Take the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

　　 After a while, the voice of the Liaison Officer of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came across the phone.

　　 Zhang Hui grimly gave his order.

　　……………………………………

　　Ling closed the shop before nine o'clock in safety.

　　 The main reason is that he was worried, and the murder case had a bad influence.

　　 If it is known by the neighbors, it is more likely to affect the bookstore’s valuation.

　　 Although he said, he didn't plan to sell it either.

　　 but......

　　The value of real estate is the same as the number in the bank card of the rich.

　　 It's cool just to look at it.

　　 At least, with the valuation, Lingping will be able to classify himself into the middle class with peace of mind.

　　 instead of relying on federal empire subsidies to eat rice bugs waiting to die.

　　 locked the rolling gate, Ling Ping sighed: "Fortunately it is evening...no one..."

　　"Fortunately, Mr. Officer came quickly and left quickly!"

　　 "Otherwise, the neighbors will probably know that I killed someone..."

　　 "Hurry up and clean it!" He said, "Otherwise, it will leave blood or something~ IndoMTL.com~ If a customer visits tomorrow, wouldn't it be bad?!"

　　 So, he was going to find a mop and detergent to clean the blood stains on the floor.

　　 Anyway, the officers have already left.

　　 At the scene, they did not explain to protect.

　　 But when he walked to the counter, he was stunned.

　　 The ground is very clean.

　　Don't mention blood stains, there are no traces at all.

　　 "Huh?" Ling Ping scratched his head, and he began to remember the evening.

　　 He remembers clearly that the Gentile shed a lot of blood.

　　 "Could it be Mr. Officer who helped me clean up?" He questioned.

　　 can only have this explanation.

　　Think about it carefully, and only those professionals can completely clean up blood stains.

　　 So, the young bookstore owner, happily like an eight-year-old kid.

　　………………………………

　　 the hinterland of Qin and Lu.

　　 A hidden deep mountain, an old castle stands in the canyon.

　　 At this time, it was late at night.

　　 The hall of the castle is pitch black and extremely quiet.

　　 There is only one oil lamp, burning on the chairs.

　　 There are 13 chairs in total.

The 　　 is ring-shaped, distributed in this vast hall.

　　 But there is an oil lamp on a chair, but I don’t know what it is, it has gone out.

　　The oil lamps fell to the ground and shattered.

　　 A crow flew in from the window of the castle.

　　 It patrolled the entire hall.

　　 Suddenly, what it saw.

　　 immediately screamed: "The fate lamp is off! The fate lamp is off!"

　　 So, the whole castle came to life.