I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 454: The Adventures of 10-character Poe (1)

Lingping looked at the time on the phone.

Ten thirty in the evening.

The moon is black and the wind is high, and the street lights on the roadside seem to be flickering because of disrepair.

The lights flash and dim.

Deep in the alley of the street, vaguely, there is the whimper of wild cats.

In the distant woodland, there seems to be an owl roaring low.

Most of the shops on both sides of the road have closed.

Only a few cracks in the door can still see a slight light.

At the front intersection, a rusty street sign hung on a telephone pole.

It says "Northern Road" and there are directions.

Lingping scratched his head and looked at the sparse buildings on both sides of the road.

"It turns out that this is a place to sell phantom instruments..."

The shops on the roadside are basically shroud shops and paper money shops.

At the intersection, you can see piles of burnt paper money.

In many places, there are still incense sticks.

Think about it carefully, he also understands.

"Probably, this place has always been the place where the imperial capital people buy and sell funeral supplies..."

"It's also because of this, that's why there is the legend of Cross Slope!"

He can understand.

In history, every capital city has a legend of the underworld.

The big men live in high houses and are buried in famous mountains.

The most famous is Beiman Mountain in Luoyang.

It is said that hundreds of emperors and countless celebrities are buried inside.

So, it is normal that the Imperial Capital also has a Beiman Mountain.

That’s...

"Why is there no public information on this website?" Lingping felt a little puzzled: "Isn't this fostering feudal superstition?!"

However, Lingping changed his mind and shrugged: "Maybe it was on purpose!"

This is easy to understand.

Any city hopes to attract tourists, and then be happy with the tourists’ bad money.

The Imperial Capital is of course no exception.

Although, as the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, the emperor does not lack tourist attractions.

But who would think that there is little money?

The official system of the Federal Empire attaches great importance to political performance.

Whether it is the Republican or the Great Harmony in power.

When they choose officials, they give priority to officials with good political performance.

After all, no one wants to see that he has worked so hard and defeated his opponent, but in the end he chose a pig, messed up the matter, and finally took the blame.

Basically, in an election campaign, once an unknown hat is put on, it is difficult to turn over.

At least, there is no way to stand up locally.

Therefore, whether it is the Datong School or the Republican School.

There are dedicated teams that specialize in the files of officials at all levels.

After striving to win, you can choose a competent official to consolidate your advantage.

Therefore, officials of the Federal Empire are very concerned about their political achievements and style.

With some means, it's not surprising.

Developing the economy, it's not shabby!

Thinking about this, Lingping walked slowly to an old stone arch bridge.

In front of the stone arch bridge, pull the cordon and block wood.

Through the faint moonlight, Lingping saw the red warning signs hanging on the blocking wood: The dangerous bridge ahead, no traffic!

He scratched his head and stopped moving forward.

Although, in his eyes, the stone arch bridge should be quite strong.

But he won't have any chances, and he won't even try the law when he knows there are warnings.

This is not only irresponsible to oneself, but also irresponsible to others.

If something goes wrong, someone has to be rescued.

Maybe, it may also put young police and firefighters at risk.

Lingping has always felt that one's own fate is fate, and the fate of others is also fate.

After all, everyone is human, with parents, brothers and sisters.

Why make others pay for their own recklessness and impulse?

Anyway, Lingping won't.

So, before blocking the wood, he just bypassed.

Since the road is not open, try to find another place.

If it doesn't work, it won't pass.

No matter how fun the Haunted Mansion is, he will not risk his own life and the lives of others.

This is not timid.

It is responsible.

……………………………………

Zhang Hui looked at the surveillance.

More than ten small military rotary-wing drones hovering at high altitude.

These federal empire’s most advanced reconnaissance drones carry the latest cameras with extremely high resolution. It is said that even the activities of ants on the ground can be seen clearly.

At each intersection, the high-definition surveillance cameras have been turned.

So, on the big screen, countless real-time images from different angles were cast.

"Why did he get here?" Zhang Hui thought.

Shizi Slope is considered the top secret of the Federal Empire.

Folk legends and rumors are mostly smoke bombs released by the black guard.

The purpose is to prevent curious babies from approaching that area.

So far, the effect is still very good.

Most citizens will avoid the cross slope.

Occasionally, a few people died, and they were scared to death in the marginal area, and then rescued by the black guard.

Then these people further magnified the legend of Cross Slope.

By now, except for a few who are really not afraid of death and those who like eyeballs, no normal person will approach the cross **** for no reason.

Just...

Why is this guy here?

Zhang Hui frowned.

While under surveillance, the cat holding him wandered on the edge of the northern road.

He didn't choose to take a shortcut, past the stone arch bridge.

Why is this?

The omniscient and almighty, why did he choose this way?

Zhang Hui doesn't know.

"There must be a deep meaning in this!" Zhang Hui thought: "Perhaps, this can reveal some of his behavioral logic!"

So, Zhang Hui concentrated all his attention and carefully examined the surveillance screen, not missing any detail.

At the same time, he pressed a button.

Connect with Li Shouyi who is patrolling in Kunlun Mountain.

Li Shouyi has been online, waiting for Zhang Hui to contact him.

As soon as Ling Ping walked out of Luming Villa, the captain of the black-clothed guard was always on the line to keep an eye on the situation.

So, Li Shouyi's voice soon reached Zhang Hui's ears through a special microphone.

"General Zhang...what happened to him?"

Zhang Hui stared at the screen while briefly explaining the situation.

Li Shouyi listened, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Since he is willing to let us see..."

"Then watch it!"

Zhang Hui suddenly woke up.

Yes!

He wants you to see, you can see.

If He doesn't want to, no matter how advanced the equipment is, it is impossible to see His shadow.

So...

Zhang Hui immediately eliminated several questions that she had guessed in her mind.

In the end, there was only one thought in his mind.

"He wants to take this opportunity to tell us something?"

This is the only truth.

It is also the only possibility!

That's wrong, how can these drones and cameras capture him?

So, Zhang Hui remembered the origins of Cross Slope, and his heart thumped.

"The Governor, what do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

But Li Shouyi has quietly disconnected.

……………………

Chu Wen drove his car and parked in the alley at the end of North Road.

He checked the time.

It's ten forty in the evening!

The street lights in the alley flashed one after another.

Ziz...Ziz...

There is a sound of electricity.

In the distance, the wild cat is howling low and screaming.

Vaguely, there seems to be an owl whimpering in the forest.

The whisper of a ghost who has died unjustly, like a wailing in hell.

He opened the door of the car, took a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a hard breath.

"Mother!" He shook his head: "I hope that guy doesn't come!"

"Otherwise it will be in trouble!"

As an extraordinary person, he can feel that the cold aura is slowly gathering towards the cross **** several kilometers away.

Wait until midnight, even if you are standing in the alley of this northern road, you may encounter some unknown evil.

In the extraordinary circles of the imperial capital, there is a legend circulating.

According to legend, there was a lieutenant colonel who entered the cross **** at midnight.

The next day, his body was found in an underground dark room in Qilipu.

There are no scars on the body surface.

He has a smile on his face, but his eyes filled with panic.

It's incredibly weird and terrifying.

Everyone who has seen the death of that person suffered accidents one after another in the following year.

Therefore, even the extraordinary do not dare to approach the cross slope.

Too evil!

Fortunately, there is a guard in black. Under the power of guard in black, even the evil spirits and ghosts of Cross Slope have to bow their heads.

So, as long as you don’t enter the cross **** after midnight.

Those things won't hurt people.

At most, it's just the little ghosts who accidentally swayed out.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked out of the alley.

The shiny leather boots stepped on the ground of the bluestone road.

Crunch.

A shroud shop at the entrance of the alley suddenly opened the door.

An old man with a good eyebrow and a cane, smiling at him.

Chu Wen quickly bowed his head and arched his hands: "Hello, old man!"

"Young man..." The old man chuckled: "It's so late, you can go back earlier... This is not something you can come here!"

Chu Wen sighed and said, "Old man, I can't help it!"

"A friend came here, I am worried that he will have an accident..."

The old man sighed: "Young man, listen to my advice and take care of yourself!"

Listening to the old man's words, Chu Wen sighed helplessly: "Don't I know it?"

"But there is no way!"

The old man did not answer his words again.

Chu Wen raised his head.

There is no old man in front of him, and no shroud shop.

Only pieces of paper money drifting in the wind and a few white obituaries~IndoMTL.com~ He grabbed an obituary that floated in front of him, looked down, and a photograph of the old man appeared on it.

The old man in the black-and-white photo is dressed well and smiles brilliantly.

Under the obituary, there is the text "Unfilial men and women*, etc., serving as unsuccessful, the disaster will extend the family. The old man was born on July, 2760, and died on September, the winter of 2841, and lived his 70s. There are nine, by decree..."

Chuvington felt a numb scalp, and boundless terror rose from the bottom of my heart.

"I just... met a ghost?"

Even ghosts persuaded him to go back.

So...

"I will go back and forget it?" He hesitated.

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