Blind Leek

As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing. 
 
However, customers that were right in the middle of their pubescent crisis kept visiting his store in the dead of night.
 
For the sake of his business, Ling PingAn had to mimic their childish tones, sparing no effort to promote the books in his store.
 
When he finally managed to sell his books after going through a great verbal tug-o-war, each and every one of them said that they don’t have money, and that they wish to use various tools that were seemingly divine artifacts as pledge.
 
Looking at these customers, Ling PingAn could only agree to them resignedly.
 
But little did he know that every single book that these customers purchased from him had altered in appearance.
 
“Secrets of Cosplay” became “Lower Abyss Research Report”
 
“Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension” was in fact “Gospel for Synthetic Beings”
 
What’s more, in the eyes of these customers, he was actually a horrifying ruler of Diablos, an indefinable entity that held the reins of all realms.
 
In this regard, Ling PingAn said, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.
 

I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Following Zhuang Qiu, Zhang Hui walked into the elevator in the haunted residence.

He was surprised when he saw the elevator.

Zhuang Qiu explained with a smile, "This is just an elevator in the physical form..."

"In essence, this is an instinctive reaction of the Netherworld. It's a product of fine-tuning the consciousness of the acting City God..."

"It can lead us to any corner of this Netherworld!"

"You can just understand it as a kind of teleportation magic art!"

Zhang Hui had a rough idea as he listened.

At this moment, the elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

In front of them were rooms that had been cut off. These rooms were hazy and shrouded by the Netherworld's yin energy, so they could not be seen clearly.

When Zhang Hui walked past them, the sound of claws and teeth scratching the walls could be heard from these partitioned rooms.

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