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

The people of the blackguard moved very quickly.

In a short while, the support teams that had long been prepared quickly entered the place.

Under Ning Qinghong's command, they quickly cleared the area.

A large number of the Memorial Hall's own staff set up a cordon in this area.

Then, they put up maintenance warning signs at all the exits.

There were also armed military police standing guard at the entrance and inside the exhibition hall.

Ning Qinghong had already put on special protective gloves.

A few staff members carried a special detection device and walked around the man who was still lying on the ground.

Her adjutant held a tablet and said beside her, "General, we've found out everything!"

A Good Show Was About to Begin