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

To be honest, Ling Ping'an was also a little flustered.

Especially the moment he turned his head to look over.

Wherever they passed, people would fall.

A few security personnel wanted to interfere, but their bodies were directly pierced and strung up like candied haws.

There were even people who swelled up like mountains of meat.

Copper coins were thrown out of their hands and turned into shackles.

This was a situation he had never encountered before.

It was also the first time he had seen such a thing.

"So a celestial technique does exist!" He sighed.

For a moment, he did not know how to deal with it.

After all, he did not know how to draw talismans and had not even read any scriptures.

Whoever offend the Heavens, shall be dismembered!