Chapter 1

The territory of the great Xia federal Empire, Guangnan governor District, Jiangcheng city.

A coastal industrial city.

It is famous all over the world for its automobile manufacturing and finishing.

By night, it was almost eleven o'clock.

In the east of Jiangcheng City, in an alley, Ling Ping An looks at the streets that have gradually disappeared, and sighs: "how can this business get worse and worse?"

"Last month, somehow, I still made some water and electricity charges..."

"I didn't even earn water and electricity this month!"

Ling Ping An is the owner of this bookstore called Qiyuan.

The bookstore is open in the alley next to the industrial park in the east of the city, and its business has been so good that it has exploded.

But since Ling Ping'an took over, the business has gone downhill inexplicably.

At first, I can make some money, but I can only earn some living expenses. Now, I have not done a single business in a month.

It's like, since the arrival of lingping'an, the sense of existence of bookstores has become increasingly scarce in this area.

At first, people will still remember that there was a bookstore called Qiyuan, which had a lot of books but was also affordable, and often came to buy books.

Slowly, people don't seem to remember it.

Many people don't seem to know that there is a bookstore in the alley just outside their home.

What's more strange is that the neighbors nearby are familiar with Lingping.

It's warm and cold.

When it comes to buying books, I forget about it.

Fortunately, the store is its own.

So there is no cost, Ling Ping An can also write some online novels, earn some contribution.

In addition to the federal Empire center, there are subsidies and preferential policies for college students to start their own businesses. Therefore, life can still go on.

It's just that there is no business here, which makes lingping'an very difficult.

Pull down the shutter door, Ling Ping'an looks back at his bookstore.

The area is not big. It's only 30 square meters.

There is an old cashier counter at the door. Beside an old cash register, there is an old computer.

In the window behind the counter, there is a photo frame that looks like a family photo.

It's just that the frame is too old, so the photos are yellow and fuzzy, which makes people can't see clearly.

After the counter, a row of bookshelves, neat.

One by one, all books are classified.

There are popular science, teaching auxiliary, and various reference books and bestsellers.

There is no business.

"I have to sell a book this month..." Ling Ping An thought, "otherwise, it would be a failure."

Thinking like this, Ling Ping An couldn't help but feel out his mobile phone.

"Today there is wine, today is drunk, tomorrow's sorrow comes, tomorrow's sorrow..."

"Why do you think so much?"

"Play the game first!"

Playing games is his biggest hobby, not one of them.

But I don't know whether he was careless or for some reason. In short, his mobile phone snapped and fell to the ground.

Ling Ping'an goes to pick it up.

But his counter is a very old-fashioned one, and the space under the counter is very small, so when he picked up his mobile phone, his head touched something under the desk under the counter.

Click!

A gray thing fell into Lingping's eyes.

It's a ball the size of a thumb.

It's like it's made of wood. The surface is painted with some indescribable pigments. It looks strange.

Ling Ping An took it and sat on the chair. It felt that this thing should have been stuck under the table of this counter a long time ago.

"This is My parents put it under this counter? Or did she put it under the counter? " Ling Ping'an murmured to himself.

This bookstore is the legacy of his parents.

However, when his parents left, he was only 10 years old, so the store and other inheritance of his parents were managed by his aunt.

It was not until he graduated from university that his aunt returned these things to him.

With this doubt, Ling Ping An holds the ball, and after careful observation, it seems that its appearance is a closed pupil.

What's more, it seems that this thing can be turned off!

He tried to turn the ball gently and twist in one direction.

Something surprised him.

With his wriggling, the pupil, which seemed to be closed, began to open slowly.

"The design Wonderful Spirit peace can't help but praise.

Click.

As he twisted open, something inside the ball seemed to be activated.

A sharp knife, stretched out from the inside of the ball, broke Lingping's finger, took a drop of blood, and then retracted back again!"Ouch Ling Ping'an cried out in pain and quickly held hands and blew it up.

But the ball, when he did not pay attention, automatically opened to all sides, revealing the things hidden inside.

A yellow piece of paper of unknown material.

When Ling Ping An found out, the note had been glued to his hand, as if there was glue.

He opened the note curiously, and found that there was a clerical script in it, with an inexplicable poem.

He couldn't help but read out in a low voice: "I'm a fool in the gentle country, blind in Nanke's dream. Today I know that I am I, crossing the world in a boat!"

"What?" Make complaints about it. "It's neither rhyme nor aesthetic, nor is there any logical poem. Who wrote it?"

"No wonder it's hidden!"

but he make complaints about it.

I felt the darkness in front of me, and my eyes sank into the darkness.

The whole person is stupidly sitting on the counter.

The paper on my hand burns without fire.

Soon it turned into ashes and fell on him.

At this time, the whole Bookstore inside and outside, wolf cry ghost howl.

The nameless fog, overflowing from his body, permeated inside and outside the bookstore.

There seems to be something creeping in the wall of the bookstore, inside the poster.

The rustling babble is like the whispering of galaxies against the background of stars.

Tentacle like things, from the ground to the bookshelves of the bookstore, and then into a book.

They secrete a thick, pitch like liquid that drags all bookshelves into an invisible abyss.

And then these things whisper.

The language of terror and taboo.

The thick fog diffuses from the outside of the bookstore, shielding all visions and cutting the whole bookstore from the world.

A strange pupil appears on the glass door of the bookstore.

He opened it slowly and saw everything in the bookstore, making everything quiet. He also blocked all the anomalies, and then slowly disappeared in the door. The bookstore returned to normal. Everything was the same as just now, except for the inexplicable fog outside the door.

And spiritual peace wakes up from dullness.

He seemed to have forgotten all that had just happened.

"What have I just done?" "Why can't I remember?" he asked himself

"Forget it Forget it... " Thought for a while, really can't remember him, picked up the mobile phone: "play the game!"

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Holding the short blade tightly, Han Li suddenly turned back and stabbed in the dark air.

"Ah...!" A ghost head of the monster, from the dark, dark green blood, trickling down.

Han Li kicked it on the chest, then pulled out the short blade, poured the spirit power into it, and chopped forward.

Among the short blades, a dazzling light burst out.

A monster with two wings on its back struggled in the light

Han Li walked to it without expression and whispered: "rest in peace!"

The short blade pierces its heart, and the monster turns to ashes.

With the temporary death of the monster, a demon hunting battle also declared a temporary end.

But Han Li knew that they would still appear.

Monsters can't be killed only!

Put the short blade back into the scabbard around his waist, and Han Li squatted on the ground and gasped for breath.

Under the black combat suit, the skin is cracking a little bit.

She took a medicine bottle from her waist, poured out some green pills and swallowed them with her head up.

Split skin, a little bit of healing, the pain also gradually away.

However, Han Li knew that one day his body would collapse because he used too much spiritual power.

At that time, she will also become a member of the monster, become the nightmare of the world.

This is the fate of the demon hunter.

It is also the sorrow of the world.

She looked up, and saw the front of the street, thick fog, covering everything.

In the fog, there is only one light that flickers.

Han Li stood up and firmly grasped the short blade in his waist and stepped into the fog.

This is the devil hunter's mission - unknown investigation, kill the monster.

Along the fog, Han Li went straight ahead to the place where the light was.

Everything ahead is so quiet.

Only the light in the fog guides her forward.

Soon, Han Li went to where the lights were.

The light coming out of the closed door.

Han Li looked up and looked at the building in front of him. It was an old building with three floors.

On the mottled brick wall, covered with dust, a signboard came into view: "Qiyuan bookstore?"She frowned slightly: "east of the city, but there is no Bookstore called Qiyuan?"

As one of the few living demon hunters in Donglin City, Han Li remembers the name of every shop in the city.

What's more, this bookstore appears in such a strange fog.

She felt it necessary to investigate.

So she went up and knocked on the door of the shop: "is anybody there?"

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"Is anyone there?" Just after playing a game, is hesitating to play another, Ling Ping An hears a female voice outside the shop door.

"Who?" Ling Ping An stood up, went to the door and pulled up the rolling gate.

He saw a tall woman in a strange tight black dress, a felt hat and a black silk mask on her face standing at his door.

"Role play?" Spirit Ping An thought, also did not put on the heart.

But

"Why is the fog outside?" Ling Ping'an was puzzled. He clearly remembered that before he closed the door, although the alleys outside were as quiet as before, and there was no personal shadow, the street lamps were still on. Moreover, the moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the moon was very big.

How long has this been!

There was a thick fog outside, and the light of the street lamp could not be seen.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the weather is becoming more and more abnormal these days.

It often rains for half a month, and it will dry for two months.

"Excuse me..." Lingping looked at the woman in front of her and asked, "are you coming to buy books?"

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Han Li looks at the man in front of him.

He looked very thin, ordinary, as if one finger could strangle him.

But

His face was shrouded in an invisible mist, with only a pair of metal framed glasses exposed.

Two thin lenses, is a pair of dark eyes, a kind of palpitating fire, flickering in it.

It made her swallow.

The tension and uneasiness in the heart is climbing to the top.

Fortunately, Han Li is a hunter who wanders in danger and terror. He has seen countless terrifying and numbing things in the world.

So she knew that in the face of this unprecedented situation, she should be calm and try to avoid irritating the presence.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. In the most peaceful tone, she asked, "do you sell books here?"

She took her eyes carefully and looked at the man behind her.

All she saw was a space as vast, dark and silent as an abyss.

There seems to be a certain kind of uneasiness surrounding people.

It seems that a pair of strange pupil, peeping in the dark, maliciously looking at her.

What bookstore is this?

Clearly is the nightmare of hell, the devil's nest!

Han Li's face turned pale in an instant. Her nervousness and uneasiness filled her body and mind immediately.

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Ling Ping An looks at the woman in front of her.

Some are hard to understand.

"Why is she so nervous?"

"It's just a book. What a big deal? It's just like being a thief. It's neurotic... "

Looking at her dress up again, Ling Ping'an laughs. She understands it and laughs: "guest, I have the book you want here..."

"Do you want to see it?"

In recent years, with the popularity of various animation and e-sports, role-playing has gradually become popular.

Many lovely little sisters make a lot of money.

However, there are still many parents who think that playing role-playing is immoral and unethical.

The woman in front of her is mostly the one who loves role playing, but is opposed by her parents and can only learn to dress up secretly?

It can be seen from the way she looks.

Although it seems to be the intention of dressing up, but in fact, even the layman of spiritual peace can see.

There is no essence!

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Han Li raised his head and looked at the blurred face in front of him, as if all his secrets were peeped through.

She swallowed hard and nodded cautiously.

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"Guests, please wait a moment!" Ling Ping'an turns to the bookshelf.

All the way to the end of the bookshelf, he carefully picked out one from a row of reference books.

He looked at the title carefully.

"The secret of role playing" is a very authoritative federal role-playing work. There are many exquisite illustrations. More importantly, it also has a tutorial, which is very suitable for novices to read.With this book, Ling Ping An went to the guest and handed it over: "guest, you can have a look This book should be very suitable for your current needs... "

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Han Li watched the man with a vague face and turned to a dark abyss.

As he walked into the abyss, Han Li saw something like asphalt wriggling in the abyss. Then, the figure of the man disappeared completely in his sight.

Han Li is trying to seize this opportunity to escape from this terrible and strange place.

However, she just looked back and saw that on the door when she came, it seemed that a pair of Twisted Evil pupils were waiting for her.

Suddenly, she didn't even dare to move.

Can only stand in the same place.

A moment later, Han Li saw that the figure of the man came out of the darkness.

In his hand was a strange red book.

The cover of the book is blood red. It seems that there is blood gushing from it. In a trance, Han Li sees things like blood vessels, which are densely distributed among them.

He handed the book directly, and his tone was as easy-going as a real bookstore owner: "guest, you can have a look This book should be very suitable for your current needs... "

But when Han Li heard this, he only felt that it was an order.

If she doesn't look It's going to die.

Han Li had no choice but to reach out and take over the red book, which was not a good thing. Her palm immediately felt the hot temperature.

In that book, there seems to be something like magma flowing.

Trembling, she lowered her head and looked carefully at the cover of the book.

Countless nonsense, suddenly filled her brain.

Therefore, she also knew the name of the book, the report on the investigation of the lower abyss.

A book about taboo knowledge.

Han Li shook his hands and opened the cover of the book. Black worms were wriggling in the pages of the book. They were combined into strange and terrible words, outlining a pair of taboo pictures.

From the nightmare of hell, in the ear reverberates.

Put those terrible words and taboo pictures into Han Li's brain.

Therefore, Han Li knew what knowledge was carried by those terrible words and taboo pictures?

This is a book recording the taboo knowledge of more than 100 kinds of ghosts and evil spirits.

The book not only records the taboo knowledge of ghosts and evil spirits, but also the knowledge of how to deprive them of their power, make medicine and take them in special ways.

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Ling Ping An looks in front of her, because she finally gets the professional books she wants. The girl who trembles to cry is also very happy in her heart.

Everyone has hobbies.

For example, he always likes to write some online novels. Although he has been on the street and has not made any money, he is often ridiculed by people who know it.

But like is like.

As long as it doesn't affect others and social order and good customs, lingping'an thinks that outsiders should not point out other people's personal interests and hobbies.

With this experience, he had some empathy, and he knew how to feel.

So he went to the water dispenser, poured a glass of water, handed it to the woman in black, and said softly, "how do you like it?"

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It's hard for Han Li to describe his mood at the moment.

Scared?

Fear?

Happy?

Happiness?

She doesn't know.

But one thing she knew was that the book she was holding now was the hope of the world.

The hope of bringing the deformed world after the cataclysm back on track.

Let the world return to the hope of the golden age in the mouth of our fathers.

One has no ghosts, no evil spirits.

A girl of her age can be free to read, socialize and fall in love on campus.

Not now.

A world of disintegration, in which all people live in fear and nightmare.

And people like her have to shoulder the last hope of mankind.

Walking in terror and danger, carrying the consequences of distortion at any time and anywhere.

"How about it? Do you like it? " Soft male voice came from the ear, and a glass of water was handed to the eyes.

Han Li raised his head and saw that the face of the fuzzy man in the dark eyes, the flame in the rise.

She quickly to each other, deep bow: "thank you, I like this book very much!"

"Excuse me..." Han Li raised his head and sincerely asked, "what price should I pay to get it?"

…………………………Ling Ping An smiles at the girl in front of her, full of the second breath.

"It's too deep in the play." He thought.

But he didn't mean to laugh or ridicule at all.

Young people, who hasn't been in secondary school?

Therefore, he just quoted the price honestly: "Chenghui, 55 yuan!"

A very reasonable price.

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Cold Li's mood, incomparably nervous.

She knew that there was nothing in the world and there was no cost.

Just like the devil hunter, in order to hunt ghosts and evil spirits, they have to seal a ghost or evil spirit inside their bodies.

With their power, to expel ghosts and evil spirits.

But the result is often, sealed in the body of the ghost, broken seal.

Demon hunters become human nightmares.

But this book, this book of taboos, records the taboo knowledge of more than 100 kinds of ghosts and spirits, and there are ways to deprive them of their power and then eliminate them completely.

Therefore, Han Li did not know whether he could afford the price.

Uneasy, Han Li heard the other party's reply: "Chenghui, 55 yuan..."

Hearing this answer, Han Li frowned.

Fifty five yuan?

Money?

No way!

She looked at the man in front of her and the abyss behind him.

Does this kind of existence need money this kind of low-grade currency?

I'm afraid it means something.

So, what does he mean by 55 yuan?

Han Li couldn't understand how he thought.

But she really wanted the book in her hands.

So, she blushed, bit her teeth, and painfully removed her short blade from her waist, which was connected with the scabbard.

Put it in front of the man and bowed deeply: "can I exchange this book with you?"

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Ling Ping An looks at the short blade handed by the girl.

This is a knife with extremely exquisite workmanship. The scabbard is wrapped in genuine leather. The handle is inlaid with yellow, green and green stones.

"This is not very good..." Lingping said softly.

This short blade should be the love of the other party.

Ling Ping An knows that role-playing enthusiasts have fanatical feelings for some anime or movie, game character equipment.

Therefore, he guessed that the short blade should be a character's equipment that the girl liked very much.

He can't do such a thing as taking away one's love.

Besides, what's the use of this kind of role play?

As a decoration?

"Please accept it!" The girl bowed deeply.

She seemed to think about it for a moment. She took out a bag of tea like things from her pocket and handed it to her: "this is the most valuable thing I have now besides this spirit blade."

The spirit peace listens, immediately produced some pity.

"Poor child..." He can't help but make up for a child who loves role-playing, but because of parents' opposition, he runs away from home and wanders in the street at night. Finally, he finds a professional book, but he has to pledge what he thinks is the most precious because of his lack of money.

After thinking about it, Ling Ping An finally accepted something from the other party.

"I'll take these two things for you first..." Ling Ping An tried to use the most gentle tone and said to the other party: "you can take the book first..."

"Go home early..."

"My family should be looking for you..."

Han Li raised his head and looked at the man whose face was blurred. The flame in his eyes was extinguished a little bit.

"Is this a farewell?" She thought.

So he bowed deeply, grabbed the book in his hand and turned around in fear.

The evil pupil at the door has disappeared.

Han Li took a deep breath and walked forward bravely.

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Seeing the girl in black, she went out the door.

Ling Ping An will pledge the other side of the short blade and the bag seems to be tea things, put in the counter, lock.

Then he went to the rolling gate and looked outside.

Still a thick fog, can only vaguely see the girl in black, walking in the fog.

After thinking about it, it's so late and the fog is so heavy.

The girl looks like she's seventeen or eighteen at the most.

There are some worries in my heart - although the public security in Jiangcheng city has been very good.

But such a girl, walking alone in such a thick fog, after all, is not very safe, in case one foot is empty, fall into what sewer to do?After thinking about it, Ling Ping An picked up a flashlight from the counter and turned it on, and the strong light immediately shone from the flashlight.

So he picked up a flashlight and ran after him.

"Guest Guests... "

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Han Li walked out of the door of the strange bookstore, and immediately felt relieved.

Then, she walked back carefully in the direction of coming.

His hands are tightly holding the book in his hand.

Even if it was hot, her hands were a little sore.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

This makes her some indistinct direction, also can not see clearly the front, can only rely on memory, toward the direction of the time.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Guest Guests... "

Han Li looked back and saw the strange man in the bookstore. He trotted with something and ran to her.

His face, still indistinct, seemed more strange in the thick fog.

In the eyes under the two lenses, the flame was burning like never before, as dazzling as the sun.

"You can't see the direction clearly in such a thick fog..." The strange man put the things in his hand into Han Li's hands: "take this, go home early!"

Han Li takes over the things.

It's a flashlight.

It's very common. It's very common.

Han Li takes it and shines to the front. The fog is illuminated by the electric light, which seems to be sparse.

So that she can finally see the way back.

"So this is the proof to leave here?" Han Li thought, and then turned back to the figure gradually disappearing in the thick fog and bowed deeply: "thank you!"

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