YM778.TV Chapter 61
Chapter 61: An Intuition
Zhang Hui looked at the Ancient Diablo putting down the teacup He was holding. Then He happily paced ahead while humming a popular song of the Federation Empire from a few years ago.
The end of the bookstore was just like what Situ He had said.
A liquid as thick as asphalt seeped at the edge.
In the Deep Abyss, pairs of terrifying evil eyes blinked one after another.
Zhang Hui gulped.
After a deep sigh, he spoke to Situ He in a whisper, “General Situ… ”
“Do you know?” He said, “He seemed to have seen through me just now… ”
“Every word he said was enchanted!”
“As if there were other meanings hidden behind those words…”
Zhang Hui rubbed his neck with lingering fear when he mentioned this.
His neck was drenched with sweat.
“Fortunately,…,” Zhang Hui took out a Talisman from the pocket of his jacket and examined it. The Talisman was just as it was before. Faint spiritual light flowed between the ink stains.
That was the Sound Recording Talisman that the commander-in-chief had specially prepared for him.
It had a unique function. Even in an environment that was isolated from all spiritual energy and violent electromagnetic disturbance, it could still complete the task of collecting the sound from the surroundings.
After making sure that the Sound Recording Talisman was effective, Zhang Hui put it back in his pocket.
The hovering tune that the “Ancient Diablo” was humming gradually disappeared.
Zhang Hui looked up and found that His figure had disappeared into the depths of the Abyss.
Meow!
His pet stopped right at the front of the thick asphalt-like liquid.
Meow!
It purred softly.
Zhang Hui looked at it.
The shadow of a Pyramid was reflected behind the kitten.
Countless figures were prostrating and worshipping around the Pyramid.
That was its past.
It stood up and stretched its body.
Gracefully and elegantly.
Then it walked to the counter, jumped on the chair agilely, and then jumped to the side of the computer at the counter.
That was its present.
It seemed that it preferred the present.
Zhang Hui drew back his gaze at the kitten, then he and Situ He glanced at each other.
Then, he gently pulled Situ He. Both raised their heads at the same time and looked at the ceiling of the bookstore.
A chandelier hung under the ceiling.
It swayed gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.
That was the source of light they saw in the fog.
Vaguely, the shadow of a squid as if it was swimming rapidly in the depths of the ocean flashed past the shadowy side of the ceiling.
Pairs of cold, emotionless compound eyes filled with madness and mysterious glance opened from the tiles on the ceiling.
Zhang Hui and Situ He immediately lowered their heads, losing the guts to look anymore.
Zhang Hui finally confirmed something.
Here, the bookstore in the middle of the night fog.
It was a nest!
There were countless unknown numbers of crazy and terrifying monsters hidden here.
They seemed to be imprisoned or enslaved here by some kind of power, or rather to be said, by the owner of this bookstore.
Of course, there was another possibility.
That, they were the servants of the owner of this bookstore.
They were the guards of this awakened Ancient Diablo.
They served Him, the great ancient ruler.
And, also guarded this indescribably terrifying God.
Both possibilities existed.
But…
Who is Him?
Zhang Hui looked at the kitten on the counter.
He knew that the cat goddess of ancient Egypt might know.
However, he was sure that it would not let out a word.
… … … ..
Ling Pingan hummed as he walked in front of the bookshelf.
He had almost figured out the background and needs of the customer.
A middle-class man who was conservative, powerful, and decisive in the eyes of outsiders.
A typical Republican voter.
Ling Pingan had met many of such people when he was in school.
For example, the principal of his primary school, the class teachers of his middle and high school.
They were usually stern and stubborn.
Showing the cold appearance as if they were an ice-cold stone and ruthless steel.
Working overtime was as normal as daily routines for them.
Tutoring students, monitoring each student’s exam results.
They were like machines, no matter during work or life.
But in fact, this kind of person is usually the most vulnerable.
Because of the impression of a steel man, that they show others on the outside.
In order to maintain this impression, they have to constantly strengthen themselves.
How would they be able to assure their mental health well-being in such circumstances?
For example, Ling Pingan’s junior high school teacher had committed suicide.
The reason for his suicide was that the high school enrolment rate in the class he had led back then was not ideal.
This stubborn and proud teacher could not accept the fact.
In his suicide note, he admitted that he felt ashamed to face the parents, much less the students.
He had let down the country and the Emperor.
He had no choice but to die.
Only death could atone for his sins!
Even now, Ling Pingan was unable to understand his act of committing suicide.
However, the hilarious part was that after the teacher died, he was awarded the ‘Outstanding Teacher of the Federation’ and received the ‘National Medal of Education’.
Before this, the class that the teacher was in-charge of had led had an average enrolment rate of 80%.
Among them, the enrolment rate towards an A grade high schools had once reached an outstanding percentage of 40%.
However, he did not receive any honor for that.
On the contrary, he had them all after his death.
Ling Pingan had a feeling that the new customer was probably similar to his junior high school teacher.
He should be a middle-aged man with a heavy sense of responsibility and heavy household pressure.
The heavy pressure of life made his sideburns turned a little grey.
But for the sake of their family, and their personal impression.
They held on.
But even machines would wear out.
The seemingly solid steel cables would corrode completely if no one maintained them regularly.
Let alone humans.
Ling Ping An felt that such people should laugh more often.
The more they laugh, the less pressure they would feel.
Of course, it was best to see a psychiatrist regularly.
However…
It was not appropriate to say such things directly!
“Maybe I can try to beat around the bush and give some hint…”
“As for whether he’ll listen to me…”
“That would be his choice…”
After all, they were just acquaintances, and it was best not to talk too much.
Even if they were remarkably familiar with each other, such words were not to be said casually.
With this thought in mind, Ling Pingan pulled out a brand-new book from the bookshelf.
The Introduction to Meditation.
It was a book that teaches people to relax through meditation and relieve stress.
Ling Ping An had read some of it. In general, it was about closing one’s eyes and meditating every day to relax one’s mood and spirit.
However, these things were useless to him.
All because he did not have any terms of stress.
The monthly stipend from the Federal Hub was enough to keep him happy.
So, he kept the bookstore running no matter how bad the business.
Even if there weren’t any customers, he wasn’t stressed.
He enjoyed it.
For him, it was great to be able to laze around, play games and write novels without any worries every day!
He didn’t want things to change.
He could muddle through life.
Why does he have to struggle for a living?
What was the point of struggling for a living?
Just like that customer, which was already suffocated by the pressure of life just in his forties. Yet, he still had to pretend that everything was fine?
He didn’t want to be like that man!
“I have a feeling…” Ling Pingan held the book in his hand. “I will be able to sell this book today!”
“And earn the first bucket of gold this month!”
Ling Pingan was very satisfied.
After experiencing zero income for almost a month, he was satisfied even if he only sold one book and earned 20 to 30 bucks!
At the very least, he had earned the day’s utility bills!