Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

"West, when you go back, make up a guild rule for me. From now on, everything will be done in accordance with the rules. The first rule of the guild rule is to obey the president's orders unconditionally."

Everyone was a little speechless. If they wanted to seek personal rights for themselves, why should they speak so openly?

If you tell it privately, even if we know, we can't say anything.

Even if you say it in front of us, we dare not say anything.

But it feels awkward to hold it in.

How does it feel to have more than a hundred evil spirits stuck in a minibus?

Although the spirit body has no physical body, it is filled with more than a hundred evil spirits.

It still feels very scary.

"Does our association have room to accommodate so many evil spirits?"

"We have money, let's change places." West said with rosy cheeks.

"Change the place? Do I agree?" Chen Zhao glared at West: "Now that I have some money, I want to change the place. Do you think the association is your home?"

"Um...I'm sorry, President, I didn't think well."

"Forget it this time, remember to report to me next time."

Chen Zhao had long been fed up with that neighborhood, which was simply an insult to his status as a mayor.

From now on, if others ask me who I am, I will say that I am the president of the Supernatural Association.

Where is the office? In such-and-such slum.

Don't be too embarrassed.

"President, what are the requirements for our new headquarters?"

"First of all, it's big enough to accommodate at least this many non-staff members."

"There needs to be a kitchen," Jolene Nash interjected from the front seat.

"There needs to be a bathroom," Bariya said.

Everyone looked at Bariya. They had all seen Bariya stripping...no, it was a war dance.

Can't think too much...can't think too much.

"Want a playground," Moore said.

"Rejected." Chen Zhao said without hesitation: "How old are you, and you still need an amusement park."

"If you reject it, it will at most put you on a seesaw," West said.

"Okay, the headquarters will notify me immediately after it is reselected."

Chen Zhao looked at Pamela: "Pamela, from now on you will also be a formal member of the Supernatural Association. Watch them for me. Remember to tell me if anyone causes trouble."

Although Pamela is a spirit, her strength and knowledge of magic are definitely the highest in the Supernatural Association.

Making her a formal member of the Supernatural Society will also allow her to help manage evil spirits.

These vicious evil spirits were like little sheep in front of Chen Zhao.

But in front of other members of the Supernatural Association, he may not be so honest.

Chen Zhao couldn't just look at these evil spirits every day.

So with Pamela watching, at least there won't be too much trouble.

Pamela had to agree even if she didn't agree, because of Chen Zhao's lustful power.

If she had said no, Chen Zhao might have slapped her into the wall.

I don't have a deep friendship with him.

…

The vicissitudes of life and simple murals, although the lines and paint are so rough.

But what is recorded here is a story, a piece of history.

"This relic is really worth the trip." The professor's gloved palm gently touched the mural.

Feniti is not very interested in the murals in this ruins.

This ruins is a semi-public ruins and is not fully open to the public. However, expedition teams or inspection teams are not prohibited from visiting here.

Feniti walked deeper into the ruins.

Suddenly a sudden voice came.

It was a child's laughter.

In such ruins, a child's voice obviously should not appear.

But Finidi heard it very clearly.

She didn't think she was hallucinating.

However, when she turned around, she didn't see any children.

The team members in the distance are still taking photos and inspecting the murals on the rock wall.

Finidi's eyes flickered, and she turned back to look at the deep passage.

Judging from the information she got.

This ruin has been completely explored.

Many teams have come before and there is basically no missing corner.

Just, with keen professional intuition.

Feniti always felt that there was a mysterious atmosphere lingering here.

Jingle Bell--

Suddenly, Finetti's cell phone rang.

The sudden ringing of mobile phones startled everyone in the ruins.

Finidi picked up the phone: "Hello, is this Miss Finidi?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Professor Peters asked me to send you a piece of information. Can you give me your email address?"

"Oh okay, where is Professor Peters?"

"He went to sea."

"Going to sea? What to do?"

Finetti was a little confused. Professor Peters had a cooperative relationship with her for many years.

Professor Peters had also visited this ruins before, and then Professor Peters had been encouraging her to come and have a look at the ruins, as she might make special discoveries.

Now Finidi is here, but Professor Peters is at sea.

Didn’t Professor Peters always dislike going to sea?

What was he doing at sea?

"Sorry, I don't know either. I'm just his student, but Professor Peters said Miss Finetti will understand."

"Do I understand? What do I understand?"

Finetti was confused after hanging up the phone call with Professor Peters' students.

Finetti received the information given to her by Professor Peters.

Finidi opened it and took a few glances. Why were they all photos of this ruin?

What is this doing?

"Mr. Sterling, can you come here for a moment?"

Sterling is also a very knowledgeable scholar in her team.

"A friend of mine sent this to me, please help me find out what it means."

Sterling took the phone: "Is it the photo here?"

"right."

"It seems to be the photo here?" Sterling compared the inside of the ruins: "This photo is a bit strange. To be precise, it is the painting in this photo."

"What's weird?"

"In the records of the Inca civilization, they believed in the sun and the sky, so most of their murals looked up to the sky and the sun, but look at this painting..."

Sterling pointed to the mural on the rock wall: "This tall man has his eyes facing the ground."

"Didn't the murals from the Inca civilization look at the opposite side at all?"

"Yes, relatively few, but facing the ground symbolizes death. If a person in a painting is facing the ground, it means that he is about to die."

"I still don't understand what's strange about this painting. Is there anything wrong with it being a foreshadowing of death?"

"Miss Finetti, look at this row of murals. This man is like a warrior in a fairy tale. He accepted three tasks, killed the man-eating wolf, subdued the giant crocodile in the water, and defeated the crocodile in the forest. Bear King, he is walking the road of king, and the road of king also heralds glory. When he becomes king, he should look up to the sky. The king of the Incas will not bow to death until he dies, but in When he was crowned, he looked down at the ground."

"Then what does this mean?"