Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1038 - 105 Different People, Different Perspectives

Li Mumu stood at the opening of the hole, staring at the distant billowing smoke, her brows knit tightly.

"Withdraw, what are we waiting for?"

Shen Qingxi whispered sarcastically beside her.

"Your man already went all out for you. If you don’t leave, wouldn’t you be letting down his goodwill?"

"You can go first."

"You really intend to wait for him here, huh? The way he’s going, he doesn’t seem like he’s coming back."

"I am not waiting for him, but pondering a question."

"What question?"

"You think below the Upper City, is it the Lower City?"

"That’s obvious..."

Shen Qingxi was about to roll her eyes when she suddenly realized.

"You mean, other than our route, there might be other paths to reach the Lower City directly from inside Avalon? Your idea is good, but I have to tell you, judging from the information I got from the Mechanical God Sect, the passages between the Upper City and Lower City are well-hidden, and ordinary people won’t find them easily."

"Why do you think Avalon is designed in such a semi-underground fashion?"

Li Mumu ignored the cold water Shen Qingxi poured and continued questioning.

"How would I know why they built a shelter in the shape of a pressure cooker..."

"Do you think it’s a design by the Tushan family or by the British themselves?"

"Doesn’t seem like the work of Tushan, that scoundrel’s not only talented at causing trouble, but also has decent taste."

"If I remember correctly, there should be a river in Lanton City?"

"You mean the Thames River?"

"Aren’t they afraid of the river flooding in?"

"The Thames isn’t that large, plus there are drainage pipes..."

Shen Qingxi blinked: "You mean to say this is a defensive design against Tushan? If the Intelligent Mechanics get out of control and the situation becomes irreversible, they could flood Avalon and stew Tushan’s machinery into a mess?"

Li Mumu nodded: "If that’s truly the design, we should be able to find a dam upstream."

"You plan to flood them? They definitely have overflow valves... Oh, I get it." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Shen Qingxi suddenly understood: "As long as they open the overflow valves, your man can retreat to the Lower City following the water flow."

As expected from a fellow alumnus from Daylily, she quickly grasped Li Mumu’s far-reaching thoughts.

Normal people’s brains can’t keep up with such a jumping rhythm.

"You two go ahead, I’ll stay here."

Xia Yubing waved her hand: "Leave this to me."

...

Different thinking leads to different plans.

Wang Yunxiao had never thought of staking his life in a foreign land.

It’s not worth it at all.

But he chose another path.

People always assume Garrison Soldiers just blindly fight, without any thought.

Here I have to clarify, that’s not a rumor... sorry, wrong words, it’s a myth.

Garrison Soldiers just aren’t good with problems outside of battle.

As soon as he arrived in Lanton for the first time, Wang Yunxiao pondered how he’d escape from this ghost place if a conflict broke out.

The answer lay in the Lower City.

More precisely, the shantytown controlled by the Mechanical God Sect.

When he saw the gigantic garbage processor above him for the first time, he thought this thing had no garbage processing capability, it merely dumped everyday trash from the Upper City downwards.

What happens when the garbage piles up?

Then, one must admire the genius of the Upper City’s capitalists.

Do nothing.

This not only saves garbage processing costs but also gives the garbage some recyclable value, drawing the Lower City’s poor folks to sort it out.

Understanding Lanton’s current situation, Wang Yunxiao was equally puzzled, why designs so contradictory to reason, not allowing these poor folks a way of life, nor letting them leave, treating them like livestock kept penned in.

There’re many explanations, like not wanting the poor to form a new government, a playground for the rich brats...

But those explanations lack a fundamental premise—where’s the benefit? Where’s the profit?

Wang Yunxiao doesn’t understand the scientist’s thinking, but he somewhat gets the capitalist’s thinking.

Later, he finally figured it out.

In Avalon’s closed ecosystem, there must be a bottom-level ecological niche, like a scavenger or decomposer.

They are not livestock nor beasts of burden.

They’re cockroaches.

No matter how absurd the ecosystem design is, Wang Yunxiao doesn’t concern himself with it.

He’s concerned about whether, once trapped inside Avalon and unable to get out, he can return to the Lower City through the garbage processing plant’s transport pipes.

Thus, while following Cheng Feng into Avalon, he was silently observing the surrounding building layout.

God knows where they’ve placed the garbage processing plant.

His later acts of sabotaging various factories were also in search of a specific target.

Yet, he always concealed his strategic intentions so well that even the supercomputer couldn’t deduce his true motive, always being led by the nose until the end.

So Wang Yunxiao laughed loudly at its stupidity.

AI can assist humans in work but can never replace humans.

Who would’ve thought that a seemingly fierce warrior actually has the heart of a determined escapist?

The sealing of the Heavenly Armor is excellent, even in the Deep Sea, it ensures oxygen supply.

Even so, the intense stench from the mixed garbage still caused Wang Yunxiao strong physiological discomfort.

With the sudden feeling of a drop below his feet, he fell along with countless pieces of trash onto the garbage pile in the Lower City.

The remaining Yuan-Qi Furnace in his back sprayed a few sparks and gradually stopped rotating.

The fuel of the Heavenly Armor finally ran out, completely losing power.

But in this dark, enclosed Underground City, a familiar feeling surged again in his heart.

After the baptism of this battle, the progress bar of the Heretical Path of the Garrison Soldiers soared.

He battled through blood and guts, trampling over the enemy camp, emerging from the chaos of tens of thousands!

Stand with a three-foot sword, achieving unparalleled feats!

Wang Yunxiao raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, faintly sensing he’s at the doorstep of the second advancement of the Heretical Path Garrison Soldiers.

The second advancement of Iron Sparrowhawk is named "Blood Pagoda"!

At this moment, all that’s missing is a fortuitous encounter, a challenge against a powerful enemy, pushing himself to the limit, and seizing the opportunity to advance.

The continuous rumbling from the garbage transport tunnel commenced again, and a massive metal robot leaped from the pipeline, landing before Wang Yunxiao.

This battle isn’t over yet, and the other side clearly isn’t planning to let him leave easily.

Which suits Wang Yunxiao just fine.

"Let’s start the second round!"