Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1041 - 108: This Is My Homeland and Hometown

Along with the opening of the dam gates, the raging waters instantly cascaded down.

"I think at this flow rate... it’s probably too late. Can your man hold out for two hours?"

It didn’t take much effort to deal with the guards on the dam, but after taking control, Shen Qingxi soon calculated with her clever mind that there was a serious issue with the original plan.

Indeed, there was such a dam and reservoir, but the Thames River itself was not a particularly large river; relying on the reservoir to flood Avalon, even in the most optimistic scenario, would take at least two hours.

This isn’t a gas pipeline that you can ignite, and with a bang, blow up a whole street.

The speed of the water flow is not actually that fast.

"I have other ways."

Li Mumu took off the felt hat and the bird-beak mask and tossed them aside, a three-foot red silk ribbon unfurled with the wind, enveloping herself.

The three-tailed demon beast Chu Jiang with dragon horns on its head emerged from the swirling demon wind.

Shen Qingxi stood beside, dumbstruck.

"..."

"Isn’t this wrong?"

The moment Eldest Miss Shen came to her senses, she was instantly frantic: "How can you be Chu Jiang? So you’ve been watching me make a fool of myself all along? No way, I’ve seen the Bodhisattva statue worshipped at West Spring Mountain, it wasn’t you and Xia Yubing at all..."

"It’s Wendy and me."

"Yikes! How did I not think of that?"

Shen Qingxi was so embarrassed she could dig her toes into the ground.

Even with a genius brain, it’s inevitable to overlook some things.

Of course, there are some objective reasons, like the overly primitive faith system at West Spring Mountain. The deities themselves don’t bother with trivial matters, having a very weak presence. And the local natives have no experience in how to worship and serve the deities, relying purely on their imagination to guess, resulting in worship being nonsensical.

With no presence usually, unheard and unseen, they naturally wouldn’t think much.

Just like you pay water, electricity, and internet fees every month, without caring whether the leadership in charge of the water and power systems changes.

"Does Xia Yubing know too?"

"Why else do you think she would leave Xia Yu with me?"

"So you all teamed up to deceive me alone? To laugh at my expense? Wait a minute... your man’s little mistress outside..."

"Yes, when you actively gave them a home, I was right there watching."

Shen Qingxi’s heart and lungs stopped suddenly.

A strong sense of shame surged through her heart, as if she had experienced a social death.

"Alright, let’s talk about these things later."

Chu Jiang lifted her front hoof, stomping hard on the ground, causing the surging river water to rise into a wave ten meters high.

As the Mountain God of West Spring Mountain, she naturally had the power to command the mountains and rivers, although this wasn’t her domain... but there weren’t other Mountain Gods here either.

Chu Jiang soared into the air, stepping on the crest of the waves, with thunder and lightning in the sky, countless dark clouds gathering around her.

In ancient times, the White Lady flooded Jinshan to save Xu Xian.

Now, Li Mumu floods Avalon to save Wang Yunxiao!

And there’s a little green snake beside.

"Beast, an absolute beast!"

Shen Qingxi pounded her chest and stomped her feet: "I originally aimed my heart at the bright moon, but the bright moon shone in the ditches! I treated you as a good sister and you deceived my feelings like this! You just wait for me!"

......

Several blocks away at Baker Street 226, Holmes handed a file folder to Cheng Feng, stood up, listened for a moment, and couldn’t help but shake his head: "You made too much noise."

"A bit more noise is better, how else would they learn their place without some harsh lessons?"

Huo Qingyang grinned and waved, saying to Cheng Feng and Yan Yu’an: "You guys go back first, I’ve got this."

"What about Wang Yunxiao..."

"Don’t worry about him."

Huo Qingyang’s face was full of envy and jealousy, with a look of wanting to join the fun.

It’s just unfortunate he still had his task.

Which was watching this seemingly helpless Holmes vigilantly.

This was the true mastermind.

Few people know, Holmes was born into a high-ranking noble family in the United Kingdom. His father and brothers held important positions in the government. Yet he was unwilling to accept family arrangements, chose to leave the noble social circles to become a private detective.

In his earlier years, he traveled the world; his rich experiences could fill a novel, including those in Tianmen.

Thirty years ago in Tianmen, there was a long-standing "Bloodstain Curse," causing many sailors and merchants to suddenly contract lung diseases, coughing up blood and dying.

Holmes stayed in Tianmen for three years, not only solving the mysterious bloodstain curse but also apprenticing in martial arts, perfecting the Eastern boxing technique, making a name for himself among the Northern Thirteen Families, even Huo Qingyang had to call him senior brother.

But that was only one of his hobbies.

"The British government’s new policy towards the Far East mainly uses the New Continent as bait to provoke the Frank Empire to launch a second expedition."

Wearing air-filtering gear, Holmes muttered to himself: "Sowing discord... it’s always been like this, but leveraging little to gain much isn’t applicable in all situations."

"Telling me this, I don’t understand. I never cared about politics, you know."

Huo Qingyang shrugged: "Where are you going? Ready to unveil as the backstage villain?"

"Why would the backstage villain unveil? Merely to satisfy his vanity and tease the audience’s voyeurism?"

Holmes shook his head: "The message has been delivered, I believe Professor Maxwell will make the right judgment. Next, there’s some wrapping up, if you hadn’t made such a fuss, it wouldn’t have been this troublesome."

"How you’re saying this, as if we started the trouble."

"All the same, between countries, there isn’t much absolute good and evil. Haven’t you longed to teach a lesson to those hiding in Avalon?"

Holmes exited the basement, pushing open the door to the street.

Someone was waiting outside.

A blonde woman in black formalwear, followed by six or seven fully-armed, serious-looking men.

"Good afternoon, Professor Moriarty."

Holmes doffed his hat in greeting.

"Do I have to continue playing this role?"

The blonde woman uncomfortably twisted her neck: "I completed the task you gave me, as for the results..."

"Yes, I know, you did very well, Miss Morley." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Holmes nodded with a smile, turned to Huo Qingyang: "Afterwards, the Tushan clan will definitely trace our whereabouts, will you come with us, or wait for them?"

"I don’t mind."

Huo Qingyang thought, I’m not the one responsible for thinking.

"What do you think?"

"Let’s relocate together, after all, I’m not as fit as I used to be. In case of powerful opponents, I’ll need your help."

"Alright, where do you plan on going? Laying low abroad?"

"Of course, I’ll stay here, this is my homeland, my birthplace."

Holmes raised his hand and, with a gentle wave, the sign at the apartment entrance marked as "Baker Street 226" ignited and transformed into a strange address.

He steadied the cane in his hand, speaking with determination.

"The fate of this country, even if ruined by her own sons, should not be manipulated and toyed with by an outside fox’s paw."