Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 565 - 142: Whose Dark History is More Socially Fatal?

Li Mumu once had the chance to go to the Yellowstone Throne, to undergo a trial to become a Throne Knight.

This was not because of her strength, but because of her consistently exemplary conduct, which had won the favor of the Demon Camp.

For the past centuries, Hell had been absorbing outstanding talents such as her.

One could imagine how unscrupulous these demons could be in their mischief.

The choirs of Hell were singing in unison, their blasphemous chants turning into countless flying pieces of paper filling the sky.

In response to them, came saturating firepower from the Special Service Bureau Garrison Soldiers’ formation.

Li Mumu was just hiding in the distance, stealing a glance, when a deep malevolence surged into her mind, combing through those fragments in the depths of her memory that she least wanted to recall.

Wetting the bed at three, playing with feces at four, blowing up the toilet with a firecracker at five...

At twelve, she wrote a love letter to a male classmate, who then took a photo with his phone and sent it to the class group.

At fourteen, she skipped class to lick her figurines in the dorm, only to be discovered by a roommate who came back unexpected.

At sixteen, she was caught by the school security while jumping the wall to attend a comic con in full cosplay...

Aahhhhh—! Do not make me remember all this messy stuff!

The images in her mind shifted, and Li Mumu saw a boy with a sunny smile have his neck slashed by her, grabbing him and throwing him off the boat.

You wicked woman.

The blood-covered Arthur lay in her mind, clinging like a persistent ulcer that could not be shaken off.

Li Mumu turned pale, gritted her teeth, and with her fingernail sliced open a fingertip, writing a line of blood in the air before her—

Moha Jiedi, Bodhisattva who Guides the Dead of the Three Thousand Worlds!

Countless blood-red ribbons fell from the sky, and two streams of black sludge slowly flowed out from the corners of her eyes.

In the distance, she heard wretched howls, and the thing that had infiltrated her mind and caused such chaos was finally expelled.

"Tartalos?"

She heard a voice steeped in slight surprise echo from the void, and then, that voice gracefully faded away, disappearing without trace.

No, another call transfer?

Your Highness, are you tired of me? Always transferring calls?

Who did you transfer it to this time? The principal?

Li Mumu had a vague premonition that it was not the principal who had come this time.

The sound of the ocean waves seethed in her ears, lulling her as if to sleep.

He had heard the call and was awakening from his slumber.

...

Liu Zhihan was fully engrossed in manipulating the bookshelf before her, amending history and deconstructing Tartalos, while containing the blasphemous chants emitted by the opponent’s choir.

She had just been freshly promoted to School Official and was not yet very adept at using these abilities.

Suddenly, she shivered unconsciously and turned her head to look towards where Li Mumu was hiding.

"I do not need..."

But the will of the Ancient Gods had already arrived unannounced.

Gills slowly emerged on both sides of her cheeks, her pupils dilated, taking over the whites of her eyes, and sharp yet supple dorsal fins pierced through the uniform, sprouting from her spine.

In a daze, she felt two soft and slippery tentacles gently resting on her shoulders from behind.

And in a tense battle such as this, a mental lapse could lead to a fatal vulnerability.

Tartalos, restrained by the School Official’s secret technique, keenly seized this lapse in defense and burst into laughter. Blood-red light filled his eyes, converging into a sharp psychic spear that shot straight towards the depths of Liu Zhihan’s soul.

Let me see the memories you least want to remember!

Human nature is fundamentally evil. The Sea People, from birth, do not distinguish between good and evil, no different from wild beasts. In order to compete for a chance to survive, they must consume their fellow brothers and sisters; only the final victor can obtain sufficient nourishment to continue growing.

Just like the Hell Worms that devour each other to grow in the bottom layers of the abyss...

Luo Luomi, you cannot abandon your kin, nor can you erase those primal, blood-stained sins deep within your memories.

You... motherfucker!

Tartalos’s expression changed drastically. He was about to extract Liu Zhihan’s blurry childhood memories and twist them out of proportion when he saw a sticky, slimy octopus tentacle skillfully crawling towards him along the psychic spear.

"Ke Xila! She’s already forsaken her tribe! Forsaken her faith in you!"

"Believe or... not believe, it’s all right!"

The cheerful breath transmitted from the tentacle almost gave Tartalos internal injuries.

What kind of crappy ancient god is this?

What kind of proper deity would tell their follower "Believe or don’t believe, it’s all right" this kind of bullshit!

She doesn’t even worship you, and instead of punishing her, you want to help her?

"You don’t need to meddle!"

Liu Zhihan brushed away the tentacle on her shoulder with disdain and said coldly, "I can solve it myself."

"Ah, little Luo Luomi has grown up, doesn’t like parental control, I understand."

A voice, lazy yet somewhat joyful, rang by her ear.

"But your mother keeps nagging in my ear, saying she wants to come ashore to find you for a matchmaking, your one hundred and twenty-seven brothers and thirty-five uncles can’t forget your beauty, eager to hunt the fattest shark in the Deep Sea as a bridal gift..."

"Tell them to drop dead far away."

"Hmm, what I mean is, if I hadn’t been blocking them, they might have come looking for you by now. Don’t you appreciate that at all? Instead, you curse at me... You were so adorable when you were little. Let me see... when you were four years old, you even prayed to me to grant you nougat..."

"Shut up!"

Even with the strong will that Liu Zhihan had developed over the years, she could not help but falter at this moment.

Tartalos seized the opening, tearing through her brain’s defenses, rifling through her past memories, and she couldn’t care less. Because this is a typical demon tactic, to launch a mental attack from the softest part of one’s heart.

That’s no big deal; Liu Zhihan had long trained her heart to be as iron, her will as hard as steel.

But it was another matter entirely to be seen by someone she knew.

It’s like boasting arrogantly after being beat up at school for acting too ’chuuni’, then coming home to find your mother has washed your secret life-size two-dimensional pillow and hung it out on the balcony to dry...

That is the true definition of social death!

"Get lost!"

"Since I’m already here..."

The languid and pleased ancient god wasn’t the least bit angered by Liu Zhihan’s furious tone. Instead, he seemed even more interested in sorting through her internal memories.

"Oh, I remember now, at that time I took you ashore to buy sweets, and then you were captivated by human toys, reluctant to return to the sea. Your kin thought you had sacrificed yourself, and at first, they had no intention of looking for you..."

Liu Zhihan’s face turned iron blue.

Li Mumu, hiding at a distance, shivered.

It’s not my fault, she wasn’t the one I initially called for.

Nobody wanted this to happen.