Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 568 - 145: Did You Miss Something?

Playing lol is like this, Bronze and Iron players only need to focus on laning to stay alive and have the privilege to farm minions. But advanced players consider much more, such as hero counter-matching, vision control, counter-jungling and counter-gank awareness, and what equipment to use in specific situations...

Fighting demons is the same.

The more they anger you, the more you need to stay calm and find their real weakness.

Demons have the advantage of attack methods that are not only difficult for ordinary people to understand but also to defend against. However, their disadvantage is that they are in a foreign land, unable to exert their true power.

If you perform well but the audience doesn’t understand, it’s all in vain.

Simply put, it’s about adhering to common sense.

If you’re shot in the eye, you’ll go blind, that’s common knowledge. You can’t just claim that your eyes are solid and can rebound demon-breaking bullets. If you set up something that defies basic common sense, the phantom realm will start to waver.

Of course, you can also expend some power to forcibly explain why your eyes won’t go blind. But if such injuries accumulate too much, your mana will be depleted, and the phantom realm still won’t hold up.

It’s like dreaming—when you occasionally realize you’re dreaming, the dream might persist, but once that clarity lasts too long, the dream truly ends.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t know if Guozi could understand this theory.

Probably not.

Human cognitive power is limited.

Many people’s intelligence might only support them graduating from elementary school, and without mandatory education regulations, they might not even get through middle school textbooks.

What you take for granted as knowledge might seem like a divine script to others.

Some people might not even distinguish right from wrong.

...

Duke Tartalos already had retreat in mind; with an ancient god like Ke Xila entering the fray, he no longer had a way to eliminate the Special Service Bureau’s forces today.

Although not a proper ancient god, with just average power, and hardly noteworthy at all.

But you can’t beat the luck that easily positioned her in the new era.

As a patron deity of the naturalized Sea People, her followers might not be numerous, but she had successfully gained the official recognition of the Government of the Ming Country.

Meanwhile, those renowned divine demons of the past, who had the power to destroy heavens and earth in legends, failed to catch the new era’s shift due to various reasons and were washed away, vanishing in the tides of time and space.

But now, saying to give up wasn’t so easy; once he retreated, it implied the collapse of the entire "Moses" plan. The sequence of consequences that would bring was unbearable for him.

I can naturalize too! I want to progress! I, the grand Duke of Hell, why should I be inferior to such a brain-dead octopus mother?

But the Government of the Ming Country wouldn’t allow it, and there was no room for negotiation.

Realizing that the trap set up for an ambush had failed, Duke Tartalos, extremely reluctant at heart, still had to choose to give up.

It really was a pity—if there was no mole leaking information, the Special Service Bureau would have never noticed his perfect plan.

Now it was akin to a complete collapse, with almost no value left to salvage.

However, just at that moment, Liu Zhihan, who had finally escaped Ke Xila’s entanglement, suddenly said, "Duke Tartalos, if you truly wish to talk, we still have things we can discuss. The Government of the Ming Country always welcomes friends willing to cooperate, the key is whether you’re willing or not to cooperate."

Ah? At this moment, you ask me if I truly want to talk? Talk about what?

Your attitude...

Tartalos fell silent for a moment, then suddenly realized, could this woman be buying time?

What is she waiting for? Support from the Special Service Bureau? No, she doesn’t need any support!

Ten kilometers away from this location, within a villa in the Seaside District, decorated with understated luxury, an old man with white hair slowly opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes suddenly became as sharp as those of hawks and falcons, his gaze piercing through the walls, scanning the entire villa inside and out.

The next moment, his figure instantly appeared in the basement’s secret chamber.

The secret chamber was filled with the smell of blood; just two hours earlier, he had personally extracted a large amount of blood from the captured Ma Family members to create almost indistinguishable doubles.

This was originally a contingency plan. After the secret headquarters of the Pure Land Sect was besieged by the Special Service Bureau, he decided to turn the tables, sending these doubles back to the Special Service Bureau in a seemingly reasonable way.

If the plan went smoothly, he would be able to use these doubles to infiltrate the inner workings of the Special Service Bureau and steal their confidential intelligence, thus offsetting the cost of the failed Moses plan.

Unexpectedly, the newly appointed chief of intelligence still maintained a high level of vigilance, and such a flawless plan did not escape her eyes.

Now, he finally realized that the other party was also turning the tables on him.

The torture instruments used on the Ma Family members were empty; the whole family had disappeared right under his nose, quietly and unnoticed. Concurrently, his subordinates, as if caught in some phantom realm, were still busily engaged in vain, completely unaware that the objects of their torment had escaped to freedom.

How is this possible! How could they have found this place! And then, without alarming anyone, blatantly deceived my eyes, blinded my senses, and stole my captives!

Steal... steal?

Tartalos’s expression changed slightly; he finally realized what he had overlooked.

How did the plan that year, which involved forging documents and legal claims, fail?

Because someone had stolen the Imperial Jade Seal!

That damn Jianghu World faction! Those meddlesome thieves who had nothing better to do!

Their status was too humble, and without significant power, their existence was overlooked by everyone. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Even Tartalos himself did not take this group of thieves seriously, perceiving them as just the President’s chamber pot—useful when needed and disposed of afterward...

How dare they! How dare they play such tricks in front of me, the Duke of Hell!

"Shen Jianzhen is a clever man."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"From the moment he got the Imperial Jade Seal, he realized that he was just collateral damage. The true target we were after is you. You knew that, of course, but you didn’t take it to heart, confident in your disguised identity, believing you could escape at any time."

"Indeed, without any leads or evidence, we had no reason to suspect the owner of this house was involved with a Demon. Even if we had suspicions, we couldn’t determine whether this was your true form."

"So, we specifically designed this play for you."

Tartalos’s brow furrowed tightly, and he returned to his study. He lifted his head and looked out the window, where only endless ruins of buildings were visible.

Standing on the rooftop of a distant building, Huo Qingyang, covered in injuries, was standing over a motionless monk, hands tucked in his pockets, a reckless smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, meeting his gaze from afar.

"Separes, Old Man!"