Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 678 - 101 Shen Qingxi the Great Sage Visited Here

Li Mumu’s red shroud actually has a bit of a story, and it’s not because she has a particular fondness for it.

The Guiding Bodhisattva is known as Anhelica, the Netherworld Angel in the West, belonging to the Huaxia Overseas Netherworld divine system. Her disciples, including the Elder Sisters of the Red Lantern Society such as Zuo Yan and Senior Sister Bai, are not humans.

To be precise, they are not living humans.

The Divine Arts and Cultivation Techniques of the Guiding Lady’s lineage are not meant for the living to cultivate.

Li Mumu is the only disciple in the Guiding Lady’s sect who cultivates the Ghost Path in a human form.

For ordinary people, their Yang energy would have been drained long ago.

But what is Yang energy to Li Mumu? Losing her head is just a scar as big as a bowl.

Since the day she crossed over, she hasn’t handled any matters of the Mortal World.

But after all, she is still a living person with a physical body in the Mortal World.

Last time, she almost let Li Lingling trap her into the Netherworld Springs.

Luckily, her reliable Senior Sisters took action at the crucial moment, preventing her physical body from being tainted with the aura of the Netherworld Springs.

It was only when Li Mumu returned from the Thousand-Year Dynasty World to the Real World that she managed to wake up from the body lying in the hospital.

The red shroud she wore was actually the manifestation of her cultivation in the Ghost Path.

The Forgetful River Blood River Map wasn’t her Dharma Treasure; she could only borrow some of its power normally, but this red shroud was a Dharma Treasure she had crafted and nurtured herself, able to manipulate it as easily as moving her own limbs.

Indeed, literal nurturing.

As she tore open the red shroud and flung it into the wind, it instantly stuck to Wang Yunxiao’s face.

This scent... seems somewhat familiar?

If Wang Yunxiao could think calmly now, he might be able to recognize the scent on the red shroud. But currently, his brain was offline, and he was merely maintaining his fighting stance driven by an inner urge to kill.

Even so, his movements involuntarily hesitated for a moment.

Damn this female ghost disrupting my Dao heart, despicable and shameless! Kill, kill, kill!

However, in that moment of his hesitation, the red shroud had already wrapped around his body.

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

The moment his vision cleared, his limbs were firmly locked by the red shroud, and what came into view were two exhaust pipes as thick as a child’s arms.

Industrial waste gases filled with pollutant particles spewed out!

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to take a deep breath and forcefully break free, he swallowed a mouthful of sand, completely blocking his throat.

At this time, a severe pain hit the back of his head.

Mid-air, Xia Yubing was holding the amber coffin, ruthlessly slamming it down on his head.

Dressing, sealing orifices, encoffining, and burial performed all at once!

"Retreat!"

Li Mumu raised her hand and summoned the Red String, weaving a new red dress around herself, turning her head to see Xia Yubing already stepping on a monk tightly bound by ropes.

The tongue has been captured; if not retreating now, then when?

Don’t bother with this madman, he’s an Iron Sparrowhawk of the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate, completely immune to damage. The Heretical Path methods of the three of us can only restrain him temporarily; it would take who knows how much effort to truly subdue him.

There’s no need for that.

"Wait for me!"

Shen Qingxi touched his chest where the power engine, almost pierced by the monk’s Demon-Subduing Pestle, was still sputtering oil out.

She wipes her hands smeared with machine oil and begins to write on the well-preserved flat cliff beside—

"White Jade City in the heavens, twelve towers and five cities."

"Immortals touch my crown, tied hair to receive immortality!"

Are you sick?

Li Mumu glares at Shen Qingxi, "Why did you write this?"

"To leave a signature, otherwise who would know it was us who pulled this off?"

Shen Qingxi lets out a cackling laugh, "Trust me, Longevity Sect will definitely flourish under my hands, becoming the top magic giant in the world!"

Dammit!

Just thinking about the powerful intelligence gathering capabilities of the Special Service Bureau, the minor misdeeds she did today might end up on Sister Yaoqin’s desk in a couple of hours, a strong sense of social death arises uncontrollably within Li Mumu.

"Then you play by yourself, we’re pulling out."

"No no no! Let’s go, let’s go together!"

Shen Qingxi instantly panics and immediately yields.

Xia Yubing grabs the captive lying at her feet, raises her hand to summon a gigantic ghostly hand, tears through the dimensional barrier, and the three figures swiftly disappear.

After a good while, this Outer Dimension gradually dimmed and shattered, revealing the appearance of the Real World.

Originally it was dragged here forcefully by Xia Yubing’s ghostly hand, connected to the Real World. Now, losing the supporting force, it separates naturally like oil from water.

The scene is a mess, filled with smoky haze.

The result of the chaos from multiple factions was the complete demolition of the crossroad, adjacent streets, and buildings.

In a slightly twisted space in the dark corner, Leng Nian lifts the cloak disguising him and stands up.

Even though one of his hands was brutally twisted off, draining his face of color and leaving his lips pale, he was unharmed otherwise.

The Geomancy sect, unlike the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate skilled in head-on clashes, is almost at the extreme other end, lacking practical offensive capability, but excelling in using the Yi Jing to predict and avoid misfortune.

As long as one hides well, surviving to the end is also a kind of victory.

"If you aren’t willing to take any risks, then where would the rewards come from?"

Passing by the charred corpse on the ground, Leng Nian shows a disdainful smile.

What use is your strength? Facing those three Great Demons at once, which normal person could endure it? Anyone with a bit of sense would clearly aim to avoid their sharp edges, or else this is what happens.

To live, one must stay low-key, cautious.

Just as these thoughts circled in his mind and he stepped towards the shattered car, suddenly a premonition rises!

That seemingly silent charred corpse suddenly stretches out its hand, grabbing his ankle!

Impossible!

Leng Nian is utterly shocked within, sure that he had calculated the lack of danger before daring to appear. How could Iron Sparrowhawk, after undergoing the sequential attacks from three Great Demons, have any strength left without resting?

Turns out, no rest was needed.

By the time he reacts and tries to struggle, it’s already too late; he’s uncontrollably lifted by one hand and swung fiercely towards the opposite side.

Being just flesh and blood, he endures a solid crash, spitting out fresh blood right there.

But the attacker shows no sign of stopping, effortlessly dragging him up like holding a baseball bat, and smashing him against a collapsed wall.

One hit, two hits, three hits!

Until the person in their hand is nearly battered into a human stick, gasping for breath more than exhaling, Wang Yunxiao suddenly opens his eyes, opens his mouth, and spits out a mouthful of black mucus mixed with blood.