Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 690 - 113 My Brain Capacity Isn’t That Large

After interacting with Veronica, the questions in Wang Yunxiao’s mind not only didn’t decrease but instead increased by many.

The red-clothed female ghost of Tianmen City was related to the Red Lantern Society and had appeared thirty years ago, not a novelty to the old Tianmen people. He had just never come into contact with this kind of information before and was unaware of it.

His only understanding of the Red Lantern Society was watching the mushroom cloud rise with his own eyes, seeing the high-ranking members of the Red Lantern Society fall into the trap of the Longevity Sect and being taken away in one fell swoop, disappearing without a trace.

Li Mumu had just returned from overseas with her parents; how could she be related to the Red Lantern Society?

However, the time of her return seemed to coincide with the time when the Red Lantern Society ran into trouble.

Could she be a special envoy from an overseas branch of the Red Lantern Society?

Or perhaps, she found a ring on the road containing the soul of the red-clothed elder sister?

But if she were really part of the Red Lantern Society camp, why would she try to steal the Imperial Jade Seal that night? And what’s the deal with the other two female demons?

Hiss... Can’t figure it out, my head hurts, I hope I’m just overthinking it.

The most pressing issue now is not Li Mumu but the "window of opportunity" Veronica mentioned.

Isn’t it said that knowledge is contamination?

If she hadn’t brought it up, it would’ve been fine, but once she did, Wang Yunxiao naturally attributed a series of recent problems to it.

Dreaming, very complete dreams, as if traversing to a parallel world.

Successfully advanced, and even the heretical path of garrison soldiers was advanced.

Anchoring successfully, the unprecedented first hint of successful anchoring.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t originally connect these seemingly trivial matters until he realized the existence of the "window of opportunity."

This made him involuntarily think of those claims about unusual animal behavior before an earthquake strikes.

His sixth sense had actually perceived some impending danger but could not describe it in specific language due to lack of understanding.

On this night after returning to school, Wang Yunxiao had another dream.

In the dream, he saw an endless Gobi desert.

A fully armed cavalry was struggling to push forward on the muddy road.

He stood by, watching as the wheels of the wagons carrying goods were stuck in the mud pits, unable to move.

Then, a few cavalrymen gathered around, dismounted, took off the heavy otter skin hats from their heads to reveal snowy white hair strands.

Veronica... No, it should be her kinsfolk, her mother or father.

Other than the iconic white hair, their facial features were also very similar to Veronica’s.

Just when Wang Yunxiao realized this, the wagon carrying the goods suddenly burst into flames, with billowing black smoke rushing to the sky.

Feeling the slight tremor of the earth beneath his feet, those white-haired cavalrymen were shocked and, yelling in incomprehensible Rakshasa language, leaped onto their horses, ready for battle.

A black line, from the direction where the sun rose, extended at a visible speed toward the end of the vast land.

It was another elite cavalry, brandishing their military flag, encircling the place where the black smoke was billowing.

It was predictable that a brutal battle was about to break out.

History had been altered; the Rakshasa cavalry, which should have safely reached their destination, encountered the Western Expedition Army’s patrols and guerrilla riders on their way.

That child named Mu Yusha might not even have the chance to be born; her parents would die in battle right there...

Wang Yunxiao woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat.

It seemed as if Veronica’s words were faintly echoing in his ears again.

"Maybe one day when you wake up, you’ll have completely forgotten me..."

Wang Yunxiao could be sure that he never had such dreams before.

Just like the last dream, it looked just as clear, as if it was some sort of possibility in a parallel world.

This is not normal.

I didn’t have this ability before...

After washing his face in the restroom, Wang Yunxiao leaned against the windowsill and pondered silently.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had a textbook of the Heretical Dharma Gate, which he had tossed aside and hardly looked at.

Scholarly Heresy - Dropout/Ink Guest.

Only after genuinely practicing the Heretical Path did Wang Yunxiao deeply understand why the same Dharma Gate was divided into the Righteous Path, the Heretical Path, and the knock-off Heretical Path.

The Righteous Path’s cultivation requirements are too harsh; first and foremost, it demands that cultivators establish a set of personal principles.

Those who can thoroughly understand life philosophy, values, and worldviews are scarcer than pandas in this era.

The Heretical Path is much simpler; it doesn’t require you to establish a set of personal principles, just understand yourself.

But to be honest, "self-awareness" is also an extremely rare traditional virtue of excellence.

The knock-off Heretical Path goes further in lowering the requirements—even if you don’t have clear objectives, just following your own desires is fine.

Wang Yunxiao’s advancement to Iron Sparrowhawk had degraded to this extent; emptying his mind, succumbing to his killing instinct, growing more excited the more he fought.

Actually, this wasn’t anything good.

Now that I’ve calmed down and think about it, what if Li Mumu had really been there at the time? What if she was killed by a single stroke, irreversible by any means?

Looking back, I really should find a textbook on the Heretical Way of Garrison Soldiers and make up for my lack of theoretical knowledge.

As for the Scholarly Heresy training textbook "Human Sociology", I really can’t get into it.

The textbook explains three abilities, "social deconstruction", "Humanity Analysis", and "Imaginary Blueprint", but Wang Yunxiao is incapable of any of them.

I, Laozi, can’t even understand the description of these abilities!

Surely they can’t be understood as the daily keyboard politics of group friends, water injecting quarrels, and sharing of sensational pictures, right?

I may not understand it, but from the moment I opened this textbook, the knowledge within started to contaminate me.

Like the dream I just had, it’s a passive additional effect brought about by "Imaginary Blueprint".

He had yet to master this ability and was unable to use it actively.

Not being able to do anything does not mean nothing can be done.

After a long silence, Wang Yunxiao went into the hallway and called out softly, "Zhou Qing!"

A few seconds later, a pair of pale little feet slowly dropped down from the ceiling.

"Have you noticed anything unusual about Li Mumu?"

The girl hanging from the rope was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook her head and said, "I don’t like her. She’s not afraid of me at all and always teases me."

"Does she have ghosts around her? Like you..."

"I don’t know."

Zhou Qing tilted her head and whispered, "I always try to stay far away from her. I don’t want to get close."

Words on the tip of Wang Yunxiao’s tongue, he suddenly thought of another possibility and swallowed his words back.

Not wanting to get close to her... That’s what she says, but could it be a subconscious avoidance?

After all, compared with the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost he encountered that night, Zhou Qing’s strength was too weak.

She could only scare little girls around the school.

"What do you want me to do?"

Zhou Qing stared at Wang Yunxiao and asked softly, "Do you want me to watch her?"

"No, no need."

Wang Yunxiao hurriedly spoke to stop her.

Even if Eldest Miss Li doesn’t have any unspeakable secrets, with her current level, she’s not someone Zhou Qing, kind as she is, can handle.

This matter requires a long-term plan.