Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 708 - 130 An Incomplete Story

"After Chen Lao Si finished his roll of tobacco, he patted his bottom and stood up, greeted his old mother, and stepped out the door."

"The snowstorm outside was like a knife scraping against his weather-beaten face, making it hard for him to open his eyes."

"His tattered cotton coat couldn’t fend off the severe cold, but there was still a spark of heat in his heart."

"He could always think of a way."

"He said to himself in his heart."

"Decades of being battered by wind and rain had not crushed this honest and sturdy man; he was like an old tree root, clinging tenaciously to the earth, greedily sucking up the sparse nutrients from the soil, stubbornly living on."

"If the Demon Core was accidentally swallowed by Little Stone, then he would just have to try his luck again."

"Hunt another Demon Beast, take its Demon Core to exchange for some Silver Coin, and first get Little Stone treated."

"There’s an old saying, ’a blessing in disguise.’ At my age, even if I practice Cultivation, how far can I really get? To improve my strength a bit, at most, means doing some more heavy work. If I’m a bit luckier, maybe Master Liu would take notice of me and promote me to guard the house."

"Little Stone is young; if he can survive this ordeal, it might turn out to be a good thing for him. If he starts practicing Cultivation from a young age, he will surely become a true hero when he grows up. If that day truly comes, I’d die contented."

"Master Liu’s young daughter is not a decent woman; she squanders money in secret, secretly applies makeup, and consorts with men outside. Master Liu is unaware of this, but he saw it on the street."

"Such a woman will sooner or later come to no good end; it’s just a pity for her satin-like delicate skin."

"His old mother keeps urging him to remarry, but he fears those women would come over and bully his old mother and children. Women, after all, are made of water, who could truly fancy a rough man like him?"

"Rather than waiting for my wife to fancy another man, it’s better that I, Laozi, fancy someone else’s wife!"

"Of course, such thoughts he dared only keep to himself and would never speak aloud."

"But there’s always a voice in his ear telling him to be bolder, times have changed, and now that he has learned some immortal technique, it should be alright to treat himself a little better."

"While his mind was cluttered with messy thoughts, he left the house, forgetting to properly close the yard gate—"

The tip of the pen quivered slightly, drops of ink fell, instantly soaking through the paper.

The writer furrowed his brows slightly, glanced at his pen tip, pondered for a moment, then picked up the page and placed it aside.

On the hefty stack of manuscript papers next to him, densely packed characters filled the pages.

On the pages that peeped through, the names of many others could be seen.

"Sun Dahu," "Old Blind Meng," "Xu Yunzhong," "Bai Lihua," "Old Three Sun,"...

Sitting in his seat and reflecting for a moment, the writer picked up his cup, took a small sip of the warm, good yellow wine, grabbed a blank sheet of manuscript paper, and continued to write.

"Wang Laowu, sixty-five this year, has three sons, all of whom were conscripted; neither seen in life nor in death. Alone and destitute, he survives by begging on the streets. That day he..."

The sharp bayonet tore through the snowstorm, firmly piercing the belly of the wild wolf, hoisting the forty or fifty-pound gray wolf high up, and pinning it against the wall with a turn of the body.

In the wild, a wolf of this size would be fully capable of hunting down an unarmed traveler on its own.

But what it faced now was the cruel and cunning elite of the terrifying bipedal apes. Under weapons of steel, its sharp claws and teeth were as laughable as a baby’s toys.

Before it could even let out a howl, another bayonet plunged into its mouth, piercing its throat.

Eryang extracted his gun, reached into the belly of the wolf corpse, fumbled roughly, and turned his head, shouting loudly, "Big brother! There’s nothing!"

No Demon Core.

Wang Yunxiao sat in front of the stove, flipped open his notebook, and glanced at the tips written on it.

"Detected Siberian Snowfield Wolves: These are terrifying wild beasts that live on the Arctic snowy plains. They move in packs, silently approaching with the blizzard and can kill all the cattle and sheep in a barn overnight, even armed shepherds can’t escape unscathed. The strongest alpha wolf can grow over three meters and weigh around a ton..."

"Why would there be wolves in the city?"

If it were in the distant suburbs or countryside, that would be one thing. Industrial pollution isn’t too severe these days, and it’s quite common for tigers and wolves to enter villages.

But this is Tianmen, a major city, and moreover, right in the city center.

Eryang cut off a strip of tender meat, tasted it, then spat it onto the snow and turned back to Wang Yunxiao, saying: "The meat is edible!"

There is no pollution mutation; it’s just a normal wild beast.

This is even more baffling. You are such a huge chunk of meat, brazenly running in here; do you think that the humanoid ape tribe has collectively turned vegetarian?

Let’s not even discuss whether wolf meat tastes good or not.

During years of famine, when people are so starved they’d gnaw on roots and tree bark, who would care if wolf meat is sour or tough?

Wang Yunxiao is deep in thought, while Chen Old Four hides nearby, shivering with fear.

It was just a short trip out to buy some drinks and groceries, and his home was almost ransacked by wolves.

If it weren’t for the official enforcers from the Governmental Office, he couldn’t bear to imagine what might have happened to his mother and son.

"It must be the scent of the Demon Core that attracted them! That’s what it says in the book!"

"Oh?"

Wang Yunxiao picked up the book and asked with a smile, "Where does it say that?"

Chen Old Four hurriedly took the book, flipped through a few pages, and presented it to Wang Yunxiao: "Look here, sir, it says the Demon Core is an inner elixir formed by monsters absorbing nature’s spiritual energy. It can be used to refine Elixirs and enhance cultivation, and its own scent will also attract other demons..."

"Really?"

Wang Yunxiao raised an eyebrow and said, "My eyesight is poor. Which line is it? Point it out to me."

"Here, right here!"

Chen Old Four said perplexedly, "Is there something wrong with my understanding?"

"No, your understanding is fine, I was just asking casually."

Wang Yunxiao handed the book to Youtiao, who frowned at it for a moment and exchanged a glance with Wang Yunxiao.

Stepping outside, Youtiao whispered: "These words are not in the book at all, how did he come up with that?"

"That’s the real issue here."

Wang Yunxiao lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I think with his level of education, let alone this passage, he couldn’t possibly understand the whole book from start to finish."

"Then this..."

"Have you ever read a book in a dream?"

"Does dreaming about taking an exam count?"

"It’s roughly the same analogy. Don’t you think his current state seems like he’s dreaming?"

"He seems just like a normal person, doesn’t he? Able to speak, to move."

"Some people can move normally even while sleepwalking."