Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 418 - 216: The Legendary God’s Blood

Wang Yunxiao immediately noticed something was off about the person behind Li Mumu.

He was too handsome.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being handsome, but being so handsome that one does not seem human is quite bizarre.

Unusually, this big fellow was even wearing an earring, and it was made of jade.

This instantly made Wang Yunxiao think of an ethnic minority that ordinary people hardly see in everyday life and may not recognize even if they do—the Sea People.

The term "Sea People" is actually a generic term used specifically to refer to a race of humanoid creatures who lived under the sea in the past.

According to the myths of the Sea People Tribe, their ancestors were ancient humans who, during Dayu’s era of controlling the waters, were exiled from the land to the sea—though this is the myth in its naturalized version.

Just like the Fusang People, the naturalized citizens are those with tattoos on their faces, while those without are not considered human.

Sea People who are willing to accept this version of the myth are considered naturalized citizens. Those who resist this notion and continue to follow the original tribal customs, worshiping the evil Gods of the deep sea, are considered demons and evil spirits.

Of course, there are noticeable differences in appearance.

Nurse Liu, who used to teach Wang Yunxiao and others, is a naturalized Sea Person originally named Luo Luomi, and looks no different from a normal human being. Her tribe has a unique custom of wearing scarlet silk fabric, as this color is similar to the red coral commonly found in her hometown.

Naturalized Sea People look like humans and like to wear decorations made of coral, agate, and Tridacna, or textiles of similar colors.

Non-naturalized, primitive Sea People look very attractive when they are young, and all are beautiful men and women, but as they age, they gradually develop characteristics of deep-sea fish, and their skin becomes pale and blue-tinged, making them look like bloated corpses in seawater.

They like to wear decorations made of fish bones. Certain deep-sea fish bones, after being polished and handled over a long time, take on a texture and color similar to yellow jade or amber. It’s difficult to tell the difference at a glance, but you can smell a fishy odor.

Just like the non-naturalized Fusang People, primitive Sea People have no rights domestically. They are unwilling to act like humans and harbor great malice towards land dwellers. When they appear on land, it’s almost certain that they are up to no good, and arresting or shooting them on the spot is considered the most appropriate response.

You absolutely cannot afford to be lenient with them, or it’s like irresponsibly releasing snails into a reservoir—endless trouble.

There was more than one Sea Person who had infiltrated the hospital, and they were armed with guns, clearly up to no good. Not only did Wang Yunxiao realize there was a problem the moment he saw them, but the two guard nuns also saw through their identity, decisively aimed their guns, and pulled the triggers.

At this point, there was no time to consider harming the innocent. If you were even slightly slower to shoot, they would create severe havoc.

This was a lesson learned through bloodshed.

Seeing the nuns’ reactions, the Sea People hidden in the crowd realized that their mission had failed, and thus, they no longer concealed their identities and began to shoot back at them.

Knowing they could not overcome the two experienced Battle Nuns, they immediately turned their guns towards the panicking bystanders.

Damn these beasts!

If it were someone else saying they were naturally cruel and devoid of humanity, it might still be seen as racial bigotry.

But when these words came from Nurse Liu, they were especially convincing.

These Sea People follow the law of the ocean, not only harsh towards foreigners but also towards their own kind, often attacking other Sea People tribes and cannibalizing their own, sparing not even fish eggs or fry.

Amidst the gunfire, Wang Yunxiao struggled through the chaotic crowd. During a brief lull in the shooting, he finally saw Li Mumu crouching and covering her head in a corner, and also saw the man he had knocked down with a railing getting up, pulling a dirty fishbone dagger from his pocket, his cold gaze meeting Wang Yunxiao’s.

Without a moment to think further, Wang Yunxiao scooped up Li Mumu, who was trembling on the ground, and burst through the locked door of a nearby hospital room. The man followed them closely.

Wang Yunxiao flung a can lid—sharpened into a toothed disc by his teeth—behind him. It flew precisely past the man’s eye, drawing a streak of blood.

The man covered his right eye and yelled, still fierce, attempting to burst through the door. Wang Yunxiao lifted his leg and hooked the door that had just been knocked open by the man. The door slammed shut, trapping him outside.

Bang—!

A gunshot sounded, and the man who failed to enter the door in time had a mist of blood burst from the back of his head and slowly fell to the ground.

His head had been blown open by a pistol bullet.

Wang Yunxiao embraced Li Mumu with one arm and extended his other hand to grab the iron rail that held the IV bottles in front of the hospital bed, but he felt his hand wasn’t responding properly.

Turning around, he discovered that the man’s fishbone dagger was stuck in his shoulder.

Wang Yunxiao cursed silently to himself; his physical condition was poor, and it felt like capsizing in a ditch.

"Wuwuwu... are you okay?"

Eldest Miss Li cried pitifully in his arms, "Please don’t die!"

"It’s okay, just a small issue."

Only when the gunfire outside had ceased did Wang Yunxiao release Li Mumu and sit down on the ground with a thump.

Li Mumu’s touch felt very nice, not bony and flat but well-rounded in just the right places without appearing fat. Compared to her, Little Gourd was just like a bean sprout, but of course, that was mainly a nutritional issue.

Wang Yunxiao realized that his brain was starting to entertain uncontrollable wild thoughts—damn, the dagger must have been poisoned!

"Help me pull out the knife!"

"Oh, okay!"

Li Mumu, with tears still glistening on her face, acted decisively and yanked out the dagger with a swift motion.

"Hiss—!"

Wang Yunxiao gasped in pain; it was agonizing indeed.

At this moment, the door to the hospital room was pushed open from outside. He saw two nuns holding guns and walking through the doorway with vigilant expressions, checking the life signs of those Sea People who had been killed, apparently preparing to shoot again.

A girl dressed in a hospital gown walked in, glanced at the disheveled Wang Yunxiao and the black bruised wound on his back, then slowly raised her blood-stained finger.

"Do you need my blood?"

Need... hell no!

Wang Yunxiao stared dumbfounded at the girl in front of him.

Who are you?

"This is God’s Blood!"

Then he saw a familiar smile emerge on the girl’s face as she removed the human skin mask and the black wig from her head, revealing pure white hair underneath. As her bones made a crackling sound, her body gradually grew taller.

"They all say that God’s Blood cures all diseases; it’s a panacea."

Veronica moved her shoulders and stretched a big lazy stretch, then walked over to Wang Yunxiao, squatted down in front of him with a smile, and said, "Young man, it looks like you are suffering greatly from your illness. Would you like to take some time to learn about our Heavenly Father and the Savior?"