Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 419 - 217 The Real Arrangement Made a Hundred Years Ago

The woman knelt on the ground, staring blankly at her child in her arms, unconscious.

The bloodstains on the child’s lips had not yet dried, but there still wasn’t the slightest sign of awakening.

She raised her head, her dull gaze following the girl moving from outside.

After the gunfight, the scene was in chaos, with heavy casualties.

If a bullet from a handgun didn’t hit a vital organ accurately, it was difficult for someone to die on the spot, so although there was widespread mourning on the scene, most people were injured but not dead. With timely treatment, their lives could be saved.

The girl raised her finger, allowing the fresh red drops of blood to fall from the tip.

Immediately, someone reached out to catch the drop of blood and licked it into their mouth.

...And then nothing happened.

The patient licking the blood looked at the bleeding gunshot wound on their thigh and fell into contemplation.

"Does anyone else want my blood?"

The girl looked around and asked softly, "This is ’God’s Blood,’ very precious, don’t miss your chance!"

"You’re lying, it’s no use at all..."

Hearing someone mutter under their breath nearby, the girl turned her head to look at the speaker: "We don’t know each other, when have I ever deceived you?"

The injured person was at a loss for words.

It was only after calming down that they remembered, she had never claimed her blood could cure all diseases.

It was that woman holding the child!

If she hadn’t shouted so loudly, who would have believed such a ludicrous thing!

Feeling the questioning and angry glances around her, the woman muttered in despair, "I just heard it from someone else, I just heard it from someone else..."

"Do you still want it?"

The girl asked sincerely, "Did that person tell you the specific dosage? Maybe it’s too little to have an effect, do you need to feed him a couple more drops? Or do you want to drain me completely, feeding all my blood to him? If one person’s blood isn’t enough, do you plan to catch a woman every day to let your child feed and survive?"

The woman shook her head blankly; she was just an ignorant housewife and didn’t understand these things. Her heart had already turned cold when her child showed no reaction.

In the ancient myths of Ming Country, divine medicines worked instantaneously, curing illnesses immediately. There was never talk of immortals giving you a Power Pill and telling you to divide it into four treatment phases, taking 25 grams each day with such precision.

If one drop didn’t work, more wouldn’t be of use either, this was common sense that common people understood.

As she watched her last hope shatter, the nerve in the woman’s brain that had been taut also collapsed, plunging her completely into a state of stupefaction.

...

A perfectly ordinary-looking person stared at the empty glass in front of them, equally lost in thought.

"The more complex a plan is, the more likely it is to fail."

The short-haired woman across the table smiled and said, "So have you decided who to use for the exchange? Moses, or Jesus?"

The ordinary-looking person was silent for a long time, then raised their head and asked, "The Starlight Sanctuary is known as the guardian and recorder of history, is there really a need to ask me about such matters?"

"Whether there’s a need or not, it’s no longer any of your concern. What you should be more worried about now is yourself. The plan to resurrect Lilith has failed, how will you explain it to Mephisto? Will your master forgive you?"

The woman named Raffey spread her hands and laughed, "Whether you want to make this trade is entirely up to you. If you think it doesn’t matter, then let’s consider I never mentioned it, and we’ll part ways after finishing this drink."

"Wait!"

The unremarkable-looking person gritted his teeth, "Lilith, Moses, and Jesus are three separate plans. I don’t even know who the leaders of the other two plans are, only Lord Mephisto knows the specifics of each plan!"

"So you’re saying you have no bargaining chips on hand now?"

"I do, I know the future..."

"The disruptions from the time-space tides are growing more intense. Nowadays, as long as you find the right path, anyone can predict the future."

Raffey laughed and said, "Until now, you still haven’t realized one thing, which is that the area and population of this country far exceed your imagination. Whether one more person or one fewer exists, it doesn’t make any difference to the country as a whole."

"Do you really think that after something happens to the current three high-ranking officers of the Special Service Bureau, that the Bureau would become paralyzed and unable to function normally? Who gave you such a naïve and arrogant illusion?"

"Okay, I don’t want to hear you talk about this!"

The unremarkable-looking person said angrily, "What I mean is, even though Moses and Jesus are well protected now, and even the Starlight Sanctuary can’t find their whereabouts, according to the future I know of, the three Sages closely associated with Jesus will soon make their appearance."

"The three Sages who witnessed the birth of Jesus and offered their blessings?"

"Exactly, I just need to say their names and you’ll know. They are Reddy, Cangqing, and Amber."

Raffey exclaimed in surprise, "Aren’t they the three Great Magi known for their numerous crimes and notorious reputations in the coming decade?"

"A fallen angel is still an angel, a sage from Hell is still a sage, isn’t that logical?"

"Well, you do have a point when you put it that way. If I’m not mistaken, by keeping an eye on those three, we can find the Saint Heir who will be born. But when exactly? We surely can’t waste the manpower to monitor them for ten years, can we?"

The unremarkable-looking person cautiously looked around, lowered his voice, and said, "The place of the Holy Trinity in the Mortal World has been taken. To make way for the new Saint Heir to be born, the existence of the old Saint Heir must be erased."

Raffey’s eyes lit up with understanding, "I get it now, to clear the path first by offing Archbishop Jesus Saint Theresa of the Qianjin Church. When she dies, the new Saint Heir will be born."

"That’s all I know, now it’s your turn."

The unremarkable-looking person neither acknowledged nor denied but stared intently at Raffey and said in a heavy tone, "I must receive an equivalent exchange!"

"Of course, the Starlight Sanctuary is always equitable and reputable in its dealings, isn’t that the reason you sought to cooperate with us?"

Raffey coughed and said, "Throw away those rubbish plans you’ve prepared, take your stock, and go to Willow Alley in West City District. Look for a man named Zhao Baosheng, and get God’s Blood into his hands."

"Zhao Baosheng? What does he do?"

"Currently, he’s just an insignificant itinerant healer from Jianghu World."

"Itinerant healer from Jianghu World? Are you joking with me?"

"I’m not joking with you. Although he’s presently penniless, he will soon find good fortune and create a vast family fortune from scratch. The pharmaceutical company he will establish on his own will become a well-known transnational monopoly in the future era."

"Originally, his entrepreneurial journey was full of hardships and uncertainties. But with God’s Blood in your possession, you can save him a decade or more in development time, so the transnational giant—Brilliant Moon Pharmaceuticals, controlled by the Zhao Family—can come into existence ahead of schedule. I believe this achievement should be sufficient for you to explain to Lord Mephisto."

"Brilliant Moon Pharmaceuticals..."

The unremarkable-looking person repeated the name several times, a gleam of insight flashing in his eyes, "Is Brilliant Moon Pharmaceuticals your real partner? A mere pharmaceutical company, how can they have the power to bluff in front of Lord Mephisto?"

"They have money, a lot of money. You can distribute God’s Blood through their sales channels, mixing it into regular medicines, and no one would be the wiser."