Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 443 - 21 So This is Called Spacetime Tides

Click, clack—

Wang Yunxiao faintly heard the sound of a clock ticking near his ear.

For a moment, he nearly lost his sense of assurance about the time-space he was in.

This feeling was quite strange, like falling from a hundred meters high in a dream.

In a trance, he saw the jam smeared on Li Mumu’s face.

That should have been a scene from this morning, when Li Mumu, the glutton, went out to buy a jar of jam and, dipping her steamed buns in it, accidentally got it on her face.

For a moment, he even felt that Li Mumu saw him too, her face showing a look of surprise.

Their eye contact lasted less than an instant before the girl shattered into countless pieces right before his eyes.

"Anchor failed!"

Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes to find his feet firmly planted amidst the ruins.

At this moment, above the sky of this city’s ruins, a number of fragmented dimensional rifts were slowly opening.

The tidal wave of time-space had arrived.

Although he had heard the term countless times, he had never truly felt its reality until now, finally experiencing it firsthand.

He didn’t want this experience at all!

The phenomenon of overlapping dimensions, previously observable only with the Multi-Dimensional Periscope, could now be seen with the naked eye, the implied contamination almost palpable.

The sensation was like someone choking him and force-feeding him excrement.

A dimension... Wang Yunxiao had always found it difficult to imagine how one could use such a quantifier to describe the indescribable "dimension," but now he was watching "a dimension" falling from the sky right before his eyes.

It was a street ablaze with raging fires.

Along with the street, civilians in a desperate flea and soldiers dressed in various military uniforms were falling.

They seemed completely unaware of their "fall," enveloped in their own dimensions.

Wang Yunxiao watched horrified as those red-haired, yellow-haired, and white-haired Foreigners raised their rifles, pointing bayonets at the fleeing civilians, and approached step by step with twisted smiles on their faces.

The Priest, wearing a red beret, kissed the Cross in his hands as if in a trance, reciting prayers from the Bible aloud amidst the fiery Hell.

"Hsss... this piece of history looks familiar."

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Black Dragon Egg, seeing Wang Yunxiao bend down to pick up a brick from the ground, couldn’t help but exclaim, "That’s all fake! It’s an illusion from the Outer Dimension! Snap out of it, don’t expose our location!"

"I am very much awake."

Wang Yunxiao weighed the brick in his hand, "But seeing a familiar place, I feel compelled to help out. It just doesn’t feel right not to."

Others were still resisting.

A man in white leading four or five militiamen rushed out of a side alley and broke into the ranks of the Foreigners Soldiers. With braids on their heads and only broadswords and spears in their hands, they wore expressions of resignation to death and made ghostly wails and howls.

"Kill—!"

"Kill the Foreign dogs—!"

"Kill the devils—!"

The man leading them had exceptional martial arts skill, wielding a gleaming precious saber. With a leap, he plunged into the rear of the Foreigners Soldiers. His saber danced like moonlight, dazzling and swift, and in an instant, three soldiers fell to the ground.

Taken by surprise, the Foreigners Soldiers were struck dumb; some turned and ran, others tried to return fire. Having no unifying command, they became even more disordered in their panic.

But they still held the advantage in numbers.

The foreign priest following behind the team held up a cross, traced it over his chest, and whispered to the secretary beside him, "This boxer bandit brutally slaughtered a hundred of our congregation, we must kill a hundred in equal retaliation."

"Where are there a hundred?"

"Just record a hundred for now, no need to explain to them..."

Halfway through his statement, the priest suddenly realized something was off about the voice beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw only a half-brick flying toward his face.

The brick struck his face fiercely, causing blood to flow from all his orifices.

"I’m asking you, where are there a hundred?"

Wang Yunxiao grabbed the priest by the collar, swung the brick round and hit him on the head again, causing one of his eyes to fly out on the spot.

"Speak!"

Wang Yunxiao deliberately eased the force of his blows, for fear of killing him with one strike and letting him off too easily.

But even so, the priest’s skull still couldn’t withstand the third strike of the brick and shattered along with it.

"Tsk..."

Wang Yunxiao threw away the brick and the body, shaking the brain mass off his hand.

This guy was infuriatingly weak; an ordinary mortal indeed. He looked like he might be capable of something, and if he had been a priest of the Holy Grail Church, he could at least have let me finish a set of military boxing.

The troops in front had by now noticed Wang Yunxiao’s presence. One of the shorter foreigners soldiers shouted, "Baka!" and lifted his gun to aim at Wang Yunxiao before pulling the trigger.

Then he watched, shocked, as the bullet he fired hit the young man’s chest but did absolutely nothing to him.

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand and flicked off the lead bullet embedded in his chest, glancing at the bullet hole left on his clothing.

There was a slight seepage of blood from the wound, but it wasn’t very painful. Bullets of this caliber no longer posed a threat to his body.

Because he had always faced indescribable demons and evil spirits, various mythical monsters. Even though Wang Yunxiao persisted in his cultivation every day, he still felt his progress was slow and somewhat unsatisfactory.

Even though Old Master He considered his speed of cultivation nothing short of terrifying.

It turned out it wasn’t me that was too weak, but rather, this world was too complex.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t even bother to take a second look at the panic-stricken soldier, instead turning to survey the surrounding buildings engulfed in raging flames.

The year 1900, the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded.

A familiar thread of history, though he did not know how much it deviated from the world he had traveled from.

Why had nobody ever told me that temporal tides were such fun?

The foreigner soldier, refusing to believe in the supernatural, pulled the trigger again, but the boy he aimed at had vanished.

"Why don’t you have tattoos on your face?"

This was the last phrase he heard before he died, and before he could comprehend its meaning, he saw his own chest.

Mists entwined around Wang Yunxiao, making him look like an evil ghost shrouded in smoke.

He casually stuffed the foreigner soldier’s head into the chest cavity, then turned his head, casting a cold gaze toward the other soldiers nearby.

"Fusang people without facial tattoos, deserve to die."

"Unregistered Westerners, deserve to die."

"Invaders of my country’s territory, murderers of the innocent, deserve to die!"