Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 446 - 24: The Causal Connection Through Time and Space

"Is this considered a secret?"

"A secret that even the Longevity Sect knows about, what kind of secret is that?"

Max and Old Zhang looked at each other.

Speaking of secrets, it indeed was a secret, but a secret of this level couldn’t compare to the value of a Dragon Crystal.

What they really wanted wasn’t the answer to an exam, but at minimum, a way to approach the problem. What use was spouting formulas to them?

What exactly are the forty-nine paths of the Heavenly Dao? No one could clearly say.

It’s just a hypothesis.

Li Mumu could certainly understand that sense of powerless dread a fool feels before the gates of wisdom.

The Grand Sorceress Mephistopheles explained her String Theory in hundreds of thousands of words, and Li Mumu could only comprehend the most superficial part.

Whenever it involved high-level algebra, introducing constants and imaginary number vectors, she was completely lost.

Even if you tell me this is the Heavenly Dao, it’s useless, it’s hilariously incomprehensible.

Li Mumu’s level of research in the field of String Theory was like that of an ignorant teenager who had just come to the city to find work from the countryside.

Aside from knowing that Baleno was a brand, she was clueless about everything else.

She vaguely sensed that the so-called secret mentioned by the uninvited guest was not what Max and Old Zhang were earnestly discussing. It was something she was currently experiencing herself, difficult to describe concretely in words.

Volcanic eruptions brought forth the first life.

The disarray of the world led to misplaced perceptions.

I saw a storm taking shape over the sea, linking the water with the sky.

Some ships returned to the harbor, dropping anchor, waiting for the storm to arrive.

Some ships lifted anchor, sailing towards the sea against the storm.

I saw a realm miles of ice, where warriors in single garments froze into statutes.

Yet beneath the ice and snow, one could still hear the beating of hearts.

Li Mumu looked up, seeing a bright yellow coffin containing Xia Yubing floating above the Netherworld Springs, with blood-red Manjushahua blossoming profusely on both banks.

A corner of the wall of the Thousand-Year Dynasty World had collapsed, revealing layers of iron chains within the broken bricks, and the other end of the chains connected to the coffin.

It looked as though a small boat energetically dragged the wall, trying to topple the massive wall.

Not to change the subject, sister, but isn’t your advancement into a Yin Envoy causing a bit too much commotion?

Okay, okay, you’re playing me, right?

At this juncture, how could Li Mumu not realize, what the hell, screw the Yin Envoy!

She should have thought of it earlier. Xia Yubing, even at her weakest, could hold her own against Old Zhang, the Puppet Master, on equal grounds. This indicated her true strength was far beyond what she had shown at the time.

Only, Li Mumu had no previous experience and completely failed to realize this point.

This the hell wasn’t a Specter advancing to a Yin Envoy, it was clearly a Yin Envoy advancing to a Night Wandering Deity!

Sister isn’t just a grade ahead of me, she isn’t even from the same school.

I was just in junior high, while she had already graduated high school!

Indeed, the prettier the woman, the more deceptive she is, I was so deceived, so tragically deceived!

Every time she thought of the encouragement and urging Xia Yubing had given her, Li Mumu felt extremely embarrassed.

She felt like she was being treated like a child someone was looking after.

"Anchor successful!"

It’s said that celestial bodies in the universe produce a gravitational pull due to their own mass, capturing small celestial bodies that pass close by.

Once they come within a certain distance, even ten thousand planet engines couldn’t help them escape.

Li Mumu had never thought she would one day be caught in such a gravitational effect.

Although Xia Yubing had mentioned beforehand that observing the advancement ceremony would benefit her greatly, she hadn’t taken it seriously.

The experiences of the King of Competitor were to be listened to and that’s all, not applicable to a student content with laying low and slacking.

Then, without warning, she was swept into the space-time ripple caused by Xia Yubing’s advancement.

Snow is white, blood is red.

The fresh blood frozen in the snow resembled vivid rubies.

Li Mumu looked down at the woman lying before her.

[You perceive that this woman before you has nothing.]

[She has lost all her property.]

[She has lost her parents, siblings, husband, and children.]

[There is nothing left on her that could be called a sacrifice.]

[Except herself.]

"..."

The woman leaned against a tree stump, her chest wound encased in a large patch of frozen blood.

She muttered to herself and, with difficulty, turned her head to glance at the handgun in her hand while also meeting Li Mumu’s gaze.

She weakly shook her head and waved at Li Mumu, muttering something.

"Get up..."

She struggled to raise her hand, aiming the gun forward.

Li Mumu followed her gaze and saw, in the distance on the snowy ground, a dozen beige human-shaped figures moving cautiously towards them.

"Get up..."

The woman muttered to herself as if encouraging herself.

But her hands were so frozen that their original color was indiscernible; it seemed she no longer had the strength even to pull the trigger.

Li Mumu couldn’t hear her voice, but for some reason, she suddenly understood the woman’s intention.

She was singing.

"Get..."

The beige figures drew closer, holding rifles and carefully advancing, aiming their guns at the woman who could no longer make a sound.

A short, fat man with a black mink hat on his head staggered over, dodged the woman’s gun, removed his gloves, and placed his fingers near her mouth and nose to check. After a while, he stood up and laughed loudly.

"Dead! Really dead!"

"Supreme Elder! Supreme Elder, look! The Ma Family has finally been wiped out!"

Upon hearing his loud shouts, the soldiers in beige military coats quickly gathered around.

The leading officer drew his knife and thrust it deep into the woman’s chest. After making sure she didn’t move, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As he sheathed his knife, a torn photo fell from the woman’s chest.

The man with the black hat hurriedly picked it up, and respectfully presented it with both hands to the officer, "Supreme Elder, look, this is their family portrait, none missing, all exterminated."

The officer took the photo, looked at it carefully, and turned it over to find a few lines of text on the back. He frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"It must be the Immortal Family they worshipped. Now that the people are dead, those things naturally do not matter..."

"And that one?"

The officer turned his head and locked eyes with Li Mumu.

However, just at that moment, heavy snow began to fall, obstructing their line of sight.

By the time Li Mumu regained her senses, she had already returned to the clay and wooden effigies of the Longevity Sect.

Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusory dreamland, with only the Red String around her wrist floating slowly towards the void.

Red String ties cause and effect.

In both past and present timelines, Li Mumu had no memories of those beige-uniformed soldiers, yet she vaguely realized she had already become entangled in this karma.

Was that the future or the past? Or was it a segment of some parallel dimension?

She looked up into the night sky, where the moon shone large and immaculate like a silver platter on July 14th.