Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 471 - 49: The Roe Deer in the Mountains Can’t Eat Fine Bran

In the boundless darkness, a muddy path led to the ominous and terrifying church ahead.

It was presumably the church.

The Ma Family trampled over the numerous bones underfoot, passing one after another bizarrely shaped Arhat statues.

The eldest girl’s eyes widened as she observed the worshippers who, topped with candles and as gaunt as skeletons, ceaselessly worshipped toward the front.

It might be more accurate to say they were part of the church rather than worshippers.

Just like ghosts driven by a tiger.

"You’ve arrived?"

An exhausted, deep female voice came from ahead, and the eldest girl instinctively grabbed her elder brother’s sleeve before cautiously peering forward, only then noticing the gorgeously dressed, beautiful woman seated on the altar.

Her eyes were slender, eyebrows heavily powdered—aspects of her makeup that did not seem to follow domestic trends.

Even Grandma Ma hesitated, closely observing for a long while before finally speaking, "Second elder sister, is that really you?"

"Of course, it’s me. If it weren’t for me, why would you all go to such lengths?"

The woman seated on the altar sneered, "Seeing that I’m not dead, are you disappointed?"

"Can’t say I’m disappointed."

Grandma Ma said indifferently, "Back then, when State Duke Mu marched to the Northwest, the Rakshasa invaded the Northern Frontier. The President was ordered to head north, and we old mountain folk helped with all our might. The Black River Li Family, even the White Family from Sky River, despite severe casualties, did not lag behind. Only out of our Ma Family did you, a traitor who betrayed us for outsiders, emerge, causing our family to be unable to lift our heads in public for years..."

"Unable to lift your heads? Did I obstruct your cultivation, or did I spoil your enjoyment? The President didn’t do anything to you, did he?"

Sarcasm crossed the woman’s face on the altar.

"The Li Family are descendants of the dragon, and the White Family, those birdmen, have the protection of the old ancestors of the Kunlun Mountains, they might be considered part of the Immortal Clan. What about the Ma Family?"

"Foxes, white willows, and grey ashes, all things that can’t show their faces in public. Killing them for meat would be deemed foul-smelling. Years of hard cultivation just to reincarnate as humans, afraid of being laughed at if they mention their true name, only daring to say they are the Mas. And now? Still facing the Black Earth, their backs to the sky, grubbing in the soil like peasants, unaware of what pride you take in it."

"What President, what Rakshasa—stop trying to glorify yourselves! National affairs, what do they have to do with you bones from which not even two ounces of meat can be scraped? The Li Family, the White Family, don’t they disregard you? Is that because of me? Wake up, Old Seven, deceiving yourselves should have a limit. If others took you seriously, the ones who should be visiting me today would have been from the Special Service Bureau, not these sycophantic grandchildren of yours!"

The woman on the altar cast her eye toward the group of family members behind Grandma Ma, stretched out her bright red tongue and licked her plump lips, and cooed, "Old Seven is a crazed stubborn fool, and you young ones, following Old Seven, sure haven’t enjoyed much blessing, have you? What do you usually eat at home? Flying Dragon stew with mushrooms, or an iron pot goose stew? Each of you so thin and frail, alas... Coming to your grandaunt’s house, I can’t let you return on an empty stomach, lest the old monster criticizes and complains, saying I lack the courtesy befitting an elder."

She raised her hand and made a light snapping sound with her fingers. Immediately, the sounds of chains and gears rubbing echoed overhead, and soon after, streams of fresh blood flowed down from above the church, filling the air with a strangely fragrant aroma instantly.

The eldest girl stupidly stared at the blood, swallowing a gulp of saliva hard.

Ma Hanwen pressed down on her head and turned her face back toward the woman on the altar, shouting loudly, "Second Aunt, how does the iron pot stewed goose suit you? You’ve been away from home for so many years, don’t you want to go back and have a taste?"

The woman on the altar shook her head and laughed, "Country bumpkin, the Blood Food here is incomparable to the wild game from the mountains. Try a taste, and I guarantee you won’t forget it even in your dreams."

Hearing this, Ma Hanwen actually reached out to touch the blood that flowed down. The eldest girl tugged at him tightly, fearing he might fall into a trap. However, Ma Hanwen simply waved at her to reassure her, catching a drop of blood and tentatively licking it, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

"It’s good stuff."

"But... that’s about it."

Seeing his clear and indifferent expression, the woman sitting on the altar finally showed a slight unnatural change in her face.

"Did you really cultivate into a human?"

Ma Hanwen laughed, "I am also born of a father and a mother, who says I’m not human?"

The woman suddenly looked toward Grandma Ma, who had been silent, and frowned, "You really consider yourself human?"

"After so many years, you’re still stuck on this issue. What a waste of all these years."

Grandma Ma leaned on her walking stick, her expression gradually turning solemn.

"Second Sister, you got one thing wrong. It’s not that the Imperial Government hasn’t come for you; I had to sacrifice my old face and beg them to spare our family and give us a chance to handle our affairs."

"When family members close the door to discuss matters, there’s no need for cryptic talk. You can enjoy your easy life overseas, I can’t manage you there. But you’ve insisted on coming back with such a grand title... I just want to ask you one thing, what are you really trying to do?"

The woman on the altar laughed, "Old Seven, since you’ve asked, isn’t it clear you already know what I intend to do? Why play dumb? That’s right; I assumed this title to take over the legacy of Old Lady Black!"

Grandma Ma said sternly, "Black Deity of Liaodong, protector and peace-bringer to the people. You are nothing but a stray dog kicked out of your home. What right or ability do you have to claim Old Lady’s legacy!"

The woman on the altar laughed loudly, "Precisely because I am now recognized as a protector god of the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss! Zen Master and the honorable Arhats, assist me in subduing these family demons!"

As soon as her words fell, the doorway’s Four Heavenly Kings and the eighteen Arhat statues began to tremble suddenly, each springing from the ground with fierce expressions. Some had horns on their heads, others sprouted wings on their backs—each bizarre and uniquely shaped.

The blood that flowed from above was not only a temptation for the Ma Family but also a necessary mechanism to activate these statues. Silently flowing onto the base of the statues, these blood-soaked figures seemed to have been given life, bursting forth with an endless fierce aura. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Yet, not a trace of surprise showed on Grandma Ma’s face. Since she dared to bring her entire family here, she had already prepared for the worst.

She lifted her walking stick and slammed it heavily on the ground, singing slowly, "When the sun sets~ over the Western mountains—!"

With a loud noise, the earth split open, and a grand snowy mountain rose abruptly!