Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 502 - 80 That’s the Word I Wanted to Say

"Is there a problem if, as a person from Ming Country, I have doubts about the people of Fusang?"

Wang Yunxiao felt that there was absolutely no issue with it.

People of Fusang without a tattoo on their face don’t count as people, but having a tattoo doesn’t mean they are good people either!

"Even if you are wearing a police uniform, what does that really prove?" In the past, the Nantong District Police Station had infiltrated by Faceless Ones who disguised themselves perfectly as the original, and the mastermind behind it still hadn’t been caught.

The key isn’t listening to what he says; it’s about watching what he does.

Although the situation now is complex, it’s not without a way to break through.

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand and touched Zhou Qing, "What’s the deal with that woman?"

"She’s a bad person!"

Zhou Qing expressed in simple and shocking terms, "She’s hiding underground and directing those rats to attack us."

Good.

Wang Yunxiao internally gave Zhou Qing a big thumbs up.

The identity of Zhou Qing as a fierce ghost was indeed hard to explain, but that was predicated on her being without consciousness. If she had a clear thought process and could accurately express her views, then she wouldn’t be considered a ghost but rather a deceased person.

Nobody would believe the words of a ghost, but if that Fusang man really was a police officer, he couldn’t ignore the testimony of the dead.

Sure enough, a wavering expression appeared on Ito Hidemi’s face.

This female ghost, when not in a frenzied state, still looked rather pretty. Moreover, the straightforward confession like a primary school student’s, "She is a bad person," sounded more persuasive.

"I am Ito Hidemi, the Deputy Chief of the Special Service Section at the Seaside District Police Station. Please put down your weapons and state your identities!"

He’s one of us!

Wang Yunxiao’s doubts were instantly halved. If it were something else he might not have believed, but such a brazen lie isn’t something most people could come up with, nor could they maintain such composure while saying it.

Of course, one couldn’t rule out the possibility of Old Six impersonating someone else.

But that was easy to verify.

He was about to speak when the woman opposite him preemptively said, "Mr. Ito, I know Captain Hu from your First Division. Let’s not bring disaster to the Dragon King Temple. These two are suspicious, their identities unclear, and I suspect they’re involved with the National Salvation Warriors."

Ah?

Wang Yunxiao was dumbfounded.

Big sister, you’re using my lines!

Ito Hidemi subconsciously tightened his grip on his katana.

National Salvation Warriors!

He had a conditioned reaction to that phrase.

But at this moment, he still maintained his rationality and asked in a deep voice, "You said you know Captain Hu. What is his catchphrase?"

The woman hesitated.

Wang Yunxiao chuckled internally. You thought you knew Captain Hu just because you said so? Are you kidding a fool?

"He..."

"He’s from Gumma, speaks with a heavy accent, and all his sentences end with a rising tone, like this—eh~"

Damn it!

Wang Yunxiao was furious. This woman seemed to know what he was going to say next and snatched his lines!

Wait... could this be some kind of ability?

Wang Yunxiao quickly reviewed all his memories related to mystical power systems.

Damn, there were too many, but he should remember this ability.

Countless streaks of light flashed through his mind, finally slowing down to linger on the smiling face of Li Mumu.

"Because I have the bloodline of a witch, although I’m not very talented, I did inherit some ability from the prophecy arts..."

Witch!

"Which faction of witches do you belong to?"

Although Wang Yunxiao did not know what factions the witch might belong to, tricking her at this time was always the right move.

A flicker of unnatural expression flashed across the woman’s face.

Interpreting a prophecy also had prerequisites; the more stringent the conditions, the more precise the prophecy, and vice versa. The Prophecy Art she had just used was to foresee the scenes a few seconds ahead, which even allowed her to clearly understand every word spoken. Predicting what would happen tomorrow was not so simple.

A normal person’s brain could not run two lines of thought in parallel. While Wang Yunxiao and Ito Hidemi were conversing, she could sneakily attempt minor tricks, but when Wang Yunxiao questioned her, Ito Hidemi also locked his gaze on her, making it dangerous to attempt any tricks then.

Why should someone from the Martial Faction like you try to use their brain? Isn’t it better to be a bit more foolish?

The witch cursed inwardly.

Just then, a low voice rang in her ear.

"Remember this Japanese phrase and pass it on to Ito."

Stirred, the witch turned her head and awkwardly repeated, "Mr. Ito, he is stalling for time, someone has already made a move on the Imperial Jade Seal."

You’re speaking Japanese right in front of me?

Upon hearing this, Wang Yunxiao was furious. Although he could not understand Japanese, what else could ’Kou ni qi wa’ and such be if not Japanese?

Which one of our brothers down the line doesn’t have a few Japanese teachers...

These two are together in this.

Seeing that the witch had finished speaking and was now raising her hand toward him, seemingly about to release a spell, Wang Yunxiao hesitated no longer, but shouted, "Bind her!"

"Bind her!"

Then I’ll deal with this genuine Fusang Bird Person!

...

"Grandma, someone sent us a package!"

The eldest daughter of the Ma Family burst carelessly into the grandmother’s sickroom and placed the package on the bedside table.

The Ma Family grandmother, who had been resting with her eyes closed while hooked to an IV, opened her eyes wide in a gasp at the sight of the securely wrapped box, and her complexion immediately turned grave.

"Eldest girl, go call everyone over."

"Call everyone? My mother can’t get out of bed yet..."

"Just call everyone who can walk over then."

Once the Ma Family had all arrived, the grandmother pointed to the package, "Open it and see."

The eldest girl cheerfully reached out to untie the rope: "I don’t know who sent our family this gift. We don’t know many people around here; it’s quite mysterious... Wow!"

Upon removing the outer kraft paper, everyone smelled a strong scent of blood emanating from inside.

Inside the box was a human hand, very pale, with a white jade bracelet on the wrist, clearly that of a young woman.

"Why is it missing?"

The Ma Family grandmother closed her eyes and sighed, "Sister is thinking about us."

"This... This couldn’t be Li Mumu’s hand, could it? I remember she wore a pair of jade bracelets."

The eldest daughter, holding the severed hand, trembled as she spoke, "Could they have encountered some trouble after leaving here?"

"Is there anything else inside?"

"There’s nothing else... Ah! There are words here!"

The eldest daughter flipped through the box and found nothing, but suddenly noticed a bright red character carved with a small knife in the palm of the severed hand.

"Jianlan Road, number 6. Is this an address?"

With a puzzled look, the eldest daughter looked up at her family; they had only been in Tianmen for a couple of days, how would they know any streets or roads. Although I know you gave us this address to get us to go there, have you thought we are strangers here, not knowing what is where?

But just at that moment, the severed hand suddenly moved, raising a finger and pointing in a direction.

"This is a trap set for us to fall into, if we don’t go, Miss Li and the others might be in danger."

Ma Hanwen clenched his teeth, "I’ll go alone!"

The Ma Family grandmother looked at him, shaking her head, "Our family has a better chance if we stick together. Aren’t you just delivering yourself to them if you go alone?"