Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 504 - 82: We Just Came to Take a Hostage

Under the moon, a sword swung to decapitate a beauty, which seemed like something that might very well fit the Fusang aesthetic.

Therefore, the swordsman had not a hint of hesitation and even exerted considerable force, fearing that the swing might not result in a perfect beheading.

It would be less than beautiful if the cut got stuck halfway through the neck bone.

However, reality is always filled with helpless cruelty, and the sword inevitably got stuck.

Not in the neck, but caught in the hands of the seemingly frail young girl before him. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

A large question mark appeared on the Fusang Warrior’s forehead.

What’s going on?

Even if it were a case of disarming an opponent barehanded, this was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

Whose good daughter can pinch the blade of a sword with her fingertips?

However, before he could react, Li Mumu’s other hand had already closed in on his face.

Her five slender fingers effortlessly penetrated his face, causing the Fusang Warrior’s eyes to burst on the spot, and then his entire face was torn off by her claw.

Her fingers slipped down, tearing along his throat all the way to his arm, forcing him to involuntarily loosen his grip. In the next moment, his katana was snatched away by her.

The black-robed monk watching from behind stared dumbfounded as Li Mumu displayed such ferocious and sharp Claw Technique, exclaiming in shock, "Yamata Dance Technique! You are the Divine Witch under the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations!"

Li Mumu didn’t understand what he said, but the ninjas did, and some of them dropped their weapons to the ground, trembling with fear.

Some were panicked, while others, unable to contain their anger, threw their sickles at Li Mumu, attempting to hook her limbs.

Tsk tsk... Not quite the ninja I imagined.

Shouldn’t a real ninja clap their hands to make Hand Seals and then summon a giant toad?

Li Mumu bent down to dodge the sickle sneaking up on her from behind, propped herself up with one hand, and in a single leap reached the closest ninja. With both hands on the sword, she delivered a devastating upward slash.

Blood splattered.

"Spread out!"

The black-robed monk shouted, "Don’t let her build up sword momentum!"

This time, not just Li Mumu, but also the ninjas didn’t quite understand what he meant.

But they soon experienced firsthand what sword momentum was.

After slaying the first ninja, Li Mumu flung the blood off the blade towards another ninja, splattering it on his face and blocking his vision. Li Mumu’s blade followed in a quicker slice downward.

As a virtual reality gamer, is it odd for me to use a katana? Even if you handed me an Insect Flute, I could still chain smooth combos.

Li Mumu didn’t think there was anything praiseworthy about this; apart from the Evil Spirit Secret Techniques she had learned after crossing over, she was a professional gamer skilled in all kinds of weaponry.

Warriors in the Real World might train every day, but they might not get a real combat opportunity in a year. Virtual reality gamers can fight as long as they want, even entering matchmaking games, ranking games, ladder matches...

Now, the only difference was that the monsters’ blood had turned red.

With their simple equipment, Li Mumu didn’t even take them seriously.

Li Mumu herself didn’t feel any particular way about it, but to those Fusang Ninja, it was a different, terrifying sight.

Eight consecutive slashes!

From the moment she obtained the katana, this woman transformed into a beam of flowing light, executing a terrifying swordplay technique they had never seen before. It was almost as if she was cutting down a person with each step, and her speed only increased.

It was as if she treated the human body as the sheath for a Laido Slash, each draw of the blade aimed at increasing the speed of the following strike. Eventually, their eyes could no longer discern her movements, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.

By the time they regained their senses, nine bodies, including the very first Fusang Warrior, had already fallen behind her!

Li Mumu stopped in her tracks, panting heavily.

She had twisted her waist.

It was her first time using a katana in this world. This body did not retain the corresponding muscle memory, and she inevitably made some errors while exchanging breaths.

This was despite the fact that the flexibility of her body had been greatly enhanced.

Don’t show off, showing off brings lightning strikes, the ancients did not deceive me.

Busy showing off but failing to control her strength, she was now doomed.

Could it be that my, Li Mumu’s, lifetime of glory would end here, and the familiar tragic Chapter was about to begin?

As she lamented in her heart, those ninjas began throwing smoke bombs. In an instant, the whole street was enveloped in white smoke, filled with the scent of chili peppers and sulfur.

Li Mumu quickly held her breath, fearful that the enemies had mixed some special substances into the smoke bombs.

However, their footsteps swiftly retreated, showing no intention to linger.

Li Mumu held her breath for a full two and a half minutes, waiting until the smoke dissipated. Only then did she discover that those Fusang ninjas, along with the black-clothed monks, had fled without a trace, not even bothering to collect the bodies of their comrades.

Fortunately, fortunate. In any case, she had managed to intimidate these people.

Li Mumu moved her feet with difficulty, leaning against the wall on the side of the street as she sat down, clutching her waist and grimacing in pain.

Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain...

...

The black-clothed monk sat on the ground with a flop, turning his head in a panic to look behind him: "She didn’t really catch up with us?"

"She shouldn’t have." The accompanying ninja asked in a low voice, "Zen Master Yoshiwara, how are we going to explain all these losses to Lord Yashiro when we return?"

"How to explain?"

The black-clothed monk widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the clueless ninja in front of him: "That was the Imperial Divine Shrine Maiden! The Imperial Divine Shrine Maiden herself has come here; what else are you thinking about explaining? We’re lucky to still be alive and breathing! Even the eight hundred Guanyin Followers could not match her; what can we do?"

As he said this, tears streamed down his face: "We just came out to kidnap someone, how did we encounter such a terrifying being? I should have realized it. Even if it was a lady from a noble family of Ming Country, it’s impossible for her to have ghost servants at her beck and call..."

The ninja fell silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "The legends of the Imperial Divine Shrine Maiden are too far-fetched. Lord Yashiro will not believe your words; he will only blame our incompetence."

"Then activate the backup plan!"

The black-clothed monk gritted his teeth: "Although Tianmen is deep and home to many hidden dragons and crouching tigers, it’s not possible for every household to be immortals. Just find another one to fill the count. After all, Lord Yashiro only needs a decoy."

Ten minutes later, the Fusang ninjas knocked on the door of a commoner’s house.

The girl on the bed woke up from her dreams only to see her parents hung from the ceiling beams. She instinctively tried to scream, but her mouth was tightly gagged with a cloth. Her hands and feet were pinned down, rendering her unable to struggle.

Those intruders who stormed into her home roughly pulled one of her arms to the edge of the bed and took the firewood knife from behind the door, chopping down fiercely.

Nonchalantly breaking the girl’s neck, they stripped off her clothes and stuffed them into a sack, with one ninja picking up the severed hand from the ground and handing it to the black-clothed monk.

The black-clothed monk shook his head: "This is too fake, no one could see it... It would be better to pair it with a white jade bracelet."