Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 550 - 127: My Principal Doesn’t Recognize Me

The principal just left, left...

Regained her human form, Li Mumu stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, lost in a daze.

Before her transmigration, Daylily Academy, in that era, was a top-ranked private all-girls boarding school located in the Capital. It never recruited students publicly, having a special admissions department that selected suitably qualified students nationwide each year.

Most of the graduates would directly join the Capital Garrison Troops, a special unit responsible for electronic and information warfare.

A very few exceptional students, or those you might call prodigies, would be selected to join...

Her memory shattered precisely at that moment; it was clear that someone had deliberately erased the traces.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Li Mumu. She was at the bottom of her class, having been addicted to virtual reality games since her enrollment, her grades constantly teetering on the edge of failure.

In Li Mumu’s memory, Daylily Academy indeed had deep connections with Fusang; she even participated in the study trips organized during the summer holidays.

But at that time, Fusang was divided in two, with half of its territory occupied by the Federation, a remnant of the post-1950s Second Island Chain War. Fusang also had no legend of the "Master of Ten Thousand Transformations."

The founder of Daylily Academy and its only official principal was the Black Dragon Princess.

But almost no one had seen her true face, nor knew where she was. The daily operations of the school were managed by the executive vice principal.

The most well-known deed of hers was that nation-destroying arrow she fired.

Beyond that, there was almost no record of her.

Li Mumu tried hard to dig into her memories, but got nothing. She seemed to recall an older student once mentioning something about "Yamata as the bow, Nine Heads as the strings," but it was so long ago and she was so indifferent that she couldn’t remember.

The only evidence that could confirm her identity was the technique she had used upon arrival just now.

Li Mumu recognized it immediately; it was the unique Women’s Self-Defense Technique of Daylily Academy.

In fact, there were three sets of the technique. The one she learned was called Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, and the other two were Azure Dragon Dotting Ink and Wandering Dragon’s Astonishing Dream, which were actually chosen based on the student’s interest in music, art, or dance respectively, and they could practice the corresponding cultivation technique.

Of course, these were internal names used by the academy; outsiders unaware of these details would think they were some profound and inscrutable Peerless Martial Arts, thus referring to them as the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and Ripple-Step Light Footwork.

This was truly a misunderstanding, just a result of reading too many martial arts novels.

But this wasn’t the point of the problem.

The real issue was that in her original world timeline, the history of Daylily Academy wasn’t so ancient. Li Mumu couldn’t remember the exact year, but it was definitely after the development of computer networks that the school began operating.

The principal, Black Dragon Princess, in theory, should also be a person from after the 1950s.

Yet, in the world line she had transmigrated to, in the second year of Ming Country, 1370 Common Era, which roughly felt like the end of the 19th to the beginning of the 20th century, the principal had already made her appearance and had even become the revered Master of Ten Thousand Transformations of the people of Fusang, sounding incredibly awesome.

Did she also travel through time, or did a tidal wave of temporal disturbances jumble the timeline?

With scant information, Li Mumu was utterly confused, with no way of settling the mystery.

Will there still be Daylily in the future? Can I still attend Daylily Academy?

Although the older students are a bit twisted, erupting in psychotic episodes where they would love and kill each other with equal passion...

But the school had great internet speed! Free computers, free internet access, where else could one find such welfare benefits.

Li Mumu became anxious with gain and loss for a moment.

However, the urgent task at hand was to deal with the immediate matters. Now that she had confirmed the principal herself was here, there would eventually be a chance to cling to this powerful support.

Seeing the principal’s visit and recalling that she was a well-behaved student, Li Mumu also remembered the almost forgotten school rules and regulations.

Daylily Academy’s internal student code Article 6— Deal with your own messes without troubling the academy.

From the moment the Fleshly Great Serpent was summoned to this world, aside from Li Mumu, there were no other survivors left in the basement. Those slaughterers were more professional than each other at torturing ordinary people, but they were as weak and powerless as mortals in the face of the pollution from the Ancient Gods. Dying on the spot, they even merged their own flesh into the serpent’s body.

It turned out to be a bargain for them.

Wendy came over with Shen Qingxi’s head, standing a few meters away from Li Mumu, and tentatively asked, "Are you alright? Do you still remember who you are?"

You couldn’t blame her for her caution, especially since Li Mumu had a history.

"I’m fine, just a bit... dizzy."

Separating a soul and then stuffing it back in sounded simple, like asking how many steps it takes to put an elephant in a refrigerator.

It was only because of Li Mumu’s extensive experience that someone else might not have been able to recover so quickly.

"How about we try another head?"

"Don’t switch anymore, I’m going to throw up if we do."

Seeing Wendy with a sickle in her hand, eager to try, Li Mumu quickly declined politely.

It was only then that she noticed the head in Wendy’s hand.

After the Orochi was casually crushed to death, Shen Qingxi, as the summoner, suffered severe backlash, and Wendy took the opportunity to chop off her already unstable head.

"This... can it still be used?"

"The soul is still there. Although it’s heavily tainted, we should still be able to extract some information from it."

Wendy casually opened a crack leading to Dreamland for Children, "I need to make some preparations. Let’s leave this place first. The mess you’ve made is so bloody, even I find it a bit disgusting."

"What do you mean, ’the mess I’ve made’? They were bloody to begin with!"

Li Mumu looked around and, just as Wendy said, there was blood and corpses everywhere, with no chance to loot any equipment from the bodies. Apart from settling karmic debts, this battle had yielded nothing.

It felt like a bit of a loss.

The shelves were filled with finished human skins, but what use did I have for those things?

Li Mumu casually picked up a copy of "Practical Surgery" that hadn’t been soaked with blood from the table and stuffed it into her chest, turning her gaze to the staircase in the corner.

"Let’s check upstairs first."

Three minutes later, she was extremely grateful for the habit of treasure-hunting she had developed in the games she played in the past.

"We’ve struck it rich, Wendy."

"Yeah, struck it very rich."

Coming out of the basement, the warehouse upstairs had rows of shelves stacked with boxes of packaged Western medicine.

Li Mumu casually opened a package with the Yamazaki Pharmaceuticals logo and took out a box of medicine, seeing "Aspirin Tablets" written in Chinese on it.

Even Wendy could realize what a vast fortune this represented.

Money can always be earned, but medicine, sometimes you can’t buy it even if you have the cash in hand.

"Such a lot of medicine... how much can just the two of us take?"

"Have you lost your mind?"

Li Mumu gave Wendy a look of pity.

People in this era hadn’t been exposed to the baptism of internet novels of later generations, and their thinking was inevitably somewhat limited. You carry a personal dimension with you and still think about moving boxes by hand?

"Open up Dreamland for Children and pack this entire floor inside!"