Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 737 - 159: When the Saint is Absent, Rituals Collapse and Music Corrupts

The night was deep and silent, as the fireworks over the city gradually faded away.

The nightmare that enveloped the entire city ultimately failed to shake this metropolis that had weathered countless storms.

Kong Ting stood in the courtyard, exhaling a long sigh.

Tonight was not the right moment, after all.

The Special Service Bureau had been in action since the beginning of the month, subtly changing course like secretly crossing the Chencang path, and many people failed to react or were wishfully thinking that the new government, being established only for two years, and the President being as absurd as he was, wouldn’t resort to the desperate tactic of killing the hound once the rabbit is caught so soon.

But they were all wrong.

In that woman’s eyes, they were not even worthy of being hounds; even at the cost of breaking bones and tearing tendons, she intended to slaughter all dissenters. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Was the Shen Family important?

Not important.

Was the Wei Family important?

Not important.

Was Jishan Academy important?

Not important either.

The woman had completely lost her mind; from the beginning, she had no intentions of sharing even a piece of the cake with anyone.

It’s a pity that I was shortsighted, not understanding the truth until it was too late.

Last year’s two crackdowns on gangsters and this year’s summer operation against the Huaidao Sect had cleared all the riffraff from Tianmen Street. Now, even if there were people wanting to plot something big, they had neither the manpower nor the leverage to do so.

It was at this time that she turned around and raised her butcher’s knife against me.

This was a ruthless remedy to cure the disease!

She had been plotting this for a long time!

Even the timing was meticulously chosen; she picked the quiet period between the first and the fifteenth of the lunar month to suppress the power of divine demons and ghosts to the extreme, leaving people completely powerless to resist.

If there were any other choice, Kong Ting would not have wanted to be this woman’s enemy.

He was not oblivious to the fact that the power of the Former Dynasty had faded, but after years of teaching, with his students everywhere, even if there were no merits, there was hard work, and yet the new government didn’t carve out a place for him.

The President only trusted those he personally cultivated, not leaving even a sip of soup for outsiders.

Now that the blade is held to my neck, do you still expect me to willingly submit to slaughter?

If that’s the case, then don’t blame me for being ruthless!

A fierce gleam flashed in Kong Ting’s eyes as he spread his arms and chanted solemnly: "As if a spring breeze had passed in the night, thousands of trees burst into bloom with Pear Blossoms!"

His body suddenly transformed into countless snowflakes, melting into the gusting snow around him.

The incomplete formation in the sky suddenly burst forth with a magnificent halo, piercing through heaven and earth!

Nantong District, Erli Village.

The kettle on the stove emitted a screeching sound as it boiled, snapping Yang Tianyu, who had been sitting idly by, back to reality.

Picking up the kettle, he walked into the inner room, poured hot water into a bowl, and handed it to a resting classmate on the kang bed with a smile: "Take a drink to moisten your throat. When we return, I’ll treat you all to a meal at a restaurant, order whatever you fancy!"

"Young Master Yang is so generous!"

"Don’t go back on your word when you say we can order whatever we want!"

Upon hearing Young Master Yang’s promise, the classmates immediately burst into cheers of approval.

At that moment, a little girl with braided pigtails lifted the curtain and entered, holding a basin with a smile: "Young Master Yang, the sweet potatoes are ready, I’ll bring them over for you."

Then, from outside the window, someone recited: "Old my old, and with it, the old of others; young my young, and with it, the young of others..."

Yang Tianyu’s smile froze on his face.

Looking at the grenade placed alongside the sweet potatoes in the basin, his mind went blank.

"Rakshasa cleansing the streets! Subduing Demons and Eliminating Evil! Neighbors and residents, guard your homes diligently!"

Clang——!

The sound of a gong dispersed the Evil Spirits lurking in the darkness.

A young woman with a Red String tied in her hair covered her mouth to cough a few times. After a whole night of killing and shouting, her throat was nearly smoking.

Out of the blue, she saw Chen Laosi running towards her from a distance. She squinted her eyes and, without a change in expression, tightly gripped the handle of her knife.

"Brother Chen Si? What happened?"

"Nothing much, Incense Master Luo sent me to call for you, saying that there shouldn’t be any problems in this area now."

Chen Laosi pulled out something steaming hot from his breast and, without explanation, stuffed it into the girl’s hand: "Just boiled at home, a chicken egg. Quickly eat it to fill your stomach."

"Thank you, Brother Si..."

The young girl’s cheeks flushed slightly as she rolled the hot egg across her face and was about to go forward when she heard a soft chant beside her.

"Neither look nor listen to that which is improper, neither speak nor act on that which is improper..."

Her complexion changed, and as she turned to draw her sword, she did not expect to be held tightly from behind. A sharp knife was then viciously stabbed into her from underneath her ribs.

"Evil demons..."

Caught off-guard by the sudden attack, she couldn’t muster any strength in her body, yet the Red String on her head moved on its own accord, turning into a streak of rosy light stabbing towards the figure behind her. A pained scream ensued as the person behind her covered their eyes, stumbling backward.

With a clang, a gong dropped to the ground, and two silhouettes intertwined and struggled in the darkness.

......

Kong Ting walked through the snow, with piles of discarded papers igniting behind him, turning into faint will-o’-the-wisps.

It’s not a good habit to dig holes without filling them back in.

Even obsolete manuscripts must be utilized to their final worth.

You all forced my hand.

Without the Saint, the rituals fall into disarray, and music becomes corrupted.

Do you really think such a spark can incite a wildfire?

What can these ignorant commoners do to me?

At this moment, he has burned his bridges, transformed into the many, wandering the streets and alleys of Tianmen with his own manuscripts.

He used the power of "Deceiving the Gods," personally correcting each and every mistake made in those writings.

Of course, this doesn’t come without a price.

If his previous arrangements could still potentially be hidden from the heavens and his responsibility shirked, his personal involvement now meant exposing himself completely, bearing the brunt of all the calamities caused tonight.

But what of that? There is no avenue of survival anymore.

Without action, he would only watch the noose around his neck draw tighter and tighter.

Halfway through his journey, Kong Ting suddenly stopped, his gaze directed at a luxuriously understated mansion in front of him.

He certainly knew what place it was.

Xia Mansion.

Steward Li stood at the entrance, twirling walnuts in his hand, casting a gaze of pity and regret towards him.

"Li Chang’an!"

Kong Ting shouted angrily: "If I die here, the Emperor will lose all hope of restoring the Former Dynasty! Won’t you help me?"

"How laughable, hearing this from you,"

Steward Li responded with a smile, indifferently saying, "The one who suggested the Imperial Clan pursue education was you; the one who then embezzled funds leading to the failure of the plan was also you. The person advising the Emperor to recognize the situation and abdicate peacefully was you; and now, the one wanting to restore the Emperor is again you."

"Do you ever look in the mirror to know what kind of person you are?"

"I have been loyal to my sovereign and served my country all my life, never with a second heart!"

"Has anyone accused you of being disloyal? Although I don’t go out, I’ve heard a thing or two. They say that the investigation that traced back to you didn’t happen because you’re a poor teacher, but because..."

"Your Kong family, under the pretext of dynastic changes, seized eight thousand acres of fertile land in places like Dengzhou and Lai State, causing widespread public grievances. In order to cover up the evidence, you even arranged an assassination of the Supervision Bureau’s inspectors..."

"These matters have nothing to do with me!"

"Then why are you fleeing?"

Kong Ting stared intently at Steward Li, his words biting, "Li Chang’an, you’re already quite old and still so naïve! The President seeks to eliminate his rivals; even without the matter of the eight thousand acres, he could find other reasons. If he wishes to condemn someone, he can always find an excuse!"

"Wake up! Today’s fate is your tomorrow! How can someone allow peace in their bed when there’s turmoil beside it? How long do you think the President will tolerate you?"