Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 739 - 161 I Don’t Care What I Have to Pay

The moment Zhou Qing disappeared before his eyes, Wang Yunxiao stood frozen in shock for a full two seconds.

As for this girl’s past, he could say that he was both familiar and a stranger to it.

She was like a fragile flower, just unearthed from the mud pit and planted in a pot, unable to enjoy the warmth of a few days of sunlight before being ravaged by fierce winds and torrential rain into withered branches and rotten leaves.

After time rewound, everything in this world that belonged to her ceased to exist.

Zhou Qing was still alive, but she was merely an unknown ghost to everyone else.

Besides Wang Yunxiao, she could find no sense of belonging in this world.

She was sensible, knowing that she should not live in the shadow of hatred, even though it was the way fierce ghosts thrived.

She hid in his embrace simply because she was too tired and sought a moment’s warmth and shelter.

Yet even such a humble expectation, Wang Yunxiao failed to fulfill for her.

With a light-hearted "Children do not speak of the supernatural," she had no time to react before vanishing as quietly as a candle blown out, leaving only a wisp of smoke in the darkness.

"Big brother!"

The piercing scream of Youtiao jolted Wang Yunxiao back to reality, and he instinctively turned his head to see Youtiao holding Chen Yan, clueless on what to do.

The blood gushing from the seven orifices on Chen Yan’s face had soaked his armor on the front.

Little Gourd stumbled backward, cradling an arm bent at a ninety-degree angle, and collapsed limply against the wall.

Liu Pangxie seemed to have been drained of all the moisture in his body, collapsing to the ground without a sound, turning into a human-shaped ice pop.

The strength displayed by their adversaries had already far exceeded the limit of their team.

But...

The Garrison Soldiers were still fighting!

Wang Yunxiao slowly stood up, grasping the gun in his hand, and cast a cold gaze toward the middle-aged scholar who approached gracefully amidst the snowstorm.

"Take him down."

Bang—!

Wormwood, who had already aimed his gun, pulled the trigger directly, attempting a headshot.

However, the rusted bullet struck nothing but air.

The middle-aged scholar turned into countless pages at the moment he was hit, swirling in the snowstorm.

The pages, intangible, fluttered up and down, impossible to aim at with the muzzle of a gun, while at the same time, the text on those pages frantically obstructed everyone’s sight, trying to infiltrate their brains through their eyes.

Too bad the Garrison Soldiers’ heads were also solid, completely immune to such tricks.

Guozi roared loudly, his body suddenly swelling up.

With his hands supporting the heavens and feet stomping the earth, he let out an exhausted roar.

He was not a person who loved studying; generally, so long as there were words in a book, he could not get into it, hence even after receiving the teaching materials of the Barbarian Technique School from the Righteous Path, he barely cultivated seriously.

His usage of the Divine Skills of the Barbarian Technique School was not fluent, and he usually relied on his Martial Arts Skill foundation, charging forward to clash fiercely with others.

But now, facing an enemy whose power far exceeded their own and with nearly all their support professions wiped out, he had no choice but to resort to his trump card.

Hundreds of blood vessels throughout his body burst due to the muscles’ unnatural growth, blood streaming down his mouth and trouser legs, but Guozi, regardless, forcefully operated the Dharma Gate he was not familiar with.

The sky grew higher by a foot, the earth thicker by three inches!

In the midst of his agonized roars, this patch of heaven and earth was forcibly stretched open, even driving the snowstorm back.

The pages mixed within the snowstorm were forcefully expelled and reassembled into a human form!

Kong Ting took half a step back, looking at the bleeding Guozi with shock and uncertainty.

This obscure team of Garrison Soldiers seemed to be a bit too luxuriously equipped; could it be one of the hidden trump cards of the Special Service Bureau?

The Special Service Bureau had once called upon the hobby group from Jishan Academy for practical combat drills, which he was aware of.

Coming in last place, he felt rather embarrassed.

But Cheng Xuefei only knew that her team came in last. As for how many teams were specifically summoned at the time and the results of those previous teams, those were confidential information of the Special Service Bureau which she couldn’t investigate.

At the time, Kong Ting didn’t think much about it, or rather, he didn’t focus on it. It was merely a small event where the younger generation jokingly sparred with each other, not worth his excessive attention.

But now he realized a problem.

The elite squads that Cheng Xuefei spoke of, their strength might far surpass his own men’s abilities, more than he had imagined.

When they scored ten points, it could be because the upper limit of the test scores was just ten points.

So that’s how it is...

This information is very valuable!

A sharp pain came from his waist, the result of Eryang lunging from behind and firmly stabbing a knife into his lower back.

Kong Ting remained expressionless as he swung his hand backward, his fingers turning into sharpened pages, easily tearing through Eryang’s armor and slashing deep, bone-exposing wounds into his body.

However, what he didn’t expect was that this young man, under the torture akin to death by a thousand cuts, still clenched his teeth and refused to let go.

"Fire—!"

With one hand gripping the dagger and the other around Kong Ting’s neck, Eryang used all his strength to shout.

Crazy...

All the garrison soldiers are such maniacs!

Kong Ting didn’t have time to think, as rusted bullets had already left the chamber.

His teammate didn’t hesitate for even a second before pulling the trigger.

Seven bullets pierced through both their bodies in an instant.

Soon after, gleaming bayonets swarmed in, nearly blinding him and lifting his battered body to nail it against the wall.

The damage from rusted bullets could not be healed.

But the information that needed to be collected had been gathered.

With only one intact eye left in his blown-away skull, Kong Ting directed a puzzled gaze at the opposing team’s leader.

The young man, who was supposed to be the strongest in the team, had not moved from the start, only watching from the sidelines with a chilling gaze that made Kong Ting shiver.

He walked over.

Wang Yunxiao took out a notebook from his pocket, flipped it open and glanced at it.

As expected, the pages were blank.

To cultivators within the Twelve Laws system, notebooks cannot detect anything.

But no matter.

Wang Yunxiao stuffed the notebook into the remains of the man’s head in front of him and said coldly, "Find out the location of his true body."

The notebook was silent for a moment, then slowly a line of text emerged on the blank page.

"It will cost you something..."

"Agreed."

Without hesitation, Wang Yunxiao nodded, tossed aside the gun and opened his hand: "Whatever you want, come and get it!"

He heard a suppressed snicker by his ear.

Wang Yunxiao looked up with a sense of realization and saw a solitary crow flying past through the blizzard.

An invisible force, passing through the barriers of numerous dimensions and through the notebook, entered Wang Yunxiao’s mind.

Under normal circumstances, such penetration would not break through the natural resistance of garrison soldiers. But this time, Wang Yunxiao willingly gave up all resistance, letting that force invade his brain.

He was calm; he knew what he was doing.

Layers of black feathers unfurled from his armor, shining under the moonlight with a metallic, forging-like blue glow.

A bizarre eyeball struggled to open right in the center of Wang Yunxiao’s forehead, reflecting a new vision within his mind.

Wang Yunxiao lowered his head, all three eyes simultaneously looking at the half-dead body impaled and nailed against the wall by the bayonets.

He saw the essence.

He saw a book.