Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 742 - 164: The Good News Is That We Can Kill a Few More Times

The most common delusion that a scholar tends to have is thinking that they understand principles very well and that others will reason with them.

It is the same with the Scholar Dharma Gate.

Both the Righteous Path and the Heretical Path focus on the study of "living people."

But what about the dead?

72/7...

With hair disheveled, Kong Ting stumbled into the alley, slipped, and fell onto the snowy ground.

He turned his head in panic and saw the young Garrison Soldier following at an unhurried pace.

Wang Yunxiao, with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and a human head tucked at his waist, had an indifferent gaze.

"Young man, could you... spare this old man’s life?"

Kong Ting, looking at the head that resembled his own, knew deep down that today’s affair probably could not end well.

Yet he still wanted to try and buy himself some more time.

The dawn was about to break, and this nightmare would soon end.

With his strength, even if it was just an avatar, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to handle a little Garrison Soldier who had yet to Advance.

But his mind was not on fighting; he just wanted to escape.

There were only a few avatars left, and if he didn’t cherish them, he might really not see the morning sun.

Kong Ting cursed inwardly.

He simply couldn’t comprehend what was going on in that woman’s mind.

All the departments of vital importance were hidden in an unexplorable fog, beyond the reach of normal political maneuvers, as elusive as trying to bite a turtle’s shell like a rat.

These Garrison Soldier squads could actually act independently, ignoring superior orders, which was utterly preposterous!

The good old days when you could command the troops just by controlling a general or obtaining the Tiger Talisman were gone forever.

She actually allowed these ruffian soldiers to run wild in the city?

Unwilling to share the world with the scholars and yet turning a blind eye to local warlords establishing independent regimes and numerous strongholds, you’re doomed to die without a place to be buried!

I must live to see that day, to witness your downfall with my own eyes!

With a swoosh of the sword, he instinctively reached out to block it, and half of his arm flew off.

"Ahhh—!"

This damn sword!

In fact, in a high-level confrontation, the difference between victory and defeat is often decided in a split second.

Whoever reacts faster gains the initiative.

If Kong Ting had known of this sword’s existence and dodged in advance, this iron bar that couldn’t even fly wouldn’t have caused him any harm.

But now it was the opponent who launched a sneak attack.

You young man, have no honor in combat!

The opponent was a Garrison Soldier with an amassed propensity for treachery; all Divine Skills and Dharma Gates were ineffective against them, unable to manipulate their fate or predict their actions.

Now, all Kong Ting felt was infinite regret.

When studying the Twelve Laws system, no one took the Garrison Soldiers seriously. Other Dharma Gates encompassed astronomy, geography, and the mysteries of the universe, but what was there to study about Garrison Soldiers, just a bunch of iron-clad turtles?

Only by facing these iron-clad beasts could one deeply realize how inhuman they were.

Military Sect, free from all taboos!

All they know is to kill!

"I’ll tell you a secret in exchange for a way out, how about it?"

Kong Ting pleaded, holding his severed arm and gasping for air.

"Does it not hurt?"

"What?"

Before he could react, a sharp bayonet was plunged into his thigh.

Kong Ting screamed in agony, falling to his knees.

"Stop! Listen to me... Yaoqin is dead, Huo Qingyang is about to defect, and there’s going to be a upheaval in the Special Service Bureau! Young man, you..."

Wang Yunxiao kicked him over, picked up the gun, and stabbed it into his abdomen.

"Doesn’t it hurt?"

"It hurts! Don’t kill me! I still know a lot..."

"I thought this avatar of yours had no pain receptors, not knowing what pain is."

Wang Yunxiao pulled out the gun, then plunged it back in.

"If you were numb to pain and itch, it wouldn’t give me any sense of achievement."

"But just thinking about killing you a few more times brightens my mood considerably."

Pull out, plunge in.

Kong Ting’s screams gradually weakened.

"All this gibberish, who can understand it."

"Right now, I’m only concerned about whether you die or not, nothing else matters."

Through the third eye’s perspective, those so-called secrets in Kong Ting’s brain flowed with his blood all over the ground.

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t care less to take another look.

His heart beat violently, and a voice from the depths was guiding him to offer the head of the person before him to the throne in the void, to gain the pleasure of Yellowstone’s master and receive unprecedented power.

Wang Yunxiao snorted in disdain.

He cut off the head of the corpse that had just breathed its last, hung it on his waist, and walked out of the alley to meet up with Youtiao and Gangtou.

Youtiao looked at the eerie eyeball in the middle of Wang Yunxiao’s forehead, hesitating to speak.

"Big brother, that’s probably enough, I’m worried about you..."

"When you do something, you must see it through, otherwise people will say we leave things unfinished."

Wang Yunxiao opened his notebook.

72/5

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

How come there’s someone stealing my kills? 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

......

"Reddy, you’re... alright now!"

Shen Qingxi looked at the head in Li Mumu’s hand, wanting to say something but swallowed his words halfway.

Just now, in an instant when everyone failed to react, Red Shroud raised her hand and twisted off the head of a student passing by.

Then that head quickly melted in front of Shen Qingxi’s eyes, turning into Kong Ting’s likeness.

Would you believe me if I said my hand moved on its own without my brain’s agreement?

Li Mumu also felt a tad guilty.

Having inherited the witch bloodline talent from Li Ya, she had put all her skill points into passives.

She wasn’t good at making actual prophecies, but her body always reacted faster than her brain.

For example, accidentally strangling a greasy handsome guy who came up to chat.

Or making some mysterious choice, either ignoring someone in danger or being overly enthusiastic.

And like now, accidentally twisting off someone’s head.

Li Mumu could swear to the lamp that she totally didn’t notice anything odd about this student, it was purely an instinctual bodily reaction.

I can’t say it’s related to how I frequently hot-swap my own head, can I? Because my brain isn’t important, so my body developed its own ideas? That’s slander, utter slander!

If he hadn’t approached on his own, he probably wouldn’t have triggered this defense mechanism.

You can only say he had it coming, a good riddance.

"He... just died like that?"

Watching the Dreamland around her shatter and the harmonious and beautiful campus disappear rapidly like a faded photo, Shen Qingxi still couldn’t quite believe it.

"The Mountain Leader of the Jishan Academy isn’t so easy to kill; this was just one of his avatars."

Xia Yubing glanced at the chains in her hand and said coldly, "He’s trapped us here for so long, he’s probably not harboring any good intentions. If we continue to investigate, we might fall into his trap. But I’ve already locked onto his soul. As long as he hasn’t left Tianmen, he can’t escape my tracking!"

"What other schemes could there be? The worst outcome would be to have the blame thrown onto us, right?"

Shen Qingxi was indifferent to this, "Amber, don’t be afraid! If you want to settle the score with him, let’s calculate it item by item! Even if you have to become enemies with the whole world for this, I will stand behind you and support you!"

"Why would I need to become enemies with the whole world?"