Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 743 - 165: The Last Long Street Before Dawn

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The bayonet brutally plunged into the chest of the middle-aged scholar, and seeing the despair in his eyes, the rage in Wang Yunxiao’s heart finally subsided slightly.

But what followed was an unprecedented sense of fatigue.

The more one is driven to a dead end, the more desperate they become.

Especially when realizing that one is about to be utterly annihilated.

The opponent is not the kind of kindergarten-level villain who just stands there spouting nonsense to heal the protagonist’s team, but a cruel and shameless evil person without any bottom line.

Even though Wang Yunxiao was always cautious, he still got pulled into a trap that was nearly certain death.

Turning around, Gangtou and Youtiao were already slumped in the corner of the wall, incapacitated. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Garrison soldiers forming an array indeed share the damage, but it does not mean the damage can be completely ignored.

Even Wang Yunxiao felt tremendous pressure, not to mention the other two.

After chopping off the fourth head and hanging it on his waist, Wang Yunxiao hobbled to Youtiao’s side and sat down, leaning against the wall.

Gangtou pulled out a frozen biscuit from his pocket, took a bite himself, and broke the rest in half to give to Wang Yunxiao.

Wang Yunxiao shook his head.

"There’s one more."

"I’ll do it."

Youtiao, with his eyes closed, whispered, "Brother, if you can’t hold on, just say it. There are no outsiders here."

Although Youtiao and Gangtou seemed to be the first to falter, the eye that grew on Wang Yunxiao’s forehead actually brought him more mental pressure than the injuries sustained during the fight.

Using such an unknown power recklessly, there must be a price to pay.

"Go to hell, Chen Yan is not dead yet, and you want to die for love?"

"What dying for love... But brother, I want to confess my feelings to Chen Yan..."

"Do you really have to talk about this now?"

"What’s there to fear, hasn’t it been said that the Military Sect forbids nothing?"

Youtiao laughed: "Sometimes I really want to persuade you to mind less business and just honestly go to school and study how good it would be..."

"Then why don’t you persuade me?"

"I can’t bring myself to say it."

Youtiao shrugged: "I understand, but without killing all these bastards, Chen Yan and her buddies can’t study in peace, and no one can live a good life. But brother, when will this ever end?"

"Now there’s only one left."

"And then?"

Wang Yunxiao sighed deeply and seriously said, "After that... we’d better not become detestable monsters like them."

...

Kong Ting stood at the entrance of the Special Service Bureau, raising his hands high.

The sky was already slightly bright, seeming like the sun would rise soon.

However, this darkness before dawn is the chilliest moment.

His body trembled violently in the cold wind, part of it due to the biting cold and part due to the fear of death.

Heavenly Net, no escape.

When Qian King was regenting, ambitiously hoping to revive the glory days and rebuild the empire, he didn’t expect that after all the troubles, he would leave the Imperial Family impoverished and forced to abdicate in haste.

Now, after a night of relentless effort, he himself also ended up in such a predicament.

Why?

He really couldn’t understand the reason.

In the legends of the West, people from all over the world joined hands to build a tower that could reach Heaven. However, God cast a curse, making people from different regions and races speak different languages, unable to communicate, and thus the plan ultimately failed.

Even though I have tried my best to enchant, incite, and sow discord, why do you still cling to the memory of that high tower?

Why can’t you just die as I’ve arranged?

What’s so bad about suffering a bit and then exchanging it for a prosperous and peaceful era?

But it’s too late to say these things now.

Since ancient times, the victors are kings and the losers are bandits, and no amount of anger can solve the problem.

With no way forward and pursuers behind, the only remaining option if you want to survive is one single path.

The moment you think of surrender, the world suddenly seems vast.

"I am Kong Ting, the Mountain Leader of Jishan Academy, I want to surrender and confess!"

Inside the gate of the Special Service Bureau, it’s pitch dark except for the brightly lit hospital building in the courtyard, and the faint smell of blood is detectable from afar.

Although there’s a very high chance that Yaoqin won’t survive, and Huo Qingyang would certainly want to kill me.

But this is, after all, at the entrance of the Special Service Bureau; by willingly giving up resistance and surrendering, no matter how angry they are, they can only follow the procedure and abide by the rules and regulations.

We’ll talk about future matters later, now that all my avatars have been exterminated, I can no longer care about the future, I just hope to live for the moment.

The chill from behind makes him tremble with fear.

It seems as if an eerie gaze has penetrated through layers of barriers and is looking at him.

On the other side, those invisible chains are like incurable diseases, impossible to break free from.

The young people of today... have such fiery tempers.

Killing one of my avatars and still not satisfied, do you really need to utterly obliterate me?

The morals of the world are truly declining, people are not what they used to be!

Kong Ting sighed and stepped towards the gate of the Special Service Bureau.

However, the step he took involuntarily retracted.

Kong Ting looked confusedly at the empty doorway in front of him and raised his hand to touch it, but only felt an invisible barrier.

You people...

From behind, down the long street, heavy footsteps resounded from afar.

The first thing to pierce through the darkness was the bright glint of bayonets.

The figures of three Garrison Soldiers, covered in scars, slowly appeared through the snow and wind.

Kong Ting’s pupils constricted as he saw the four heads hanging from the belt of the lead person.

Identical heads.

At the other end of the long street, along with the sound of chains grinding through the air, a White Bone Skull Altar also broke through dimensional barriers and descended from the sky.

The Night Wandering Deity claiming lives, along with the accompanying Iron Men in blue and the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost.

The three Demon Heads of the Longevity Sect...

Kong Ting swallowed hard, and with a flash of thought, suddenly shouted out loud, "If not now, when?!"

The cold wind howled past.

The scene was so quiet that only the wind could be heard.

Although the two sides were far apart and confronting each other, neither seemed intent on making a move, turning his clever diversionary strategy into a complete clownish performance.

Wang Yunxiao stared at the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost opposite him, noticing the Talisman Paper on her face, which looked perfunctory and oddly familiar.

Li Mumu stared at the heads hanging on the waists of the soldiers opposite, her heart filled with doubt and shock.

This is bad... Weren’t Garrison Soldiers supposed to be incorruptible iron weights? How come there are those who believe in the master of Yellowstone now?

Beheading people for decoration, that’s something only the Satan-selected Throne Knights could do.

Don’t think just because we also have a skull... Our system belongs to the Netherworld, not the bloody mess that you imagine!

Is this really Kong Ting’s last card? The dignified Mountain Leader of the Academy, ultimately reduced to collaborating with Demons?