Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 763 - 10 What if it’s a Celestial Beating a Celestial? Part 2

When Li Mumu returned to her country, she once passed through Edo and saw many Fusang women at Edo Port. The tattoos on their faces were long black lines, self-proclaimed as "Dragon Pattern".

But this one is completely different.

"This is a special reward awarded to me by my lord for my good performance!"

The little witch said proudly.

"The Dragon Pattern of each Divine Witch is different. Actually, as Divine Servants, we do not need tattoos, but considering that it might cause misunderstandings among those who do not know the facts, we have still retained them!"

"Oh...I see."

Li Mumu thought to herself that this was indeed enlightening.

A Divine Witch, isn’t that the Divine Favored of our school principal?

The first generation senior sister, a hardcore veteran from the start.

"Sit tight, don’t fidget."

"Oh, okay!"

The little witch sat back down and continued to spill her own secrets.

"Second, Tianmen has no Shrine, and no morning classes are required. There are no foxes in the city area, do not feed tofu to the foxes you see. Do not mistake large black rats for foxes..."

"Third, when meeting local women, no matter their age, always address them as ’sister’."

"Fourth, pancakes in Tianmen are salty."

"Fifth, stay away from women wearing red and local nuns, and when you must interact with them, be sure to address them in Chinese as ’sisters’."

"Seventh, when dining out, do not use Fusang etiquettes, do not binge eat or drink alcohol."

"Eighth, Liusheng Dojo is not a respectable place, do not go there."

"Ninth, prices in Tianmen are high, do not spend money carelessly, do not borrow money or beg, it would disgrace the deity..."

Wang Yunxiao and Li Mumu looked at each other, speechless.

Has this kid really never left the mountains?

The little witch chattered away as she read from her notes, then looked up curiously: "Wang san Wang san, what exactly is Liusheng Dojo? Why is it said to be a disreputable place?"

"Hmm..."

Wang Yunxiao pondered internally for the right words: "I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard it’s a venue for teaching Fusang Swordsmanship, yet they undertake some shady deals privately."

"Oh, I see."

The little witch suddenly realized: "I thought it was that kind of place."

What kind of place?

Li Mumu glanced at the little witch, who either feigned ignorance or was genuinely clueless, and whispered to Wang Yunxiao: "Let’s first go to Nanshi Main Street and buy her a couple of winter clothes."

"No need! I can endure the cold!"

The little witch quickly refused.

"But wearing these clothes in public will attract a lot of attention because we do not have witches here."

"Oh... that’s a good point, but my budget is not much, just buy the cheapest."

"Since it’s our first meeting, consider them a gift from me."

"How could I accept such a valuable kindness from you, Doctor Li!"

"You can ask the deity for permission, if the deity agrees, it should be fine, right?"

"How can I consult the deity over such a trivial matter!"

"I am a doctor, does your notebook not say to listen to the doctor’s advice while traveling? If you catch a cold because you didn’t dress properly and then come to me, then I will prescribe you the bitterest of traditional Chinese medicines."

The threat from Li Mumu worked immediately, and the little witch settled down.

Wang Yunxiao drove silently, not daring to speak.

The car arrived at Nanshi Main Street and Li Mumu took the little witch into a department store she often frequented. Soon after, the little witch came out dressed in a thick cotton-padded jacket, instantly transformed from a pristine witch into a country bumpkin.

"Now that we are here, let’s have hotpot at Jude Building for lunch."

"I’ll follow your lead."

Wang Yunxiao had no objections.

The hotpot in the North is actually mutton slices cooked in a charcoal copper pot, which many people from the South find hard to get used to, preferring the spicy oil hotpot instead.

This is actually a regional issue.

Once the weather in the North turns cold, the Northwestern wind slashes against the face like a knife, snow piles two feet high in front of the door, and hail from the sky can smash one’s head. By then, you’ll realize that no amount of chili peppers can save you.

Only fat lamb meat with sesame sauce can store enough heat.

Taking advantage of the moment the little witch was tidying up the luggage in the back of the cart, Li Mumu tucked her hands and moved closer to Wang Yunxiao, humming quietly.

"Wang Yunxiao, just how indecent is Liusheng Dojo really?"

"I’ve never been there, but it’s exactly the kind of place you’re thinking of."

Wang Yunxiao lowered his voice and said, "It’s said that when the Fusang People first opened dojos in the city, they genuinely taught Sword Dao, but later, finding little business, they gradually shifted lines. They started luring young women from Fusang here under the guise of martial arts training, wearing Sword Dao uniforms, providing special services."

"Neither the Red Lantern Society nor Qianjin Church intervenes?"

"They can’t, it’s all voluntary."

"Aren’t they said to be lured here?"

"After being deceived to come here, they find life much better than back home, and basically, they’re unwilling to return."

"Doesn’t the police deal with this kind of business?"

"Things are complicated in the Seaside District, who knows what’s really going on. I guess that’s also the main reason why the authority wants me to take her back to Nantong. If she stays in the Seaside District, who knows when her townsfolk might lure her onto a crooked path."

Wang Yunxiao actually left one thing unspoken.

Although nowadays Fusang has also been conquered and incorporated into the empire’s territory, with some Fusang People gaining official citizenship, the grievances accumulated between the two countries over centuries aren’t so easily dissolved.

Especially organizations like Red Lantern Society, which extremely ostracizes outsiders, don’t even acknowledge Fusang People as human beings, let alone care if they are sold. It’s lucky enough not to dunk these foreign women into hog cages; there’s absolutely no chance of rescuing them.

"I’m all packed up over here!"

The small-sized witch, who was bundled up like a pig, came over and bowed: "To repay the kindness of the two elder siblings, please allow me to pay for lunch!"

This kid... no, just short, actually an adult. This young lady has no clue about the price levels on Nanshi Main Street at all.

Wang Yunxiao, now with some money in his pocket, usually dares not wander around such places, let alone pay the bill for Eldest Miss Li here.

Li Mumu chuckled, not saying much more.

Walking into the famous Jude Building on Nanshi Main Street, they called a shop assistant and ordered a charcoal copper pot.

Four cold dishes were served, and the little witch looked at the sesame sauce she held in her hands and the sugar garlic pickled radishes in front of her with some confusion.

"May I ask if there’s any rice...?"

"Eating rice here would be laughable."

Li Mumu, realizing she had indeed never seen such scenes and was treating sesame sauce as the staple food, kindly explained, "Wait a moment, when the freshly sliced lamb is brought up, boil it in the pot, and then dip it in this sesame sauce."

"Ah..."

"Do you know what sheep are?"

"I know! It’s like azuki beans! I’ve eaten sheep manju!"

I knew it...

Li Mumu, who has been to Edo Port and familiar with the living standards there, couldn’t help but cover her face and sigh.

This child really hasn’t ventured out from the mountains at all.

Sure enough, when the lamb was served, the little witch’s eyes instantly widened.

"This is raw pork!"

"It’s lamb, sheep and pigs are different."

Wang Yunxiao picked up a plate of lamb and poured it directly into the pot, the witch gasped in surprise.

"Can’t it be eaten directly?"

"No, you eat it the way I do."

Wang Yunxiao kept a straight face, personally demonstrating for her.

Then he and Li Mumu silently watched the little witch start to wolf down the food.

How should I put it...

It felt like watching those overly dramatized anti-Japanese shows, inviting the enemy to eat stewed buns.

In a hellish joke later generations mentioned, why did the foxes of Fusang only love to eat tofu and not chicken? Because even the Fusang soldiers hadn’t seen what a chicken looks like, the first thing they did when sweeping rural areas was to capture chickens.

Of the plate of lamb, Li Mumu ate only two bites, giving the rest to the little witch who gleamed. Once her senses returned after holding her stomach, she saw Wang Yunxiao picking up another plate of lamb and pouring into the pot, immediately she let out an embarrassed wail.

"Wait... Wang Yunxiao, how much is a plate of meat?"