Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 797 - 44 Past Memories, Future Vision

The biggest reason honest people are bullied is simply because they are honest.

One night in 1360, Li Mumu was working on homework in her bedroom when she suddenly heard loud noises downstairs.

She opened the door and immediately heard Madam Freud crying.

"Lea, I beg you, just help me find Wendy, and I’ll do anything for you..."

"I lack nothing, and I don’t need you to do anything."

Li Ya’s reply was unusually cold.

"I warned you before: don’t think you can recklessly expose your identity here in Cypher. This is your own doing."

"It’s my own doing, I know I was wrong!"

"If you truly understood your mistake, you wouldn’t have come looking for me today. You have a daughter—do you think I don’t have one? Have you considered what price I would have to pay if I helped you?"

"No, right now your mind is only consumed by thoughts of your daughter. You’re not thinking about these other things at all."

Li Ya’s words were as cold as the wind and snow outside the door.

"Is Wendy missing?"

Li Mumu peeked out and asked.

"It has nothing to do with you. Get back to your homework!"

Li Ya’s reprimand was as merciless as ever, even toward her own daughter.

But Li Mumu was not the obedient type.

After Madam Freud left in despair, she put on her coat and rummaged through her dad’s closet, pulling out a revolver.

She weighed it in her hand and found it too heavy.

Between the recoil and the weight, this thing was obviously overkill for a four-year-old child.

So she put the gun back and grabbed a dagger instead.

She had initially planned to sneak out, but as soon as she turned around, Li Ya was standing at the door, arms crossed, staring at her expressionlessly.

"Mumu, do you think your new little friends are more important than Dad and Mom?"

"No..."

"If you leave this house tonight, it will invite disaster, and Dad and Mom will suffer injuries. Does that not matter to you?"

Li Mumu gave it serious thought, then shook her head and said, "That’s unlikely, Mom, you’re so strong..."

"Heh, there’s an old saying, which I’m pretty sure I’ve taught you before. What does it say again? Don’t easily reveal your true talents, or others will discover you don’t have much talent at all."

Li Ya adopted a stern tone: "And another one—’Fortune and calamity have no doors, they’re only summoned by people themselves.’ Do you understand what that means?"

"I won’t cause trouble."

"Everyone says that."

"I promise I won’t cause trouble!"

"You promised me just yesterday that you’d finish your homework!"

"I’m only four! You give me so much homework, you didn’t actually expect me to finish it, right?"

"Other kids start learning linear algebra at four; what’s stopping you? Don’t blame your stupidity on others!"

"Who are these other kids you keep talking about?"

......

"That group doesn’t dare to mess with Satan believers, nor the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, or even adult witches. They only target children."

"Because only when facing a four-year-old can they muster the courage to unleash their full fighting power."

"If that night my mom hadn’t deliberately delayed everything, maybe I really could’ve saved you. But there’s also a big chance I wouldn’t have been able to defeat them and would’ve burned to death with you."

"Looking back now, maybe my mom was right. ’Fortune and calamity have no doors, they’re only summoned by humans.’ If that night I hadn’t accepted Nyarlathotep’s deal, you could’ve found eternal rest, and I wouldn’t have faced the crisis of trust breaking down."

"But wouldn’t that be boring?"

Li Mumu stared at Wendy, now so corrupted by the power of the Evil God that she barely resembled anything human, and said softly, "Since you chose to leave during my personality reconstruction to shield me from Nyarlathotep’s power, why bother putting on this act now?"

"You have your own personality and thoughts, you don’t need Nyarlathotep to define who you are."

After a long silence, a low, hoarse voice emerged from under Wendy’s hood.

"You rebuilt your personality but left no place for me."

"Is that necessary?"

Li Mumu asked in return.

"Wendy doesn’t need anyone to reserve a place for her. Only Nyarlathotep, like a parasite, needs to cling to me and use my perception to maintain Its existence here."

"Kiddo, I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that."

Wendy’s voice suddenly turned cheerful and upbeat.

She lifted her head, the decaying, bloated face showing a sunny and carefree smile.

"Wasn’t it you who cried and begged me to save your dear friend?"

"Get lost, or I’ll call my parents."

Li Mumu coldly retorted, "Young folks’ affairs are none of the business of old fogies. I’ve honed my skills; insult me today, and I’ll repay a hundredfold in the future."

"Your lineage is insane. One disagreement and you’re already talking about killing entire families."

Nyarlathotep’s voice turned melancholic.

"I just wanted to drop by and say hello. I wouldn’t touch your little friend—I adore the Freud Family, they’re my loyal followers, and Wendy especially is such a delight. I wouldn’t hurt her, not in a million years."

"But kiddo—oh right, you have a true name now, Miss Chu Jiang—how about considering another deal?"

"What deal?"

"Become one of my followers... Just kidding, I don’t want Anhelica chasing me around. I mean for you to do something for me, and in return, I’ll offer you a piece of information that’s extremely valuable to you."

"Let’s hear it."

"I know you have a rather special notebook."

"Already gifted it to someone else."

"You could retrieve it—I’m quite interested in that thing. As for the information, once you’ve dealt with your current trouble, we can find a time to discuss it properly."

"Fine."

Li Mumu didn’t show much interest.

Anything that comes out of a demon’s mouth is inherently untrustworthy; that’s just common sense.

But when it comes to words spoken by the God of Credit, you can disagree with them, but you can’t disbelieve them.

Doubt, and you’ll fall into Its trap.

But... what is the current trouble?

Wendy? Nyarlathotep has already promised not to harm her.

The residents of West Spring Mountain? Or perhaps that golden-haired lizard lurking in the distance, waiting but afraid to approach?

These problems might be cumbersome for Li Mumu now but probably don’t even qualify to catch Nyarlathotep’s attention.

"I’m talking about your soon-to-be-born sister."

Li Lingling?

Li Mumu frowned. "My mom’s due date is still a ways off."

"Not all children need to stay in their mother’s womb for the full ten months. Some mischievous little ones are more impatient. Don’t you think December 25th is a particularly auspicious day?"

"The twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month?"

The 23rd, honoring the Kitchen God.

The 24th, sweeping away dust.

The 25th, welcoming the Jade Emperor.

This date holds festive significance for Chinese people but seems to carry no particularly special symbolism. For followers of Jesus Christ, however, it’s entirely different.

Li Lingling arriving on this day... What now, you’re aiming to be God’s second daughter?