Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 805 - 52 My Historic Meeting with Her

The first time meeting a divine being, even if it’s just a Mountain God, Wang Yunxiao was still a little nervous.

Those Evil Spirits, Western Gods, and other nonsense don’t count—this time it’s a bona fide local Mountain God, the kind that protects the region and brings peace to its people.

People here hold true divine beings in very high regard.

Especially in a world like this, where it’s said that many Immortals in heaven have fled; those who stayed to watch over the Mortal World are truly remarkable.

Of course, you could think of it another way—no one’s above them anymore, so promotions happen pretty quickly.

This Mountain God of Nanquan Mountain just emerged recently from the wilderness.

Wang Yunxiao, being an atheist, was handling it a bit better than his colleagues—who were far more tense.

Youtiao even made him take off his jacket and leather shoes, handing them to the Little Gourd to wipe clean meticulously.

"You’re the man, boss! Look sharp! Don’t embarrass us!"

What’s wrong with you?

You’re going to talk serious business with the Mountain God, not courting someone... is this really necessary?

Seeing a Mountain God meant climbing mountain paths.

It’s said the Mountain God, Chu Jiang, resides at the peak of West Spring Mountain and eats a hundred and eight boiled eggs cooked with boy’s urine every day...

Oops, sorry—that last bit was just Wang Yunxiao’s imagination.

Anything associated with gods always comes with some level of contamination—this was something Wang Yunxiao had experienced far too many times before.

So, he came mentally prepared, stuffing his head with random nonsense ahead of time, lest he collapse under the divine will’s invasive force.

However, the overall scene was far better than he’d imagined.

There were no bizarre offerings, cryptic graffiti, or incomprehensible rituals dedicated to Evil Spirits, Demons, or ominous entities.

In fact, the mountain was barren, without even a trace of grass.

Nearing the summit, there was a platform where a temple had been erected—one so crude it could only be called ramshackle.

If Li Yu hadn’t clarified it was a temple, Wang Yunxiao would’ve mistaken it for a kiln used to bake bricks.

Two statues stood by the entrance, apparently depicting female figures; the left one was garishly adorned and lifelike, while the right was pitch-black, cracked all over like aged clay.

Clearly, this was some form of local folk culture.

Even though it looked vaguely familiar, Wang Yunxiao felt too awkward to ask further.

"The Mountain God is resting inside—I won’t be going in," Li Yu said.

Li Yu led Wang Yunxiao to the door but refused to take another step himself, appearing completely disinterested in whatever conversation would come next.

Wang Yunxiao cleared his throat, stepped into the temple, and looked up...

Whoa! What a massive red-haired husky!

What caught his eye was a canine—or, what was *probably* a canine, given that Wang Yunxiao wasn’t exactly stellar at biology—about five meters in length, nearly the size of a white rhino.

Its fur was snow-white; its four paws were blood-red as though dipped in dye, and three long tails behind seemed to blaze like fire. Two antlers sprouted from its head, giving it a striking, imposing presence that exuded majesty and power.

Its appearance was undeniably cool—absolutely the type to transform into a dashing heartthrob in human form.

However, when the Mountain God finally spoke, her voice made Wang Yunxiao’s enthusiasm plummet.

Turns out, she was female.

"For what purpose does the guest come?"

Though they were acquaintances, Li Mumu had decided to maintain an air of formality.

To be honest, she rarely saw Wang Yunxiao act seriously.

The last time was during their initial meeting, where he had come searching for Jiang Yinyin, tracing all the way to her home.

Standing at her door, righteous and resolute, he looked like the kind of person who’d smile one moment and threaten to kill your whole family the next.

But after interacting with him more, she realized he was anything but proper—a man steeped in the flair of Jianghu World, with the bona fide demeanor of a Loafer.

If she hadn’t personally seen him on the operating table at the Spy Bureau hospital, Li Mumu would’ve never imagined this man had such immense depth hidden underneath.

A true hound of the Governmental Office—always lurking, always elusive. Heaven help anyone who actually marries him; they’d probably be lied to for a lifetime.

Sigh, all men are lying scoundrels.

Good men like my dad are too rare to find these days.

Li Mumu internally sighed but maintained a dignified and solemn visage, eager to see how this "Master Liar" planned to sweet-talk his way through.

"I am Wang Yunxiao, serving under the Tianmen City Spy Bureau’s Nantong District Special Service Section. Here’s my official ID for your perusal, My Lady."

When he first stepped in, Wang Yunxiao wondered if he should bow or make some gesture of reverence.

But then he reconsidered—what era is this? Why should I bow to you? I’m here on official business. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with the Spy Bureau.

"So you’re an official representative of the Mortal World’s Governmental Office, and you managed to find me. Not an easy feat," Li Mumu remarked solemnly. "If it’s official work, typically, the City God’s Office should relay such matters to me. Why did you come in person?"

Huh? There’s a procedure for this? Nobody told me!

This area falls under the City God’s jurisdiction? How does the City God’s Office operate?

Looking completely at a loss, Wang Yunxiao forced himself to stay composed and replied, "This situation is rather unique. We need to relocate a group of alien-world refugees..."

"Come closer."

"Huh???"

"Step up to me."

Confused, Wang Yunxiao cautiously moved closer.

Li Mumu turned serious. "My name is Chu Jiang. I know the threads of cause and effect, understand the balance of Yin and Yang, and can perceive matters of past and future. Relax your body and mind, and close your eyes."

No way—she’s really that powerful?

Wang Yunxiao wavered between skepticism and belief.

Before he could dwell on it further, Li Mumu lowered her head, pressing her antlers against his forehead.

In an instant, a warm and fluid divine energy surged into his mind.

A hundred and eight boiled eggs cooked with boy’s urine...

What the hell?

Before Li Mumu could even process the absurd thought, it disappeared just as quickly, as though it had never existed.

Seriously, what goes on in that brain of yours? I’m tempted to crack it open and find out.

Though tempted, Li Mumu didn’t have the ability to pry into someone’s mind.

She could only infer cause and effect based on the matter Wang Yunxiao had brought up.

A window period amidst Temporal Tide disturbances... two intersecting worldlines... transmigrators needing centralized resettlement... He Lan... He Lan?

Your constitution’s pretty robust, huh? You’ve already got two kids with your wife?

Raising her head, Li Mumu’s eyes glimmered with fragments of starlight and time swirling endlessly.

She saw not only the cause but also the result.

"Lord Wang..."

"You’ve finished looking through it?"

"I’ve understood the entire context of this matter. Relocating refugees to Nanquan Mountain won’t be a problem and can be arranged at any time. But regarding the local environment, which you’ve seen for yourself—I can’t assure it’s harmless to humans."

"That’s fine."

"The refugees aren’t the issue—the issue lies with you, Lord Wang."

Li Mumu’s expression turned severe. "If I’m not mistaken, after settling these refugees, you’ll need to travel to the alien world to search for those who have gone missing. This journey will be exceptionally dangerous, likely involving a blood calamity."

"Just a blood calamity?"

Wang Yunxiao laughed heartily. "A mere blood calamity? No big deal!"