Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 808 - 55 Shen Qingxi’s Otherworld Travelogue

Friendship between women is easy to establish; all it takes is finding an emotional resonance.

Then remove the influence of men altogether.

Shen Qingxi took only one evening to form a deep bond with He Lan.

Whether it’s genuine or plastic, the little boat of friendship has indeed set sail.

Their conversations naturally revolved around Wang Yunxiao.

However, the suspicion between them transformed into pointing fingers at a third party.

"Actually, Commander Wang is already engaged, but his fiancée isn’t me."

"Didn’t you know? Let me tell you..."

In Shen Qingxi’s narrative, the Red Shroud became a dignified and aloof heiress, whose grandfather was a university professor—what you’d call a scholarly family. Her father was a real estate magnate with immense wealth, and she herself was a beauty unmatched under heaven, a true paragon of grace.

It was love at first sight for Commander Wang, who couldn’t resist her charms. He pulled out every stop imaginable to finally win her over.

The details were plentiful and vivid, so much so that they felt unassailable in their truthfulness.

Of course, Shen Qingxi also managed to sniff out the real nature of He Lan’s relationship with Wang Yunxiao.

It amounted to absolutely nothing.

The father of her son was named Wang Ermao, a street loafer who just happened to look exactly like Wang Yunxiao.

He was a righteous man to a fault and ended up dying a violent death on the streets because of it, leaving her and her child to struggle through a harsh life.

He Lan was fully aware of her current predicament, but to ensure the survival of the two children within her care—one in her arms and one in her belly—she was willing to abandon all pretense of moral boundaries.

If she weren’t heavily pregnant, she might have already climbed into Wang Yunxiao’s bed by now.

Shen Qingxi keenly picked up on her intentions.

"If your only goal is raising these two children, I might have an idea."

"I wouldn’t dare trouble Commander Wang..."

He Lan was sharp, quickly recognizing that this woman had ulterior motives and was trying to use her as a pawn.

If Shen Qingxi expected her to go around publicly claiming an intimate relationship with Wang Yunxiao, she wouldn’t agree to it, no matter what.

She knew Wang Yunxiao too well—his temperament was identical to her late partner’s.

Soft approaches work; hardline tactics would lead to disaster.

If you humbly approach him and plead your case, he might unwillingly but eventually help resolve some of your issues.

But if you try to strong-arm him, tearing off pretense and playing tough, you’d be digging your own grave.

That’s precisely why He Lan had kept her lips sealed. The boiled eggs Wang Yunxiao personally brought her were enough. Those who understood would understand; for anyone else, no amount of explanation would suffice.

"Actually, you shouldn’t bother Commander Wang at all. You should approach his subordinates. There are things he can’t handle directly, but considering your connection, would his men dare to trouble you unnecessarily?"

Shen Qingxi offered a thoughtful, practical suggestion: "For example, Deputy He, who’s in charge of logistics and procurement. Wouldn’t building a rapport with him be easier and more productive than bothering Commander Wang directly?"

This was a wake-up call for He Lan.

Wang Yunxiao had two subordinates often referred to as deputies... Though calling them ’deputies’ wasn’t entirely accurate. It was simply that these two seemed particularly conspicuous in their roles, so people naturally called them that.

One was Li Haiyang, nicknamed Loach, responsible for managing personnel records. He had a silver tongue and could sweet-talk anyone.

The other was He Kuan, nicknamed Dumpling, mainly in charge of procurement and managing logistics. He accompanied Shen Qingxi on supply runs, so she was relatively familiar with him.

If you wanted a small favor or something tangible, it made more sense to find him rather than Wang Yunxiao. He was the one actually handling affairs on the ground.

"But how should I approach Deputy He..."

"I know him well enough. Leave this little matter to me!"

Shen Qingxi patted her chest in confident reassurance.

But this wasn’t the time to stir things up just yet.

Two days later, the resettlement process officially began. The first group of displaced individuals preparing for relocation was ready to depart.

"Tonight, we’re having stewed lamb with steamed buns! Everyone gets a bowl. Eat your fill, then pack your belongings—we’re setting off!"

The evening meal was personally arranged by Deputy He.

Instead of fresh lamb, they used military-issued canned braised lamb.

And they kept it as a small, private operation. They didn’t let the news spread, knowing the costs would skyrocket if everyone started clamoring for lamb.

Though labeled "stewed lamb," the reality was a stew with a ratio of ten parts radish to one part canned lamb. But even the smallest trace of meat was a luxury to these transmigrators, leaving them without much room to complain.

Shen Qingxi had a bowl herself, only to feel dizzy and lethargic, compelled to sleep shortly after.

When she next regained consciousness, she found herself in an utterly unfamiliar place.

All around her lay barren mountains. The air was dry and coarse, as if the moment she opened her mouth, she’d taste dust.

There was something wrong with the lamb!

The Special Service Bureau was playing dirty as usual, conducting their relocation process in absolute secrecy without giving anyone a chance to send signals or leave marks.

On second thought, it made sense. If their work weren’t so discretion-bound, they’d have long been exploited by their enemies.

The others were still groggy, not yet fully awake. Shen Qingxi checked the data logged within her body and quickly confirmed that this place was the Thousand-Year Dynasty World, a dimension she had visited before.

What’s the meaning of this? Are they exiling us to the Outer Dimension? Can people even survive here?

She was just about to stand up and survey her surroundings when a flash of light appeared in the air. Hundreds of heavily armed elite soldiers materialized on a nearby field.

Shen Qingxi said nothing and sat back down, pretending she hadn’t fully recovered yet.

"You’re finally here!"

She lowered her head and hid amid the crowd, listening to a rough male voice from outside.

"Captain, this is a direct order from above..."

"Just taking down that dragon? They have a settlement nearby too. It’s already somewhat developed."

"No assault on the settlement."

"Alright then... Where’s the equipment? Fighting an aerial beast won’t be easy..." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"The Yu Heng is on standby."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s move out now!"

"Are we sure the Paladin hasn’t left yet?"

"Confirmed. My men have been monitoring it continuously. That old dragon seems particularly interested in the new Mountain God of this region and has been skulking nearby, observing from a distance. If you’d delayed any longer, I suspect it would’ve claimed this spot for itself."

"Good. Then let’s meet the Mountain God first."

A deafening roar of engines resounded in the sky above. Instinctively, Shen Qingxi looked up to see a massive warship, over seventy meters long, slowly emerging from the void.

What the heck is that thing?

The shadow of the warship loomed over West Spring Mountain, adjusting its direction with a striking elegance. From atop the ship, several vividly colored Cloud Top Sky Lanterns shot forth, trailing blazing exhaust flames as they sped toward the so-called "Western Heaven."