Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 842 - 89 The incoherent communication between a donkey’s lips and a horse’s mouth

There was a time when Foreigners were quite keen on exploration and archaeology, actively visiting people’s homes to relocate their ancestral treasures back to their own countries for preservation and protection.

To preserve and protect these finds, they built museums. Nations had their grand museums, and individuals had their private collections in smaller museums.

Wang Yunxiao encountered one such expedition team in the subterranean Net Path. The group consisted of seven people, though two were already missing—one a guide, and the other a so-called technical expert.

The professional type skilled at picking locks, breaking into doors, and tomb digging.

And now, this expedition was stranded in this godforsaken place, where neither village nor shelter could be found.

The leader of this team was the white-haired Professor Smith, reputedly a historian and geographer from a renowned university.

Other team members included the financier of the expedition, Sir Ike.

Sir Ike’s daughter, the young, beautiful, and golden-haired wavy-haired Miss Angel, whose hobbies included traveling and exploring.

Miss Angel’s childhood friend, Professor Smith’s student, the frail black-haired, timid shut-in Chris.

The team’s bodyguard, a tough-looking retired soldier named Duke.

And Professor Smith’s loyal servant, the seemingly unreliable youthful Simba.

They were all ordinary people, and even the guns they carried felt out of place for this era.

The speed of those bullets was like a turtle crawling.

Upon seeing the armor on Wang Yunxiao and the sci-fi weapon in his hands, the old professor’s eyes lit up, while the young Simba was utterly terrified.

But what truly petrified him was the girl cradled in Wang Yunxiao’s arms.

"She’s a Spider Woman! She’ll turn into a spider! Quickly, throw her away!"

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t be bothered to respond to him.

The old professor was particularly curious about Wang Yunxiao’s origins, while Wang Yunxiao also found them intriguing.

After sitting down and chatting for a while, Wang Yunxiao learned that this old gentleman wasn’t one of those people who enjoyed relocating items from others’ homes to his own.

His original expedition plan was to head to Iceland’s dormant volcano to search for the rumored tunnel leading to the underground world, said to have been discovered in the journal of an earlier adventurer. Rumor had it that the underground world was home to many massive prehistoric creatures, such as giant lizards and apes...

However, due to a series of coincidental circumstances leading to an adventure full of twists and turns worthy of a 200,000-word novel, they found themselves on the legendary Northern Terminus Continent, a land erased from history.

There, they discovered supposed prehistoric human civilization ruins and encountered the local tribal survivors. Under the guidance of the tribal locals, they ventured into the underground Net Path, known locally as the Spider God Country, to find a way to return to the Real World.

It was here that they encountered the daughter of Atlach-Nacha—the Spider God—those women who could transform into spiders, referred to as spider monsters. It was said that these women were sacrificial offerings made to the Spider God by ancient humans, imbued with its power, becoming its followers.

In other words, Spider God’s version of Divine Witches.

The professional tomb digger in the team, driven more by instinct than thought, was eaten like a cookie by those Spider Women. The tribal guide, too frightened to think, fled and remains missing.

The others retreated while fighting, unsure of where they had ended up.

And now, in these dim caves, they encountered a mysterious warrior from the East, cradling an unconscious girl in his arms...

Both sides felt that running into something like this in such a place was truly absurd!

Professor Smith’s provisions were abundant, not just containing bread, ham, cigarettes, wine, and coffee but also locally purchased dried preserved meat and a special herbal tea.

The tea was spicy, reminiscent of wild coriander mixed with oil tea noodles. It was said to enhance perception and allow one to detect the odors of subterranean creatures beforehand, avoiding danger.

Wang Yunxiao took a sip and quickly declined further. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Professor Smith was very interested in Wang Yunxiao’s origins, especially when he found out Wang Yunxiao could speak fluent English. It felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land; he enthusiastically pulled Wang Yunxiao aside to ask all kinds of questions.

However, he hadn’t heard of Fusang’s Master of Ten Thousand Transformations or The East’s new President. Instead, he curiously responded, "Isn’t it your Empress Dowager who’s acting as regent?"

With that, Wang Yunxiao immediately realized something was off; they weren’t from his homeland.

Were they from another timeline or an entirely different place? That remained unclear.

"So you’ve already abolished the Feudal Dynasty?"

After Wang Yunxiao briefly explained the situation on his side, Professor Smith couldn’t help but express an awe-filled exclamation, "The United Kingdom has shut itself off... How did they do that? Did they slaughter the entire royal family and the nobles?"

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, "Who knows? I don’t understand that stuff either."

His history grades weren’t particularly good, and encountering this seasoned history expert left him struggling to respond.

The old professor, like a textbook fundamentalist in history, posed particularly tricky questions about monarchy, democracy, societal structure, and dynasty cycle theories...

Forced into a corner, Wang Yunxiao could only rely on his patchy knowledge of Human Sociology to cope.

He managed to bluff his way through, as the old professor jotted down notes furiously, praising afterward, "You don’t seem like a warrior at all; rather, you appear more like a scholar well-versed in books."

Huh? Me?

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, "Sir, you might need stronger glasses. How far off is your astigmatism?"

Normally, Wang Yunxiao wouldn’t bother talking so much with others, but he was willing to chat with this professor for one main reason—not just because of the food and hot water he provided but also because the old professor shared his notes.

As a professional scholar, the elderly professor had gathered substantial knowledge from the local tribes about the Northern Terminus Continent, including its humanity, geography, mythology, and a wide array of fantastical creatures.

The woman who guided Wang Yunxiao was not spider bait. The locals referred to her as the White Witch, who would appear among the tribal people before unspeakable disasters occurred, delivering prophetic warnings. However, her prophecies were often too cryptic for anyone to understand.

There was also the possibility that the locals’ cultural level was insufficient to comprehend her meanings.

Additionally, this isolated and sprawling continent housed many Ancient Gods who remained very much awake, along with their followers and worshippers, including the Spider God and its daughters.

The Spider God had been locked in a decades-long struggle for control of the Net Path against another Ancient God named Bastet, while further away in the Land of Silence, another silent war raged between Heaven and Hell.

It was rumored that a newly ascended Great Monarch of Hell was sealed there, and when he broke free from his imprisonment, he was destined to destroy the world.