Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 869 - 116 Beating Her is for Her Own Good, Right?

"Wang Ying, Wang Ying, what kind of toys do you have at home?"

"None..."

"Even old toys would do. You can’t possibly have no toys at all, right?"

"I do..."

Wang Ying gritted her teeth, her steps heavy as she walked into her room, followed closely by four Demonesses crowding in together.

"If you dare to rummage through my stuff..."

"What’s this?"

Song Lili picked up a gaudy hat, plopped it on her head, and turned to ask Zhou Qing.

"This is a tiger-head hat meant for kids. It symbolizes being energetic and full of spirit."

"Hahaha, energetic and full of spirit!"

Song Lili, donning the tiger-head hat, climbed onto the bed. Her facial features instantly melted, reforming into Wang Ying’s appearance, and her voice changed to mimic Wang Ying’s exactly.

"I am——the Immortal of Tiger Power!"

A vein popped on Wang Ying’s forehead.

"Quick, bring that monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty over! I want to challenge him in seated meditation!"

Zhou Qing and Jiang Yinyin each grabbed one of Wang Ying’s hands, dragging her onto the bed and sitting her cross-legged.

"Master! Show off your real skills!"

"Exactly, Master, start with a recitation of the Diamond Sutra!"

Song Lili sat opposite Wang Ying, her face dead serious: "Bald donkey, show me all the tricks you’ve got!"

"You’ve got the guts to let me go..."

"Bald donkey! Even in your own home, you dare to lash out and hurt others?"

"So what is the purpose of you all coming here? Just to annoy me?"

"Of course not. We’re here to beg for alms."

Song Lili said seriously, "If you don’t cough up enough Silver as hush money today, I’ll report to your parents, tell them how you’re bullying classmates at school by shoving their faces into toilets to eat shit."

"If you’re so desperate to eat, I’ll make sure you get your fill next semester!"

"This bald donkey is still so stubborn. Kids, search everywhere and unearth all her dirty secrets!"

"Stop! Let go of me! I’ll get it for you!"

"You always say that, but as soon as we let you go, you renege on your promise. You’ve got no credibility left with me!"

"You’re just banking on the fact that I’m embarrassed to hit you in my own home. Then, what are you even afraid of?"

Song Lili, naive and yet to experience the dangers of the Mortal World, thought briefly before nodding: "Fine, one last chance. You lie to me again, I’ll let your parents know all about what you’ve been up to at school..."

A piercing scream erupted from the room, loud enough to break eardrums, prompting Wang Yan to chuckle: "The house hasn’t been this lively in a while."

Do you seriously call this lively?

Looks like Song Lili was about to be strangled to death by Wang Ying. Good thing she’s tough enough to take a beating.

Though she looks like a frail little bean sprout on the outside, fundamentally... she’s a final boss cultivated by the Blood Cup Sect. You wouldn’t believe how many health bars she’s got.

Back then, it took so much effort just to knock out her first two health bars and enter stage three.

That’s why Wang Yunxiao wasn’t even remotely worried that Wang Ying might torment Song Lili to death. Her damage output wasn’t even close to sufficient. After one semester, both sides’ mental states had noticeably improved.

"What’s Old Han been up to lately?"

"Oh, him, he’s been relaxing at home, reading books."

"What?"

Wang Yunxiao almost thought he’d misheard.

Han Bin? Reading books?

Wang Yan nodded, explaining, "Ever since Old Han got into university, his passion for learning has been through the roof."

"Him? In university?"

Wang Yunxiao was utterly shocked.

Come on, buddy, what’s wrong with this world?

The Martial Arts Association squad leader, always itching for a fight and practically a killing machine—Han the Martial Arts Maniac—and now you’re telling me he’s a college student?

"Why else do you think he got to be squad leader? You really thought it was just because of his superior Martial Arts skill?"

Wang Yan seemed long accustomed to others’ disbelief, explaining unhurriedly: "Han Bin, well, his dad didn’t name him wrong—’gifted in both literature and martial arts.’ He’s the only college student among the Northern Thirteen Families’ generation, the lone sapling in a barren field. The ones who focus on academics can’t beat his Martial Arts, and the ones who train Martial Arts can’t match his education. Who’re you supposed to reason with?"

You could see the heavy resentment he carried.

"So that attitude of his normally..."

"Yes, it’s all an act."

Damn it, I can’t handle this.

Wang Yan pointed to himself: "Unlike me. Just look at our family—my dad, my sister, and I—we’re all true-blue rough-and-tough types inside and out. If my sister manages to graduate, she’ll be the most educated among us. My dad’s counting on her to shine like Han Bin and bring glory to the family legacy in Martial Arts. But she skipped out before grabbing her elementary school diploma to become a Shaolin monk..."

Yeah, your family’s got plenty of issues too!

Previously, Wang Yunxiao hadn’t interacted much with these Martial Arts Association folks, so his understanding of them was limited.

Now that he knew them in depth, he realized Wang Ying’s problems were comparatively mild.

That evening, at dinner with the Wang Family, the old man prepared a table full of rich dishes: chicken, duck, beef, lamb, boneless pork knuckle, braised pork belly—all hearty fare, some served in literal basins.

Wang Ying sat at the table with four little girls sporting bruised faces, her expression utterly lifeless.

Not only had she been extorted for a hefty sum, but the old man was now grinning as he handed each of the girls a red envelope as a welcome gift, advising them not to stoop to the level of his family’s foolish big girl.

As the four girls scarfed down her family’s rice like it was their last meal, Wang Yunxiao pulled Wang Ying aside and whispered, "You deal with Song Lili a lot. Do you think she’s acting... normal lately?"

Wang Ying responded gloomily, "What do you mean by normal?"

"Like, she seems like a regular person, without showing signs of contamination or corruption from Evil Spirits or anything similar."

"Oh, she’s way too normal!"

Her mental state’s so good I just wanna shove her head into a toilet and fill her stomach with water.

But Wang Ying thought for a moment before suddenly saying, "There are times when she’s not totally normal... though I’m not sure if that counts."

Wang Yunxiao’s heart tightened, and he asked hurriedly, "When, specifically, and what’s the behavior?"

"It’s around the time winter break approaches. Sometimes, while she’s causing a ruckus, she’ll suddenly stop, like her soul’s been sucked out. No matter how much you call her, she doesn’t react."

Wang Ying paused to think, then added, "Her classmates around her fall into the same state too. It lasts for a few minutes, then they snap back as if nothing happened, and none of them remember it at all."

"And when that happens, Jiang Yinyin and the other two are never with her."

"Alright, I think I have a rough idea what’s going on now."

As long as the specifics are clear, you can treat the problem at its source.

Wang Ying looked up at Wang Yunxiao, her expression hesitant, and asked softly, "Song Lili... she’s basically an Evil Spirit, isn’t she?"

Wang Yunxiao nodded: "Yes, and a very powerful one. But her mind is pure and hasn’t been corrupted by those negative influences."

"I keep beating her up till she cries—is that going to make her build up resentment... and turn her fully into an Evil Spirit?"

"Then just go easy on her."

"I am being easy. She always acts out, and I honestly can’t hold back."