Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 105 New Continent and the Second Great Migration

"Li Mumu, what crap have you written?"

After cramming a 3000-word book reflection until 11 p.m. and tossing it to Li Ya, Li Mumu ran off without waiting for her to read the content thoroughly.

What a joke, writing a book reflection isn’t about doing reading comprehension; there’s no standard answer.

Sharing the story you’ve just made up should be enough.

When Li Ya let out a piercing scream, Li Mumu was already gone without a trace.

Midnight was a very dangerous time, and Wendy was in the midst of danger.

Although there was no actual evidence, the fact that this clingy person hadn’t come to find her for two whole days wasn’t a good sign.

Li Ya’s divination results weren’t too good either.

Earlier, she had said she was going to gather some information, but then she never came back.

It had been so long, she might have already been kidnapped or something.

We needed to get some handy weapons ready for any contingency—this was advice from her own mother, and Li Mumu willingly took it.

Speaking of handy weapons, one couldn’t help but think of the Wendy Family’s armory.

Literal armory.

The biggest hobbies of her life were, one, being downright lazy, and two, collecting ancient military arms.

Like Blades and Spears, bows and crossbows, hidden weapons, and various indescribable torture devices.

Iron Maiden, Trojan memorabilia, the Louis bottle opener... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Li Mumu stormed into the Wendy Family residence, pushed open the wooden cellar door, and familiarly took down the Demon-Breaking Crossbow from the wall to sling over her back.

Wendy liked to play with these, but she wasn’t good at it, colloquially known as being bad with a big addiction.

What she truly relished was holding a sharp weapon in her hand, control of someone else’s life and death at her fingertips, enjoying the desperate struggle of others caught between sheer fear of life and death.

In other words, she wasn’t a real executioner but a pleasure offender in her delusional world.

In most cases in the past, these weapons were used by Li Mumu.

Li Mumu didn’t like using cold weapons, although as a professional gamer, she had trained all types of cold weapons in the games to max level.

But her current age was still too young, she hadn’t undergone professional training, and couldn’t handle those heavy weapons; she could only rely on bows, crossbows, and hidden weapons to compensate for her physical shortcomings.

The Demon-Breaking Crossbow needed to be paired with Mithril Arrows to inflict effective damage on those non-human monsters.

To handle ordinary people, poisoned Sleeve Arrows were enough.

Perhaps she also needed to bring some special drugs to handle particular situations.

Li Mumu fastened her specially made belt, packing it with various assorted trinkets—this equipment was stripped off the body of a Demon Hunter who mistook Wendy as an easy target.

In this business, without keen observation, death was inevitable.

Picking up a one-handed axe hanging on the wall, she felt its weight was just right.

This was one of the weapons she remembers using most habitually in this life, extremely handy for chopping heads.

[Looking back now, your childhood memories are indeed quite vivid.]

[But now isn’t the time to reminisce about the good old days]

Holland Road, No. 64—

This was a poor area on the outskirts of Saifu City, a place Li Mumu and Wendy seldom visited.

It was dirty, chaotic, and subpar, with little joy to be found.

[In your memory, this slum area had only begun to develop over the last decade.]

[It was around the time when Wendy was kidnapped]

[All the newspapers were reporting about the New Continent, stirring the desires of those white people whose ancestors had immigrated but who had failed to make a name for themselves. They brought their families and carriages to Saifu, hoping to find a ferry to the New Continent.]

[But as far as you knew, such ferries were not common. The Four Seas Commerce Guild recruited a batch of employees for the New Continent every three months on average, setting extremely strict recruitment standards, and yet the applicants flocked to it.]

[Apart from that, there were no truly safe means to travel to the New Continent.]

[Some people would settle for migrating to various countries in East Asia instead.]

Li Mumu, cloaked, concealed her figure as she sneaked through the gate.

It was a low-rent apartment.

Looking at the architectural blueprint, the apartment was somewhat dumbbell-shaped, its initial design meant to address the increasing problem of housing for overseas immigrant labor in the Federation.

That President’s campaign slogan had been to provide each immigrant family with a sophisticated small two-bedroom villa.

But as everyone knows, campaign slogans become meaningless after the election victory.

The originally designed living unit for a family of five quickly evolved under cruel reality into a sardine-packed communal housing.

There were two reasons why such dumbbell apartments became widespread.

One was that they looked slightly more aesthetically pleasing than the boxy matchbox designs.

Two was that they were inexpensive to build.

Located on Holland Road, these blocks were nearly all identical dumbbell apartments, looking quite new on the outside since they hadn’t been built too long ago. The streets were relatively clean and tidy, but the interior conditions were dire.

Upon opening the apartment’s main door, a foul stench of rotten food, drunken vomit, and tobacco smoke hit you.

At least twenty times more people than originally designed could cram into this building.

Even so, it was much better than the situation on the East Coast.

Over there, it had already literally become Hell.

At midnight, while most people would have already been asleep, the apartment was pitch black, the thunderous yelling and the sour smell of unwashed feet lingering through the closed doors.

Li Mumu did not know which room Wendy was hidden in, but as long as the address was correct, she could always find the right room.

With no other clues at this moment, she had to rely on her years of experience accumulated from gaming.

Since Wendy had managed to find this place, she must have discovered something.

First floor, second floor... Li Mumu pressed her ear carefully against the door to assess the situation inside.

Workers tired from a day’s labor and those immigrants who had not yet found a job would usually sleep soundly, snoring loudly.

The louder and more abundant the snores, the deeper and more peaceful the sleeper, with nothing to hide.

It was only when she reached the top floor that Li Mumu faintly saw a glimmer of light and heard voices.

The door to the rooftop was ajar, and there was a group of robed, masked people gathered around a bonfire.

A priest, also hooded, was holding a black book and preaching beside the bonfire.

Li Mumu peered through the crack of the door, initially thinking he was holding a Bible, but upon closer inspection, it appeared not as thick.

It looked like an ordinary notebook.

However, the expression on the priest’s face was one of frenzied excitement, as if he was high on euphoria