Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 107 The Most Expensive Sword in Newbie Village

Fanatics always find reasons to defend their beliefs from every angle.

It was supposed to be the new world God gifted us, but halfway there, the sea blocked our path.

This must be because... the Yellow-Skinned People are blocking our way!

This is a test from God!

At some point, an extreme rumor began to circulate through the slums, claiming that Chinese People from Safo City monopolized the sea routes and occupied the gateway to the New Continent.

We must kill all those Yellow-Skinned People to open the passage forward!

Many people believed it, or rather, they wanted to believe it.

Although the New Continent was far away, those greedy, hard-working Yellow-Skinned People crammed with cash were right before our eyes.

Of course, such naive thoughts were swiftly met with ruthless, bloody suppression.

This was a long time ago.

After clearing those instigators and rioters, the entire slum became as quiet as a stagnant pool.

But now, someone is planning to stir up trouble again.

"According to that priest, some Chinese smugglers hold fragments of Divine Artifacts that flowed out from the New Continent. If you can gather a certain number of Soul Fragments, you can open a portal to the New Continent right here,"

Wendy explained softly.

Li Mumu was dumbstruck.

"Do people really believe such an absurd setup?"

Why don’t you just summon the Divine Dragon?

"They don’t necessarily believe in the so-called Divine Artifact fragments, but they are very willing to use it as an excuse to plunder Chinese shops, and then commit murder for loot."

The main goal is still robbery.

Can’t work, and have no other way to make money, so they have to live by looting.

The cops in Saifu are vicious and unreasonable; if you dare rob openly, they dare to storm your house and send your whole family to eat tortoise jelly.

The compassionate priest then stepped forward and gave them a brilliant idea.

After robbing the money, kill the witnesses, then write slogans in Chinese like "A life for a life," "Debts must be paid," so that the Yellow-Skinned People wouldn’t suspect them, but rather search for the murderer among themselves.

"That priest wasn’t entirely fooling people; he was truly searching for those so-called Divine Artifact fragments, and the notebook he holds is a Divine Artifact."

"A Divine Artifact? How powerful is it? Does it contain a soul fragment of a Dark Wizard? Or does writing a name in it curse someone to have a heart attack?"

"I don’t know, but I’ve seen that priest use the notebook to find safes, no matter how well-hidden they are."

Good heavens, this item is destined for me!

Just hearing about this function made Li Mumu’s heart race.

"I also saw him talk to someone through the notebook when no one was around, just like making a phone call."

"Talking to a notebook? Are you sure he’s not having a hysterical episode? Or being manipulated by something in the notebook?"

"Do you think I can’t tell the difference?"

Well, that’s true... Wendy’s judgment is always spot on. As a witch’s child, even without any talent, her familiarity with magical objects far exceeds the average person’s understanding.

Unless there’s a team specifically dedicated to antiquing, the most professional eyes for antiques definitely belong to Young Master Wang; what looks like treasures to you are just everyday items to him.

"That means..."

"We follow the trail and find the owner of another notebook, by that time each of us will have a notebook..."

Wendy turned her head, whispering, "I originally planned to give it as a farewell gift, to surprise you."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s speed up this surprise!"

Li Mumu tightened her grip on Wendy’s cold hand, quickening their pace.

Golden Fingers, oh Golden Fingers, a must-have for transmigrators, see, here they come!

The people of Safo City are sincere and talented; it would be great to get a full set of Newbie Divine Gear before leaving.

Of course, this required strategic tactics. The two delicate girls definitely couldn’t defeat this group of muscular men; they could only stealthily follow behind and look for the right moment.

Priest led these robed individuals stealthily through street after street; they did not approach the economically flourishing center of the city but chose a relatively remote urban-rural interface—this area was originally an independent small town, which had been swallowed up by the growing city of Safo in recent years, yet it still retained its commercial streets.

In other words, there were fat sheep here.

Under the guidance of the Priest, they quickly found a suitable target.

A shabby grocery store, with windows plastered with square characters they couldn’t understand.

The robed people—believing themselves to be the lambs of the Lord—had once gone through all poverty and displacement, which were tests from God. Since they had already endured the tests, it was natural to now receive the rewards and grace of God.

Killing in the Outer Dimension would never be the same as killing in the Real World.

Definitely, there would be traces left in the Real World.

But having gained experience and tasted sweetness, nothing could stop them now.

They surrounded the grocery store completely, and the leader raised his leg and kicked hard at the front door.

After kicking open the door, everyone entered one after another, followed soon by the sound of bottles breaking and desperate screams for mercy.

It didn’t take long before the store owner and his wife, along with their children under the age of ten, were dragged out.

The woman was howling, and the owner begged desperately, "Take the money if you want! I’ll tell you where it’s hidden, don’t hurt my family!"

But it was utterly useless. A fierce punch hit him in the face, causing him to stagger, and his voice faded away.

Priest walked up to the store owner, with a compassionate look on his face, and said softly, "You are guilty."

"You greedy pigs, you shouldn’t occupy our land, you shouldn’t steal our wealth..."

Li Mumu took off her Demon-Breaking Crossbow from her back, loaded a crossbow arrow, aimed at the back of the Priest’s head, and turned to Wendy, "If I wipe them out, there won’t be any trouble, right?"

"Of course there’ll be trouble."

Wendy frowned slightly, "Killing them all would be too conspicuous with so many bodies lying around; we might end up on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow."

"Then do you have any better ideas?"

"If it really comes to it, we might have to spend money to hire someone to handle it, but I’m a bit short on pocket money this month."

"Then let’s split it."

Li Mumu turned back, and when she looked at the Priest again, her eyes had become cold and emotionless.

"You are right, Priest, you are guilty."

Go to hell—

A blood-red Manjushahua quietly bloomed in her black pupils.