Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 110 Abstract Distorted Family Art

"So, you’ve already become Anhelica’s Follower?"

In the morning, while relying on the sunlight, Li Mumu and Wendy squeezed their heads together, leaning over the bathroom mirror and staring intently at the oddity in Li Mumu’s right eye pupil.

Perhaps because of the daylight, the blood-red color that could easily be observed last night had now faded into an almost insignificant trace.

It looked more like the corneal congestion caused by staying up late.

Although it’s commonly said that the characteristics of Chinese people are black hair and black pupils, in reality, if you observe carefully, you’ll find that the pupils of many people contain some hints of blue, green, or gray, only it’s not noticeable.

As for becoming the Follower of a Netherworld Angel, Li Mumu was completely baffled and didn’t feel any of it was real.

Nobody told me about this!

Isn’t there some kind of certification required for this? Don’t you need to achieve something? Or perhaps test one’s moral character?

How did I just become a Follower, and then, just by looking at them, they exploded, is this scientific? Is this magic?

Li Mumu even began to suspect that this notebook was making fun of her.

But apart from the information about herself, other information that popped up in the notebook had been verified.

The thing was like a treasure map with its own little AI assistant.

All the precious treasures in the Wendy Family were marked out by it, and the existence and function of some items were unknown even to Wendy herself.

Take, for instance, the "Freud Family Emblem" hanging at the entrance.

Wendy always thought that it was nothing more but a noble crest passed down from countless generations of her ancestors, useful for nothing other than declaring their noble lineage.

But the notebook indicated that it was a Holy Object—using this emblem could grant an unconditional loan of a hundred thousand US dollars at any of the Federation’s state banks, but if it wasn’t repaid on time, one would suffer from an unspeakable Curse.

What kind of bizarre Holy Object?

There was also a Mummified Cat displayed in the living room, which Li Mumu originally thought was just a piece of handicraft. Compared to the other ornaments in the Wendy Family home, it seemed quite normal.

However, the notebook displayed—

"Level III Magic Object, Spirit Puppet Guardian."

"It was once a fearless warrior who, even after dying valiantly in battle, refused to rest. It signed a contract with the Freud Family, transforming its body into a Spirit Puppet, offering its soul as the price to return to the battlefield."

"According to the contract, after a bound member of the Freud Family dies, it will return from the Netherworld and commence an endless pursuit of the murderer."

Wendy was speechless.

The person’s already dead, what’s there to pursue?

There were several other Magic Objects in the house that had functions similar to that of the Spirit Puppet Guardian, and their purposes were just as filled with the distinct twisted and abstract style of the Freud Family.

The notebook’s detection ability was limited, roughly confined to the space within a radius of about twenty meters. As for places further away, Li Mumu hadn’t had the chance to test it yet.

"What happened to the promised communication function?"

Wendy had no interest in the abstract magical traps that her family fancied. She picked up the bronze candlestick on the table beside her and smashed it down on the notebook twice, "Stop pretending! I saw that Priest whispering with someone, discussing a conspiracy. Unlock this function for me now!"

The notebook remained motionless, appearing weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"Perhaps it’s a high-level function that needs to be unlocked before it can be used."

Li Mumu tried to reason with Wendy gently, but Wendy was relentless, "What’s the use of this detection function? I can buy an Appraisal Scroll for twelve bucks... Is there anything in my house that needs it to tell me what it is? And besides... Is the information it records even correct?"

That was not necessarily true, at least Li Mumu didn’t believe it.

In this world, demons truly exist, and it is well-known that not a single punctuation mark uttered by a demon should ever be trusted.

So, when you come across such a spooky notebook on the street, and it can even search Baidu encyclopedia for you like Xiao Ai’s classmate... Would you completely trust it without question?

Li Mumu thought to herself that she had seen far more advanced AIs than this thing back in the day.

It’s not that you can speak human language just by being given a cognitive model. A real high-level AI is developed bit by bit with big data.

From the senior corporate executives to the security guard at the door, everyone in a deeply otaku-centric enterprise has accumulated decades of big data to create AI wives. There’s an unfathomable quality gap between these and those pretty cheaters who make PPTs to swindle investors.

Now that the notebook was in her possession, it was no longer a pressing issue to ponder; she could research it slowly in the future.

What Li Mumu was most concerned about now was the identity of "Anhelica’s Follower" that she had mysteriously obtained.

"Why not ask them directly?"

Wendy suggested, "Since that Sacrificer was willing to give you the divine seal, it means they have acknowledged your identity. If you have any questions, just go and ask them directly. Why guess on your own?"

It was a good idea, but...

"Let me clarify once again, I bought the peace charm with my own money!"

"You only spent five dollars."

Alright, if the Concentric Knot truly had the power described in the notebook, it indeed wasn’t something one could buy for five bucks; they only charged her a nominal fee for labor.

Li Mumu was not one to be indecisive. With that thought, she made a decision, "Let’s have breakfast first and then head to the Hall of Peace!"

Wendy, now so hungry she could gnaw on wood, had no objections to this plan.

Once they left for the familiar teahouse, Li Mumu was about to sit down to order when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

It was Mu Yuming, her father in this life.

She was about to go over to greet him when she noticed that Mu Yuming was sitting across from a strange man, also dressed in a suit, exuding the air of a business elite.

This made Li Mumu hesitate internally. She decided not to go over to bother them but instead slyly led Wendy to an adjacent booth, pricking up her ears to eavesdrop on the conversation behind her.

The atmosphere at the table was very silent. Mu Yuming was bowing his head eating porridge, while the man across didn’t order anything and was just sitting back with his legs crossed, waiting for him to speak.

After a long wait and seeing that Mu Yuming was still dawdling with no intention of putting down his spoon, the man could not help but laugh and speak, "Aming, you still have that reticent personality. You’re going to suffer once you go back."

Seeing that Mu Yuming still did not speak, the man sat up straight and scoffed, "Do you really think you can be as carefree as you are now when you go back? You may be willing to trust this new government, but that doesn’t mean they’ll trust you!"