Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 115: Without Rules, There’s No Standards

Li Mumu returned home in the evening, and Li Ya told her not to go out for the next couple of days but to tidy up the house and be ready to leave Monday morning.

What else was there to tidy up at home? Hadn’t everything already been packed into boxes?

Looking at the dozens of suitcases stacked in the living room, Li Mumu only felt dizzy and had no idea how her family of three would manage to carry so much luggage.

Of course, she knew the real reason, which was that her father had gotten into trouble outside.

The other party didn’t seem like a decent person and appeared to be narrow-minded.

The notebook provided erroneous information; the Freud Family crest was absolutely useless, which meant there were no loopholes to exploit to harm others.

Wendy felt very sorry and told Li Mumu that she could come up with another idea to definitely help her resolve this hidden danger.

Li Mumu didn’t see it as some hidden danger; she could just go out and start a fire that night if it came to that.

However, Li Ya extinguished that little whim of hers.

The troubles her father faced outside were not for her, as a daughter, to resolve.

At nine thirty in the evening, a car quietly stopped in front of the house, and several burly men armed with weapons got out. Judging by their appearance, they were all white, and well-dressed, just like the Mafia straight out of the legends.

Ding-dong—

The doorbell rang. After a few seconds, Mu Yuming opened the door, only to be met with a fist as big as a bowl, violently smashing into his face.

The burly men entered one by one, sneering as they dragged him into the living room and gave him a beating.

The leader gave his companions a look, and two went upstairs. Soon, the cries and screams of women were heard from above.

Li Mumu, clad in her pajamas, was dragged out of her room, gagged, bound up, and thrown into a sack to be carried over a shoulder.

"Someone asked me to deliver a message to you. This is what you get for refusing to drink a toast and having to drink a penalty instead," one of them said.

The leader squatted down, grabbed the head of Mu Yuming, who had been beaten until he was bruised and could no longer speak, and said viciously, "As long as you do your job well, nothing will happen to your daughter. Otherwise, you’ll never see her again!"

He banged Mu Yuming’s head down on the ground and walked away with the others.

...

Li Mumu watched the little movie in the Crystal Ball with the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

Looking back, Mu Yuming had just closed the door, as if the ones who had just knocked were merely a few mischievous kids threatening to play tricks if not given candy.

They came with fierce momentum and left without a sound as if nothing had happened.

"Is that the situation taken care of?"

"Ordinary people simply cannot distinguish between what is real and what is illusion."

Li Ya put away the Crystal Ball, a mysterious smile on her face: "To them, everything they just experienced is undoubtedly real. And what we are doing right now might just be another illusion seen through a Crystal Ball."

"Why resort to violence when it can be resolved peacefully? You know I’ve always disliked getting my hands dirty."

"Oh, right, right!"

Li Mumu really wanted to ask, who did I inherit my rebellious streak from? It surely couldn’t be my father, could it?

Li Ya looked at her sideways, seemingly casually saying, "The inheritance of Guiding Bodhisattva’s Taoism is complex, as it is a collection of the strengths of many schools but also melds their defects. With your intelligence, you would probably find it very hard to learn."

"Moreover, I’ve heard that Taoism of the Guiding Bodhisattva is not very recognized domestically because it has incorporated too much from the Foreigners. This might present some obstacles for you should you wish to seek a master and pursue Immortal Cultivation."

Would the daughter of a Witch be recognized?

Unable to help herself, Li Mumu asked, "Mommy, are there really Immortals in our country?"

Li Ya raised her eyebrows and said, "How could there not be? Penglai Fairy Island has such renown that even I have heard of it. If there can be Angels and Demons here, why can’t there be Immortals in our country?"

"So that’s how you figured it out? You’re really great!"

Li Mumu tentatively asked, "Then Mommy, have you ever heard of the name or deeds of a specific Immortal?"

Li Ya fell silent.

Li Ya began to waver.

"There must be one!"

"Why are you so sure? You haven’t seen one!"

"There are many things I haven’t seen! I haven’t seen Satan either; does that mean I should also doubt the existence of the Yellowstone Throne?"

Her daughter’s pointed words hit a sore spot, and the old mother immediately became angry and embarrassed.

"Go to sleep right now! Tomorrow morning you’ll continue doing exercises, and you’re not allowed to go out and play!"

...

An hour later, in the high-end ward of Merciful Hospital in Safo City.

Several burly men silently pushed open the door and entered the room, drawing their guns and aiming at the patient sleeping in the bed.

"Are you sure this is the person?"

"It should be right."

The leader glanced at the name tag at the foot of the bed that read "Zhang Zhaoyang" and a cruel smile appeared on his face, "Someone asked me to bring you a message, this is what happens when you don’t toast, you drink a forfeit!"

He wanted to pull the trigger, but the trigger in his hand wouldn’t budge.

Just as he realized something was wrong, a click was heard from the side, someone turned on the room’s light switch.

Yang Jian sat in a sofa nearby, holding a notebook and pen, slowly finishing a line of writing, then raised his head and waved his hand impatiently at the panicked men.

Under his indifferent gaze, the men’s eyes became empty and confused; they lowered their heads as docile as rabbits, put down their guns, silently turned, and left, taking care to close the door behind them.

Yang Jian turned his head, casting his gaze on the patient in the bed.

The reason this guy was lying there wasn’t because his head had been smashed open with a clay pot, requiring twelve stitches; but because he was paralyzed in bed, unable to move due to muscle dissolution throughout his body.

Even the best doctors in Safo City were helpless in this situation.

Only a few hours had passed, and a cluster of fleshly warts uncontrollably grew from his body, making him look like a sprouting potato.

"Save... save me..."

Zhang Zhaoyang struggled to speak, two teeth falling out and dropping by his pillow as he spoke from his mouth.

"I hate people who don’t follow the rules the most."

Yang Jian said coldly.

"Overseas Chinese should stick together and look out for each other, something we were supposed to recite by heart since childhood, the first rule of the association. You colluded with Foreigners, harmed our compatriots, and even implicated your wife and children. Even if you never encountered today’s incident, you should’ve been sent to the Incense Hall to face the family punishment of Three Knives and Six Holes!"

"Your death wouldn’t be a pity, but you can’t die at the hands of outsiders. I will take care of these people for you, but that’s all I’ll do."

"Save me... my father is..."

"If parents don’t discipline their children, it’s their fault. You are beyond saving. The losses at the bank are for your father to fill, don’t expect him to save you."

Seeing Yang Jian stand up to leave, Zhang Zhaoyang struggled to raise his head and cried out with all his might, "Please, save my life... I’m willing... willing to be an ox or a horse for Young Master Huang..."

Yang Jian shook his head, "Don’t even dream of such luxuries, you’re not qualified."

He turned off the light, pushed the door open, and left; the room once again plunged into silent darkness.