Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 117: Embarking on a Mysterious and Wonderful Journey

Li Mumu was a well-behaved child, diligently studying and practicing problems at home, utterly unaware of the happenings outside.

Of course, a big reason for this was that she was studying both "String Theory" and "The Sutra of Guiding the Deceased to the Afterlife" at the same time, the effort was so exhausting that after ten minutes of studying, she needed to sleep for three hours to recover.

Moreover, it was thanks to her own sufficiently solid worldview that she didn’t suffer from knowledge contamination from the materials.

Ordinary people might not have been able to withstand it.

In the internet age, each person’s exposure to information far exceeded that of ancient times by thousands of times. In theory, everyone had undergone at least nine years of compulsory education, yet the world was still brimming with unimaginable and intellectually challenged oddballs.

In this era where knowledge and education had yet to become widespread, the intellectual level of the common people left even less to be discussed.

Such professional books could roast their brains to well-done.

Actually, Li Mumu was somewhat overwhelmed herself, daily falling into a deep sleep to the point where two voices endlessly argued inside her head, causing her great distress. But when it came to giving up... she was somewhat reluctant.

It was knowledge after all, precious stuff. Even if not for research or scholarly pursuits, just gaining some understanding couldn’t hurt.

Eventually, she came up with a good method: to drag out another head and have each one focus on a single book.

The problem was finally resolved.

Before long, it was May 1st. Li Mumu woke up in a daze, got out of bed, finished her morning routines, changed into her travel clothes, and took one last look at her room, where she had lived since childhood.

The house had already been sold, including her bed, the desk she used, chairs, wardrobe... if nothing unexpected happened, this would be a final departure with no return.

Can this place be considered my hometown?

Li Mumu couldn’t help but question herself.

It was her hometown, but not her motherland.

In the end, Chinese people must return to their roots.

Across the sky, across the sea, there lies the origin of the ancient bloodline, the ancestral land of the Descendants of Yanhuang.

Whether it was the memories and yearnings for the homeland of her grandfather and father in this lifetime,

Or her own special feelings towards Huaxia of this era, being a transmigrator,

All were urging her to start her journey home.

Although she had thrown away that notebook, Li Mumu now felt an inexplicable urge to find another notebook to jot something down.

[You seem to recall an apt phrase, but when it comes to your lips, you can’t say it.]

[We are...]

Li Mumu fell silent for a long while, then lifted her head and murmured to the air in the room,

"May 1st, 1370 of the Western Calendar, 6:30 in the morning, No. 26 Skylark Road, Saifu City, Federal Special Affairs Bureau, Second Operations Group, Freelance Officer Li Mumu reporting. I am about to embark on my journey home, but my memory is incomplete, and I am unable to accurately determine my identity and positional coordinates in time and space. If someone sees this message, please contact me."

Whether or not it was useful, it was best to leave a point of reference here, anyway.

Descending the stairs, she saw Li Ya stuffing one suitcase into another, then into another...

What, a Tarkov magic mini backpack?

So she solved it like this!

Before, Li Mumu had wondered how on earth they were going to move so much luggage; she had not expected Li Ya to just stuff things this way and that until all the suitcases were inside one another, leaving only two large ones filled with daily necessities, appearing more like a decoy.

Li Ya looked up at the small travel suitcase in Li Mumu’s hand and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you just bringing this? Don’t you want anything else?"

Li Mumu nodded, "The rest is at Wendy’s."

"That’s right, you spend half your time sleeping over at her place..."

Li Ya stood up, rubbed her back, and exhaled slowly, "Your dad has arranged for a vehicle. Let’s do one more check, and if there’s nothing missing, we can leave."

After a thought, she added, "Think carefully, if you have things like a Soul Box, make sure to bring them with you, don’t leave them here."

"I don’t have any!"

Why would I have a Soul Box!

Li Mumu suppressed the urge to tease.

After closing the door, the family of three stood outside the house, gazing at the building in silence for a moment, before Mu Yuming waved his hand grandly, "Let’s go!"

The car drove through the streets, and Li Mumu subconsciously looked out the window. As they turned the corner, the Pacific Bank branch she remembered was nowhere to be seen.

???

Watching the completely unfamiliar buildings and signs rush by, Li Mumu was filled with confusion.

Where did that bank go? Grew wings and flew away? It’s one thing for a bank to close, but what about the building?

Or did I remember wrong? Was it not this street that I visited last time?

"You see, what did I tell you?"

Li Ya whispered in her ear, "Everything is an illusion."

Everything in this world is produced by the collision of ripples caused by the vibration of strings.

Like mayflies, born at dawn and dead by dusk.

Three thousand worlds, three forms of change.

Past, present, future...

Magic and theology, two completely different theories, which one is the truth? Or are they both the truth?

The internal combustion engine-powered cruise ship named "Cosmos" was docked at the pier, like a giant beast resting in peaceful slumber.

Only when standing in front of such colossal steel machinery does one realize the grandeur and magnificence of this era’s technological development, as well as one’s own insignificance.

Both modern theology and magic theory have developed to such profound depths.

So how should modern science explain the world?

Wendy, wearing a cloak, stood on the dock distractedly feeding the seagulls.

Hearing Li Mumu’s footsteps, she turned her head and gave her a deep look, then turned her head and nudged her mouth towards another direction.

Li Mumu followed her gaze and saw nine white pebbles quietly placed in an inconspicuous corner under the dock’s pier.

Arranged in the shape of a cross.

"It looks like that notebook has found a new sucker."

Wendy said meaningfully, "Maybe that sucker is on this ship, embarking on a journey with you."

The price for a demon to buy one’s soul was two thousand US dollars, and the price for Zhang Zhaoyang to buy Mu Yuming was also two thousand US dollars.

I picked up that notebook and threw it into a trash can, yet someone still arranged white stones at the junction of land and sea. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

This world is always full of wondrous coincidences.

A check was pasted on Li Mumu’s cheek.

"Someone visited my house last night and brought this check over. Since you didn’t like the previous gift, let’s swap it for this," Wendy handed a bearer check for one hundred thousand US dollars to Li Mumu, whispering, "After you settle down over there, remember to write to me... Of course, even if you don’t, it doesn’t matter, I won’t miss you much."

Li Mumu took the check, glanced at it, and casually stuffed it into her pocket, taking Wendy’s hand.

As it had always been over the years, Wendy did not refuse.

She thought this was their last stretch of journey and intended to take it slow, but to her surprise, Li Mumu was hurrying more and more.

"Wait...wait a minute, what are you doing?"

Seeing Li Mumu forcefully dragging her onto the boarding bridge, Wendy panicked.

"You don’t have any attachment to this city anyway, and I’m too lazy to write letters, much less wait for your slow replies."

Li Mumu chuckled, "So I have a perfect solution. Let’s just take you along packed and shipped with me!"