Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 133: It’s Tough to Earn Twenty Yuan

The body was dehydrated, and in such a mysterious place.

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t figure out what was going on.

"This is so annoying. I’ve drawn my forty-meter long knife, and from start to finish, not even a monster with a health bar has appeared."

I hate these puzzle games the most.

Wang Yunxiao was also curious about where the stairs going up from the front would lead.

But glancing at the time on his watch, he decided it was safest to retreat first.

The air-raid shelter wasn’t going to grow legs and run off.

Besides, there are classes at school in the afternoon... We good kids need to go back to class...

Thinking this, Wang Yunxiao was about to order everyone to return the way they’d come.

Just then, Little Gourd stepped out from the group, ran to the young girl’s corpse, and squatted down to carefully examine it.

Worried she might get into trouble, Wang Yunxiao hurried over to stand guard and saw Little Gourd dig out a crumpled ball of paper from the clenched fist of the body’s left hand.

Little Gourd carefully unfolded the crumpled ball of paper and spread it out, revealing a few lines of foreign text.

"Is it English?"

"I don’t recognize it..."

Wang Yunxiao took a look and thought, damn it.

He could understand English, but what was written was not English at all; the grammar and roots didn’t match up. It looked like it might be French or Italian.

Finally stirring up a key clue, and now you’re telling me your system doesn’t support Simplified Chinese?

Definitely a negative review!

"Who recognizes this?"

He didn’t need to ask around much. Seeing the clueless looks on Youtiao and Chen Yan’s faces, Wang Yunxiao knew it was pointless to ask anyone else.

"Let’s retreat. Take it back for the police to study."

That was enough for today. Although they hadn’t encountered any danger along the way, Wang Yunxiao felt that discovering so many bodies was enough to justify his salary.

With so many deaths, it had to qualify as a major case. Surely more professional specialists would come to take over the scene, so they, as inexperienced rookies, wouldn’t need to navigate the map with trepidation anymore.

However, he felt a strange sense of déjà vu about the paper ball.

He felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

"Give me some light here!"

Passing the gas lamp to Youtiao, Wang Yunxiao acted as if possessed and pulled out the notebook Nurse Liu had returned to him. He used the light to compare the material of the paper.

The material was exactly the same.

There was also evidence of a page being torn out inside the notebook. Wang Yunxiao lined up the paper ball with it, and suddenly the paper unfolded by itself, smoothing out all the creases and reattaching seamlessly to the torn edge without leaving a trace.

Wang Yunxiao’s hand trembled, and he almost threw the notebook away.

Huh?

How could these two unrelated things match up?

As he was freaking out with cold sweat running down his back, the unfamiliar foreign text on the paper disappeared quickly, replaced by block characters.

"Elemental Body—Miasma Giant."

"A new elemental life form birthed and nurtured by emissions from heavy industrial pollution. Gas-state body, capable of expanding or contracting hundreds of times. Can create a dense fog to shield perception, causing suffocation and poisoning. Has some thinking capability, no apparent weaknesses."

"It arrives silently and kills invisibly."

What?

Wang Yunxiao was stunned.

Brother, what kind of plot twist is this?

"Is this supposed to be fantasy, magic realism, or post-modern magical cyberpunk?"

"Even demons and evil spirits aren’t as nefarious as you, you’ve taken it to grandma’s house."

"You’re telling me smog can cultivate to become a spirit?"

"What do you mean it has no obvious weakness..."

"Even fire isn’t effective?"

"But on second thought, it makes sense. If its true form is similar to smog, it would naturally have strong light-blocking properties."

"People in later generations also didn’t have any good solutions for smog; at most they just banned emissions, planted more trees, and waited for strong winds."

"Beckland’s final boss can’t be tougher than this, and you want us to start a dungeon of this level now? Are you crazy?!"

"This twenty bucks is way too hard to earn."

"Everybody put on your masks and goggles, and don’t take them off!"

Snapping back to reality, Wang Yunxiao immediately issued his first command.

Although he didn’t know if it would work, having some protection was better than none at a time like this.

"Pick up the pace, we’re heading back the way we came!"

After reading the words in this notebook, a sense of ominous foreboding began to loom in Wang Yunxiao’s heart.

The commotion they had caused seemed to have awakened something lurking in the dark.

From behind, there seemed to come a sound of metal scraping, like rusty gate hinges slowly turning.

Wang Yunxiao looked back, but from this point, he could no longer see where the bodies had been.

He licked his right little finger and raised it towards the direction behind him.

There was air movement.

Something was coming down from above.

"Matuan! Eryang! Loach!"

Wang Yunxiao trusted his instincts completely, without any wishful thinking, and called over a three-person team.

Matuan held up a Rattan Shield in front, Eryang’s waist was equipped with a new and an old Ox Ear Sharp Knife, and he was holding a Repeating Crossbow. This crossbow was different from the heavy Heavenly Crossbow; it was small and compact, only about two feet in length and width—a size of a snack box, making it easy to carry. Naturally, its power was diminished.

Loach stood by his side, clutching a Pointed Steel Spear nearly two meters long.

He actually didn’t know how to use it, unlike Eryang, who had experience with weapons. Who among the proper kids would bother learning such things if they had their fill? At most, they would just play with a tree branch.

They had him carry a long spear because it was a simple weapon to use, not requiring much thought. If they gave him a knife, no one could guarantee he wouldn’t end up hurting his teammates.

To be honest, these uncontaminated weapons weren’t as practical as a simple fire stick.

But if you never use it, it’ll never become contaminated.

Wang Yunxiao himself wore Swallow Wing Blade at his side and carried two fire sticks PRO plus custom edition—Whip of Duke Thunder.

The name was too edgy, too imposing, like a hooligan with a dragon tattoo across his back, something you can’t pull off unless you were really tough.

So Wang Yunxiao privately decided to rename them "Kunjincao."

Isn’t this just a contest of knowledge, just contaminated with knowledge? You think I’m uneducated, right? Here’s a Kunjincao, try decoding it!

Of course, this was just a personal setting; he was a man who cared for his reputation and wouldn’t publicly declare such an embarrassing decision in front of his brothers.

Whoosh—

Something whistled through the air in the darkness.

Wang Yunxiao reacted swiftly, grabbing Matuan’s arm and lifting upward. There was a "thud" as the Rattan Shield stalled slightly, with something unknown embedded into it.

"Aye my gosh, what the heck is this? Bro, I think my hand’s broken!" Matuan exclaimed while clutching his wrist.

"Shut up!"

Wang Yunxiao flipped the shield to take a look, and the thing was not an arrow. It actually looked quite like one of the quills from a porcupine.