Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 82: Calm at Heart with a Gun in Hand

Guns aren’t necessarily better when they’re larger, but having a gun is always a good thing.

Having obtained the Springfield Rifle, Wang Yunxiao felt it was basically time to retreat.

The precondition being, if he could take it with him.

"I’m afraid not."

Chen Yan poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

"These weapons and ammunition, as well as the medical supplies, are uncontaminated. It’s very difficult for them to pass through the dimensional barrier."

Oyster sauce—!

Wang Yunxiao’s heart sank as he thought, Is it appropriate for you to add such a rule now?

What, do we have to consider game balance now?

When you were spawning the BOSS earlier, you didn’t balance? Now that divine gear drops, you remember to balance?

If you’re going for a masochism trend, then we can’t really play this game.

"What I mean is, these items are... not of high enough quality."

Seeing Wang Yunxiao’s face darken, Chen Yan immediately became flustered and explained through gritted teeth, "The dimensional barrier is like a fishing net—it can only catch big fish, not the small ones..."

I don’t understand.

Wang Yunxiao looked at Little Gourd, "Is there a way to take it back?"

Little Gourd didn’t really understand either, after all, it was everyone’s first time here. He thought for a moment while biting his finger and said, "We could try, but I think Sister Yan’er is right. To take it with us, it might be safer to contaminate it a little."

You make it sound easy, but how do we contaminate it?

"Would it work if we put them together with the bodies you just collected?"

"That wouldn’t work."

After thinking for a while, Little Gourd gestured as he explained, "It’s like the two knives Brother Eryang found. A knife that has killed a living creature is not the same as a new knife. Among the countless weapons forged in ancient times, only a very few are remembered in history, like Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, and the Fish Intestine Sword..."

I get it, they need to be consecrated!

The greatest challenge for the Chess Herald and the Advisor was explaining their understanding of the world to ordinary people.

It depended on the level of knowledge of both parties.

It’s like a junior high school sophomore trying to explain to a country farmer who came to town to sell corn how to do live-streaming to sell products online.

When neither party knows much about the topic, the communication can be absurd, and the difficulty can only be imagined.

But Wang Yunxiao had no such concerns.

His brain had already been pickled by the brine of future information networks.

The contamination of knowledge, as well as the erosion of echoes, essentially boils down to the transfer of information.

Over thousands of years, only a few can leave their names in history books. Regardless of whether they were good or evil, they left a vague impression in the minds of later generations.

But that does not mean that history is made up of these people alone.

It’s just that others were not recorded, so they cannot be researched or imagined.

The same principle applies nowadays.

Given that this is a mirror world, the resources they collect here are literally mirages and reflections on the water. They must be contaminated, or more accurately, carry some information, in order to be collected by the Advisor and brought back to the real world.

Materials are the carriers of thoughts.

First comes the thought, which is information, and then comes the material.

Understanding this principle, the solution actually becomes quite simple.

Find someone blind to try out the gun!

Wang Yunxiao immediately thought of the Ghost Doll next to Third Master Ding.

Such a cute child, if shot, would probably cry for a long time, right?

"Let’s search the school first, and then we’ll go find Third Master Ding."

There might be other things in the school; it’s most important to clear your own turf first.

If it really is a one-to-one exact mirror copy, could there be canned luncheon meat in the underground air-raid shelter?

All of this stuff is great!

Wang Yunxiao, left with nothing but his underpants, now wanted anything that looked worthwhile.

The group set up their formation, with Chen Yan and Little Gourd protected in the middle, searching upward floor by floor.

Guozi carried a torch at the forefront, with Wang Yunxiao carrying the rifle alongside him.

The classrooms were empty; apart from the faint human shapes, there were almost no resources worth searching for. And those figures, under the gleam of the torchlight, dissolved and disappeared swiftly, showing no intention of ambush or attack.

When they reached the entrance to the girls’ dormitory, Chen Yan suddenly said, "There’s something up ahead!"

Wang Yunxiao’s eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, finally they were about to encounter an enemy.

Let Laozi see what kind of monster it is, how many heads does it have?

With a gun and bullets in hand, he was now brimming with confidence.

At the entrance to the girls’ dormitory restroom, a huge, human-shaped cocoon hung upside down from the ceiling.

Although it wasn’t clear what it was, from every perspective, it was highly abnormal.

It didn’t look like anything good.

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to raise his gun to aim, Little Gourd suddenly said, "Sister Yan’er, did that girl die here before?"

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Who?"

"Zhou Qing."

"Then this is..."

When he heard about the child, Wang Yunxiao subconsciously lowered his gun.

"A fierce ghost."

Little Gourd explained softly, "Dying wrongly and full of resentment leads to becoming a fierce ghost."

Or in other words, a campus ghost story.

An unborn ghost story that’s still in gestation, perhaps?

Then why did it appear in this Mirror World?

Is it a copy, or the original?

If we take care of it here, will we have to deal with it again in reality?

Of course, there’s also the main question—should we really handle it?

Wang Yunxiao hesitated.

The child was innocent; she had already been implicated in committing suicide once because of him, and now he was supposed to kill her a second time himself?

Wouldn’t that be going too far?

But if they didn’t deal with it... If this ghost story were truly born, could it become a murdering monster like the Lotus Seed Pod Monster?

Wang Yunxiao looked toward Little Gourd, hoping to get some advice from her.

But Little Gourd refused to meet his gaze, her eyes shifting and her face filled with guilt.

"How about we don’t deal with it for now?"

Chen Yan suddenly said, "Should we go back and ask Teacher Liu for an opinion?"

Her voice was also a bit uncertain.

Wang Yunxiao, noticing the doubtful expressions on the faces of the two girls, became suspicious.

What are you hiding?

"Jiang Xiaotang!"

As soon as Youtiao spoke up, Little Gourd flinched and tucked in her neck from the fright.

Who wouldn’t be scared when their full name is called out suddenly?

Youtiao didn’t say much, just squinted his eyes and stared at Little Gourd.

Chen Yan pulled Little Gourd behind her, blocking Youtiao’s view, and spoke seriously, "It has nothing to do with her. I’ll explain it to you after we go out."

"No need to explain it to me."

Youtiao responded indifferently.

"Alright, stop arguing, it’s not that serious a problem anyway."

Wang Yunxiao, observing everyone’s reactions and maintaining his composure, waved his hand and said, "Let’s see if there’s any other issue, and then we’ll go find Third Master Ding..."

"Big brother!"

Loach, who was following behind, suddenly raised his hand and said loudly, "Come and see, Dumpling doesn’t seem right!"

Guided by the light of the fire, Wang Yunxiao looked over to see Loach holding onto Dumpling tightly, while Dumpling had a pale face and a vacant stare towards the dark corridor behind them, looking indeed very disturbed.

"Dumpling?"

Wang Yunxiao quickly walked over and grabbed his shoulder, "What are you looking at?"

Hearing his voice, Dumpling slowly turned his head and said with difficulty, "Big brother, I think I saw... my grandma..."