Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 88: Receiving a Mysterious Letter

"Good evening, madam, here is your letter."

The giant bent down to hand a pure black letter to Li Mumu.

"A letter for me?"

Li Mumu was somewhat surprised; in her memory, this was supposed to be Wendy’s house.

"Of course, Ms. Li..."

The giant’s gaze lingered for a moment on the blood dripping at her feet.

"So, have you gone back to your old ways?"

"What?"

"Nothing, I have more letters to deliver. I wish you good health, madam."

The giant bowed his head in salutation and quietly stepped back, then turned and strode away, blending his figure into the dark fog.

He ran away!

Huh?

Li Mumu looked perplexed. You’re that tall and yet you react to me as if you’ve seen a ghost?

And what’s this about going back to old ways? Was my car stolen or my dog killed? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Wait, what did this body do before... no, what did I do before?

[You try to recall the past, but the memories are very vague, seemingly reluctant to be unearthed. At this point, you finally can’t tolerate the suspicious voice that has been murmuring in your mind.]

"So what exactly are you? A system? Open an interface, I want to add points!"

Li Mumu murmured softly while rubbing her temples.

[You try to find the exclusive benefits of a transmigrator, but alas, you soon realize it’s just a personality fragment split from your psyche.]

Great! Mental illness means I won’t be prosecuted for murder...

Screw that! Who wants to be mentally ill!

Inside Li Mumu, alpacas danced wildly.

Just opening my eyes after crossing over and finding I’ve killed someone, and then discovering I have a mental disorder, how fantastic!

Outside the door was pitch black, completely obscure; neither stars nor the moon could be seen in the sky.

It’s all map fog.

Li Mumu closed the door and, holding that letter, returned to the murder scene. She found a chair with less blood on it to sit down and used a surgical knife to pry open the brass-colored wax seal on the letter.

[You notice the pattern on the wax seal, which looks like a goat’s skull, very familiar.]

The envelope contained only a single sheet of letter paper, with just a few lines of script in florid Latin, the ink still fresh.

[You recall teaching yourself Latin many years ago to create game guides. Not proficient but adequate.]

A fragment of memory merged into your mind, like a trickle of fresh spring water into a parched desert.

Li Mumu’s gaze flickered twice as she recognized the words on the letter.

"To Ms. Li Mumu:"

"If you are willing to accept the holy grace, please meet with Father Lyon at St. Briel Church, 13 Emerald West Street, after 8 AM tomorrow for a detailed discussion."

"—Your faithful Q"

[The other party’s wording seems somewhat humble]

[You remember the location of St. Briel Church, but you’ve never been inside it according to your memory.]

[You have no recollection of this ’Q’]

Folding the paper, Li Mumu turned her gaze to the body at her feet, considering the difficulty of dismembering it.

[It appears she is not quite dead yet]

Li Mumu’s eyes brightened as she noticed the "corpse" on the ground laboriously raising a hand, which seemed to be clenching something.

It was a mahjong tile.

"South? South Wind?"

[You suddenly remember that Wendy used your frequently played set of mahjong tiles while arranging the array. Theoretically, if there’s a South Wind, there should also be East, West, and North tiles. Although you don’t know what function they served in the Spirit Possession Ceremony, they at least provide a clue.]

[Perhaps they could save a life]

Mumu looked at the wound on the corpse’s neck and thought that it was just two centimeters away from being a decapitation. Could such a person still be saved?

However, since there was no other intelligence information, it might be worth trying to see what would happen.

Mumu bent down to the floor and quickly found two mahjong tiles beneath the nearby table and chairs.

They were the "Red Dragon" and the "Nine of Bamboo".

[It seems it’s not just about the directions, it could very likely be the Thirteen Orphans.]

Damn it, the Thirteen Orphans!

Mumu gritted her teeth and patiently continued searching on the ground.

Because there was blood everywhere, along with various strange items ranging from wild beast teeth to fresh organs and even ginseng and celery... all soaked in blood, she took great effort and got her hands covered in blood before finally gathering all thirteen mahjong tiles.

When she found the last tile, a crisp "snap" rang beside her ear.

It was like the sound of winning a mahjong game.

The entire room suddenly collapsed!

An unexpected sensation of weightlessness made Mumu involuntarily scream.

The next moment, she convulsed like a tuna out of water, bouncing off the carpet.

Fresh air filled her lungs, and her stomach felt as if she had just drunk poison, sending a strong urge to vomit.

"Anchor successful!"

[You’re awake.]

[Your brain has finally started functioning normally, and you gradually recall that to ensure the success rate of the Spirit Possession Ceremony, you and Wendy delved deep into Dreamland, where you engaged in a bloody battle and ultimately obtained the attention of the Yellowstone Throne.]

[Perhaps, you succeeded.]

[You start to recall more memories.]

[But before that, you have more important things to do.]

Mumu suddenly looked up, meeting the indifferent gaze of the girl in front of her.

She was a pale-skinned, gloomy-faced black-haired girl, wearing the same lace nightgown as in her dreams, sitting barefoot on the ground, with eyes wide open like an owl, staring intently at her.

"The Ceremony was successful, right? We nearly lost our lives; it couldn’t have failed," the girl muttered to herself.

"What should I call you now? Mumu, or... do you have a new name?"

"I am..."

Facing the soft interrogation of the girl almost face-to-face, Mumu hesitated for a moment inside.

"I am Mumu."

"No, you’re not."

The girl decisively refuted, "Don’t pretend in front of me, I know what kind of effects the Spirit Possession Ceremony can produce. If the real Mumu were still around, she would definitely try to deceive me by claiming she’s the Imperial Princess from the Otherworld."

What exactly did I look like in your eyes before!

Mumu said helplessly, "Okay, I am the transmigrator from the Otherworld..."

"That’s not important, I’m tired of hearing it," the girl interrupted, reaching out with an expressionless face, "Introduce yourself again, I’m Wendy, your only and best friend in this world. Besides me, there’s no one else in this world worthy of your trust, not even your biological parents."

Honestly, they share the kind of deep friendship that involves taking bullets for each other.

The girl being so forthright, Mumu found no reason to continue her pretense, and as she raised her hand, she noticed she still held a letter.

Everything in the dreams seemed fake, but this letter had made it back with her to reality.

"I’ve received an invitation letter."

"Only for you?"

Wendy’s expression instantly turned grim, slowly pulling out a sharp surgical knife from behind her.

The real knife, in her hand.

"Wait! Aren’t we the best of friends?"

"The best of friends shouldn’t hog things all to themselves!"