Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 89: A Familiar Yet Strange Era

Breakfast for Safo people starts with a cup of black coffee and ends with a half-leaf of lettuce.

With a rumbling stomach, Li Mumu rummaged through the kitchen at Wendy’s place and found half a pound of oatmeal that looked a bit moldy.

It seemed inedible.

[You recalled that Wendy never cooked and even often mooched meals and drinks at your place.]

[You remembered the taboo in this household—never try any food she cooks by herself, except for coffee and tea.]

[The taboo list is updated, now even tea should be avoided.]

"Shall we go out for breakfast?"

"Sure!"

Wendy, with a coffee pot in her left hand and a surgical knife in her right, didn’t feel guilty about her harmful actions for even a moment, and immediately agreed to Li Mumu’s suggestion.

[Since her parents divorced, she had been living alone in this apartment, neither doing household chores nor cooking, with an introverted personality and antisocial tendencies.]

[Influenced by you, she became fascinated with Chinese cuisine, preferring to fast rather than go without it.]

[She had a strong palate, loving to eat rice porridge with raw and rolling seafood and steamed phoenix claws with black bean sauce.]

[The second turn to the left outside the door is Chen Fujis Teahouse, your favorite Cantonese restaurant.]

The two quickly got ready—mainly changing into two sets of clean clothes. Since their sizes were almost the same, they could share clothes, though Li Mumu was not a fan of Wendy’s fashion taste.

Although the overall look was a gothic theme with black and white lace and flounces, it gave off a vibe of a long-term psychiatric hospital resident when worn.

In more fashionable terms, it was very gloomy.

Of course, this might also have been related to the excessive exertion from the night before.

Even though the wounds were fake, forcibly performing an unfamiliar Spirit Possession Ceremony was a considerable strain on her.

The morning sun rising around five or six o’clock was somewhat blinding for college students who had spent the night at an Internet cafe.

Li Mumu and Wendy held hands, walking unsteadily down the street as if they had lost their souls.

[You gradually recalled the origin of last night’s horrifying drama.]

[Because you hadn’t shown any witch talents until you were 14, your mother had lost faith in both you and the education in Saifu. At that time, your father was about to be transferred to a branch office in Tianmen City, but the expression on his face when he mentioned it didn’t seem joyful. Thus, your mother decided to design another path for you—returning to the East to pursue Immortal Cultivation.]

[It didn’t matter much to you, but this departure meant that you would be separated from Wendy, possibly never to meet again in this lifetime.]

[You were her only friend, bestie, and pal.]

"Two plates of rice noodle rolls and a basket of char siu buns."

"Okay, pretty girl, would you like to try our fresh shrimp and crab congee?"

Li Mumu was about to say that she was allergic to seafood but then remembered—she had traveled to another world, what allergies could she possibly have now?

"Sure, I’ll have a serving! What else do you have?"

"Squid, white clams, oysters, scallops, grouper..."

"Add squid strips and scallops."

"Okay, pretty girl!"

The young shop assistant turned his head and shouted to the kitchen in a rapid-fire language that sounded like gibberish, but it was likely just the names of the dishes.

[Even though you’ve been eating breakfast here for two years, you still can’t understand their jargon.]

Li Mumu casually picked up a newspaper left by someone else on the table next to her, using it to shield herself from Wendy’s ghostly and icy gaze.

ce1370/4/25.

The date printed in the upper right corner of the newspaper was the year 1370 A.D.

Something about this world was very wrong.

In the year 1370 A.D., that famous egg-playing explorer hadn’t even been born yet.

Where did the Federal Government come from? And what about Safo City on the West Coast?

Not to mention the near-modern city in her memory, which already had railways, planes, telephones, and electric lights...

Judging from various details, the time period she was in should be at the end of the 19th century or the beginning of the 20th century, not the year 1370 A.D. as stated in history books.

The newspaper’s news featured personnel changes at the top echelons of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce on the front page, with former president Mr. Chu Changjiang announcing his candidacy for governor. On the back page was an odd murder that occurred in the local Chinese community.

A man surnamed Qian was hanged naked on a streetlamp post, with a cloth strip tied around his ankle that read, "Murder is repaid with murder, sins deserve their retribution."

It was said that the victim had always been charitable, actively donating to welfare institutions, and currently, the police had no concrete clues about the perpetrator.

You notice that this is a Chinese-language newspaper.

As a seasoned blogger who had once edited cultural research videos on the fifth generation of Western poker games, you keenly realize the abnormal expansion of local Chinese influence.

The history you were familiar with had changed.

Putting down the newspaper, Li Mumu faced Wendy’s icy scrutiny once again and said irritably, "Have you had your fill of looking? Can flowers grow on my face?"

"I am observing you."

Wendy stated bluntly, "It seems your memory might have some problems. I see clear foolishness in your eyes. If there’s anything you want to know, you can ask me directly."

You recall the causes and consequences of that Spirit Possession Ceremony.

Offering sacrifices to the Yellowstone Throne to summon the Holy Spirit. The gift had to be someone close to the spell caster, used as a vessel for the Holy Spirit’s arrival.

To test Abraham’s loyalty, the Holy Lord requested him to sacrifice his only son.

Abraham chose to obey, but as he raised the knife, an angel appeared, preventing the sacrifice in time, "Do not harm the boy. Now I know that you fear God."

The angel persuaded Abraham to use a lamb as a substitute for his son as the sacrifice.

Thus, Abraham lost the Holy Lord’s favor.

The Holy Lord rebuked the angel, "What wrong has the lamb done?"

The original intention of the Spirit Possession Ceremony was to trade the life of someone close to the caster for the Holy Spirit’s blessing power.

But you, you altered the ceremony, plotted to kill the innocent Holy Spirit, and devoured the remnants of its divinity.

Now, if nothing unexpected has occurred, you have become the new Holy Spirit.

Damn it all...

After gulping down two rice noodle rolls filled with egg, her carbohydrate levels replenished and her brain functioning once again, Li Mumu finally remembered what had happened last night.

You didn’t actually want to transfer schools and go to that ancient Eastern Empire mentioned in legends, where it was said that people still lived as they did thousands of years ago, using slash-and-burn farming. There, you couldn’t drink coffee or eat cake, and women were forced to marry unknown men by the Governmental Office as soon as they turned twelve.

The only way to refute the need for a transfer was to prove to your mother that you, like Wendy, could live independently. Even without witchcraft talents, you should at least possess enough power to protect yourself.

Wendy thought the Yellowstone Throne was a bad deal and suggested you seek its grace. You realized she had her own motives—she just wanted you to stay, regardless of whether you could bear the cost.

You had seen the chemicals and tools for making body specimens in her house.