Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 90: The Gracious Invitation of Yellowstone Throne

Wendy only wanted to be the wife of a county mayor...no, she just wanted her only friend to stay in Saifu, dead or alive.

And Li Mumu had actually agreed to this crazy plan before she passed away.

[If you’re not family, you don’t enter the same house.]

No, I’m not that kind of person!

Li Mumu warned herself in her heart.

The old Li Mumu might have been a bit crazy, a bit demented.

But the current me is no longer the old me.

I am a law-abiding good woman!

The seafood porridge was simply too delicious, especially for someone who particularly loves seafood but is allergic to it; it was just a supreme delicacy.

It was actually real "seafood!"

Li Mumu chewed the tender and smooth scallops, feeling a myriad of emotions inside.

In the era before she transmigrated, due to well-known reasons, the seafood from the sea was basically inedible.

Although the country had planned ahead and built inland aquaculture bases, the production was far from enough to supply the domestic market, and most importantly, it lacked that particular taste from the sea.

What grows in Huai North turns sour in taste.

The taste gap between Jin State’s local Auron and the real Auron is as obvious as between a frozen lobster tail and freshly stir-fried baby lobsters.

Even if it was just for a taste of this clean seafood, Transmigrating to this era was worth the ticket price.

The sweet shrimp mixed with white porridge lightened Li Mumu’s mood slightly.

"Wendy, have you ever considered, walking with me to visit my homeland?"

The girl, who was slurping the porridge, froze and set down her bowl to stare at Li Mumu.

Her previous incarnation, as a third-generation migrant, had no memories of her homeland, and being young, naturally developed a resistance.

But Li Mumu’s mindset was completely different.

Don’t stop me, I want to go back and help build my motherland!

The only problem now was determining the exact timing.

"I remember you said that your homeland is overrun with primitive savages..."

"I also remember you saying that you can no longer endure the numbness and boredom of this city. Since your mother doesn’t have time to bother with you anyway, why not take a trip with me? Wouldn’t it be nice to change the scenery and relax?"

Li Mumu, with her persuasive eloquence, started to make Wendy hesitate.

The city indeed had nothing left for her to cling onto, the dull campus, the dull streets, the dull world. Everyone rushed around, indifferent. Every day was a carbon copy of yesterday, without any change.

This place was awful.

But heading out on a long trip posed a significant challenge for someone with no life skills.

"Will you wash my socks and underwear for me?"

"How can you have the nerve to say such things?"

Li Mumu almost fainted from the stupidity of this woman: "If it’s dirty, you can choose not to wear them!"

"Makes sense."

Surprisingly, she actually took a moment to consider seriously and even nodded her agreement.

"But maybe you can’t leave this time?"

Wendy came to her senses and kindly reminded her, "You’ve already received the invitation, and you might be going to Yellowstone."

The mention of this made Li Mumu feel terrible all over again.

[You slowly recall that the Yellowstone Throne is not a good place at all, it’s the Earthly Palace of Holy Lord Satan. If it wasn’t absolutely necessary, you wouldn’t want to accept favors from Hell.]

Holy Lord Satan...

Well, there was a problem.

Li Mumu rubbed her forehead and sighed.

In her memories before transmigration, the place wasn’t called the Yellowstone Throne, but was supposed to be called "Palace of Ten Thousand Demons."

Uncle Egg, when did you start being on the right side of things?

[You began to realize that all the previous feelings of inconsistency now had a reasonable explanation.]

[If Satan calls himself Holy Lord, then where is God?]

[Maybe it’s not the time that is wrong, but the calendar?]

[The Western calendar is based on the birth of Jesus as the first year.]

[In other words, perhaps in the history of this world, Jesus was born several hundred years later?]

[That sounds absurd, but you need to find more evidence to confirm your guess.]

[But that’s not a priority right now.]

[You still have to go to St. Briel Church to meet with the priest after eight o’clock.]

"We should go."

Li Mumu awkwardly opened her wallet, and she instinctively wanted to ask the shop assistant where the QR code for payment was, but luckily, she remembered in time that she had to use cash to pay now.

The slightly thin bundle of bills in her wallet made her feel a little guilty.

Fifty-five dollars—as pocket money, it was more than sufficient for an underage girl.

But for a transmigrator, it seemed hardly enough.

Need to find a way to make some Gold Coins explode out of someone...

A huge shadow overhead blocked the sunlight, and the roaring of an engine caused the tea in the cups on the table to ripple.

Li Mumu looked up to see a giant airship, over a hundred meters long, sweeping across the neighborhood, slowly descending.

At eight in the morning, the flow of people on the street began to thicken.

Accompanied by a distant heavy mechanical roar, the fresh morning air was gradually covered by the pungent odor of chemicals.

This world was both familiar and strange to Li Mumu.

[You feel like you have lost something, but you can’t find any trace of it in your memory.]

[Memories may not be reliable.]

St. Briel Church stood proudly right in the center of the downtown main road.

The inverted cross on the spire of the church did not surprise passersby, as if it was meant to be there.

Li Mumu squinted her eyes for a closer look, and realized it was not a real cross but a huge cross-shaped sword with its blade pointing upwards.

The human-shaped skull statues on the eaves around the church looked lifelike, filled with a solemn and stately aura.

[You gradually remember that in this world, angels and demons coexist on earth, and Satan, who calls himself the Holy Lord, can also openly spread his faith.]

[The place seems familiar to you.]

"Have we been here before?"

She turned her head and asked Wendy, not surprisingly receiving a negative answer.

"We never go into churches."

[Your mothers are all witches, and witches inherently conflict with the church.]

[But this shouldn’t be your first time in a church, you seem to have a faint impression of this church from your childhood memories.]

[You see the church engulfed in flames.]

Li Mumu blinked unconsciously, and the vision in front of her disappeared.

"Ladies, Father Lyon is waiting for you inside. Please come with me."

They had only stopped at the church entrance for a moment, not yet resolved to visit, when a novice priest came out quickly, inviting them in with a tone both humble and respectful.

The way he behaved, fearful yet eager, was as if he had seen a ghost.