Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 99 (Getting Ready to Launch) Every Family Has Its Own Hardships

The sudden sensation of weightlessness almost made Li Mumu fall off her chair.

Instinctively, she reached out to grab the table, steadied herself, and as she looked up, she saw Wendy’s resentful gaze.

"I accompany you in the middle of the night to look up information, and you sneak out to have fun the moment I’m not paying attention?"

Ma’am, I didn’t want to...

Li Mumu let out a long sigh, first checked her body, and finding no extra limbs, her emotions finally stabilized. She then explained everything she had just experienced to Wendy.

"A new world? We’re together every day, why do you have the key and I don’t?"

Wendy’s eyes became even more resentful.

[You start to recollect that to enter the Outer Dimension, three specific conditions must be met.]

[First, the night of a full moon, as well as the two days before and after, are suitable times.]

[Second, you need a clue, or rather a key, to make a connection with the Outer Dimension.]

[Third, you possess a sufficiently strong mind to remain lucid in dreams.]

What key do I have?

Li Mumu thought carefully and said with some uncertainty, "Is it because I was preparing for a journey that I could see that ship?"

Wendy immediately dismissed her guess: "I also know you’re going back to your country, that doesn’t count!"

Li Mumu looked at the newspaper on the table and suddenly had a thought.

She remembered a clue she had noticed that Wendy hadn’t.

"This morning at breakfast, I saw a newspaper in the teahouse that reported on a bizarre murder case."

Li Mumu shared her speculation with Wendy.

Murder cases in Safo City aren’t exactly news, and being tied to a post isn’t considered very bizarre. The main reason this particular case was reported was because of the note stuck to the body of the Chinese man, which read, "Murder for murder, retribution deserved."

If it’s murder for murder, does that mean this person had killed before? Who did he kill?

The police investigated but found the man was a local-born second-generation Chinese, with a happy family and thriving business, known for his kindness to others and without any known personal grudges. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The journalists weren’t too interested in the dead man, but rather in a death that the police couldn’t solve.

It was clear from the back story that there must be a complicated and interesting tale of grudges and twists.

Even if there wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter, as they could always do some artistic embellishment based on the facts.

"Are you saying that the news you saw and the execution-style murder you encountered tonight could have been done by the same people?"

The word "execution" made Wendy’s eyes shine.

"Dressed in white clothes, showing their tails while hiding their heads, and holding the Bible, pretending to be devout; could it be those extreme racists?"

After thinking it over, she shook her head and said, "Those idiots couldn’t possibly have the ability to carve out a new Outer Dimension on their own. Maybe they found some kind of Divine Artifact or Holy Object. Shall we go and snatch it?"

Li Mumu was sorely tempted.

It sounded quite fun.

But out of ladylike reserve, she demurred, "We have no enmity with them..."

Wendy, easily persuaded, nodded at once: "Then we’ll try not to take any lives. I’ll go ask around, and we can pull off this last job before you leave."

Listen to those bloodthirsty words!

In the middle of the night, encountering such an event left Li Mumu feeling both mentally and physically exhausted. She gave up on her plan to stay up and study through the night, folded the newspaper she hadn’t finished reading, packed it up, and prepared to go home to catch up on sleep.

She had still slept at the Wendy’s that evening, and this body’s experiences told Li Mumu that she should either return home before sunset or wait until after the sun rose to go back. Returning in the middle of the night was likely to disturb the Witch, who was conducting experiments on liver papers, and face all sorts of indescribable dangers.

The Wendy household was as dirty and messy as ever, with thick dust covering everywhere except her own bedroom and the hallway. And this was after Li Mumu had helped clean up the place.

She really didn’t know how she would manage to live on her own once she left.

Li Mumu reflected on the reasons behind her parents’ divorce, and it seemed to be because her mother had gone mad.

It’s true what they say, all Witches are crazy; it’s just a matter of how much.

Li Ya and Melissa Freud both insisted that their daughters take their surnames, even if they didn’t have the talent to become Witches.

Even by the generally declining moral and ethical standards of the Western mystic circles, it was a bit too much.

It’s not that she couldn’t change her surname; changing surnames is quite common, and taking the mother’s surname is not a problem.

But the Freud surname, compared to the Wendy father’s family, was a bit shabby.

Going out and introducing them as, "This is my eldest son Xuanyuan Qingyu, this is my second son Xuanyuan Jianxin, and this is my daughter Meichuan Kuchazi..."

Does that make any sense?

Wendy’s father tried to explain this to her mother with endless patience.

But the two well-known facts are, never reason with a woman, and never argue with someone who’s mentally ill.

Her mother took her and fled on a train overnight.

After coming to Safo City, because of Wendy’s bad character — which was not necessarily connected to her unhappy childhood as she had always been like this, simply due to maternal inheritance.

The already strained mother-daughter relationship quickly fell apart.

When she was not yet four years old, Melissa abandoned her daughter in Safo and continued to run away on her own.

What followed was a kidnapping and subsequently meeting Li Mumu.

"Starting with My Mother Flying to Heaven and Being Saved by an Eastern Beauty as a Living Sacrifice"

If Wendy were to write a memoir of her childhood, it would probably have a title like that.

That night Li Mumu did not sleep well, because Wendy had buried her head in her chest and curled up into a ball like an abandoned young animal.

And indeed it was so.

This was the last warm haven she could rely on.

So where will my future lead? Can I really go back to my homeland and practice Immortal Cultivation?

As Li Mumu held Wendy, her mind was filled with myriad thoughts.

Even though the historical timeline had changed significantly, as a transmigrator, she undoubtedly understood the domestic situation of this era far better than Li Ya, who was a second-generation Chinese immigrant.

Li Ya’s understanding of the Far East, her ancestral home, was no better than that of a native Saifu resident. This was evident from the so-called "Chinese food" she preferred.

In the homeland, there really were no Immortals.

It wasn’t that there were no powerful people; the Special Affairs Bureau was full of talent, and she couldn’t count on her ten fingers alone the number of profound Immortals she knew of by name.

But the traditional sense of Immortals had been extinct since before the twentieth century.

What we’ve always relied upon is...

Her memory cut off abruptly there.