171: Chapter 171: The Eye of Judgnt and the Threads of Fate 171: Chapter 171: The Eye of Judgnt and the Threads of Fate Wendy had a completely different immune physique from Li Mumu.
She was so immune that even stepping on a landmine wouldn’t set it off—a unique personal talent.
This made Li Mumu particularly envious.
She didn’t know what was wrong with herself now, seeming particularly sensitive, stepping on landmines wherever she went.
If things were as Wendy suggested, just lying down and giving up, would she be silently possessed, lose her self-awareness, and never have the chance to report to the Special Service Bureau even after the ship arrived at Tiann?
Li Mumu felt she couldn’t just sit and wait for death.
But the things she could do now were extrely limited.
On her mother, Li Ya’s side, she couldn’t disturb her until Wendy had obtained evidence.
As for her father, Li Mumu also didn’t think he, a re mortal, could be of any help.
The only viable target was the young man holding the notebook.
Wendy had checked his information the previous week, although his na was Arthur, he was Chinese just like her.
Killing him directly had a certain chance to trigger the “keyword” for crossing dinsions.
The only way was to try to steal the notebook from him.
Of course, having just one notebook was aningless.
Li Mumu, starting her second loop, wasn’t without gain.
The rciful Guiding Bodhisattva, generously bestowed benefits upon the players of the second round.
In the past, she could only rely on the amulet to ward off so toxins and curses, and in more complicated situations, like when she fell into the Outer Dinsion and rged with an Elental Body, this amulet seed sowhat inadequate.
After all, it was only worth five US dollars.
But after Ti-Space Retrospection, both her Red String and right eye had been greatly enhanced.
Her right eye could transform into the Judgnt Demon Eye, judging all non-human demons and expelling the sins within them.
If it was said that even humans were born with sin, then those monsters that violated natural laws were utterly unforgivable.
You can’t say that a baby under a month old has a heart full of sin, while those indescribable monsters that crawl out of sewers are pure and flawless.
Double standards are unacceptable.
Many Saifo people subconsciously think that, as a deity of the Chinese people, the Guiding Bodhisattva harbors malice towards white people, and even all non-Chinese people, which is actually a misunderstanding.
In fact, His doctrines are inclusive of diverse racial cultures but have a deep abhorrence for double standards.
The real crux of the issue is that most people with double standards don’t realize they have any degree of double standards at all.
The Guiding Bodhisattva never indulges these bad habits.
The Red String in Li Mumu’s hands was a divine artifact exclusive to the Guiding Bodhisattva.
This was not the sa as the Red String from the God of Matchmaking; its function more closely resembled that of the Underworld’s Book of Life and Death and Judge’s Pen.
The Red String influences karma; past actions, present consequences.
Buddhism emphasizes karma and retribution; the miseries of this life are due to the evils committed in a past life.
Cultivate good thoughts in this life, and you shall reap good results in the next.
It’s not that this theory is valueless, but it no longer applies to this rapidly developing era.
As a deity of the Overseas Netherworld that rose rapidly in recent decades, the Guiding Bodhisattva’s Red String directly links cause and effect.
Cause in this life, consequences in this life.
If you commit evil, you face imdiate retribution in this life, not needing to wait until after death or in your next life for settlent.
With society developing so quickly, everyone’s ntality is impatient; there’s no ti to ss around with what happens over three lifetis.
This skill is incredibly powerful; Li Mumu witnessed it firsthand, but she was just unsure if her own energy could inflict such damage.
She could find an opportunity to test it later.
So, what should be done now?
Li Mumu carefully considered that she needed to prepare a Plan B.
In case she failed to uncover the secrets of the Olympus and was killed in retaliation, there would still need to be a way for the Special Service Bureau to receive the intelligence.
The passengers on the ship were unreliable, except for Wendy– everyone else could be replaced.
But if it involved the cargo on the ship…
The Cosmos was a cruise ship.
Due to technological advancents in the future, cruise ships had essentially beco tourism ventures.
But in this era, “cruise ship” still carried the function of transporting passengers, goods, and mail as the na literally suggested.
Although both shores of the Pacific Ocean were now connected by telephone and telegraph, those weren’t things ordinary people could afford.
Normal postal correspondence was still essential.
I could write a letter and mail it to the Special Service Bureau…
no, I don’t know their address, but I could send it to the Nantong District Police Station.
They probably wouldn’t think to check the letters and parcels.
Li Mumu silently praised herself for her cleverness.
But this wasn’t completely safe either; a backup to the backup, Plan C, was still necessary.
Praying to the Bodhisattva was useful, but it wasn’t entirely reliable.
Last ti, Li Mumu had sought help from the Guiding Bodhisattva, but in this vast ocean, even the Bodhisattva had limitations.
She rembered sothing Sister Zuo Yan had once said—”The lady called to co and pick you up…”
That ant, as long as she found the right way to pray, she could directly contact Sister Zuo Yan through the Bodhisattva.
Li Mumu had only learned to write the true na of the Bodhisattva and to pray for the Bodhisattva’s protection in The Sutra of Guiding the Deceased to the Afterlife.
She didn’t know how to make that call, or if there was a word limit to it.
What if she ran out of breath before she could say everything, turning it into a big joke?
But it was worth a try!
No sooner had she thought of it than Li Mumu took out paper and a pen from her suitcase and began to write a letter.
This letter, over a thousand words long, detailed the entire situation, including so credible information.
For instance, that Sister Zuo Yan liked to eat raw beef liver and the fast-food restaurant outside the Special Service Bureau sold fried chicken and cola—she included all these details.
When Li Mumu looked up after finishing, it had already gotten dark.
Wendy hadn’t co back yet.
She was so hungry her stomach growled, and this ti it was for real.
After all, she was still truly in a mortal body.
After sealing the letter and carrying it with her, Li Mumu decided to first go out to deal with the hunger, then look for a place to store the letter.
However, just as she reached the door, there was a knock that sounded just in ti.
“Mumu?
Open the door!”
It was Li Ya’s voice outside.
The hairs on the back of Li Mumu’s neck stood on end.
How did she find her way here?
Hadn’t she been locked away with Mu Yuming the past few days?
With her hobody nature, how could she bear to leave the house?
Li Mumu’s hands and feet were icy cold, but she forced herself to stay calm and opened the door without betraying any emotion.
Li Ya stood outside the door, arms crossed, looking down at her with a lazy gaze.
“Let’s go have a al, I have sothing to tell you.”
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