546: Chapter 123 Another Story from Last Night 546: Chapter 123 Another Story from Last Night Morality is a beautiful quality.
It’s also an invisible chain.
In the era before Li Mumu transmigrated, everyone regarded morality as sothing as natural and essential as air.
But in this era, morality was an extrely rare and noble quality.
Fusang warriors could recklessly invade hos and harm the common people without any psychological burden.
Clearly, such tis did not provide the soil for morality to thrive.
The Guiding Bodhisattva governed karma.
Don’t say that you and I have no grievances; for the wicked to commit evil deeds without retribution is blasphemy to the authority of the Guiding Bodhisattva.
Evil must be eradicated!
Li Mumu dragged the red string with her ten fingers, hanging severed heads from the ceiling.
This was a sacrificial ritual that had to be carried out by the disciples of the Guiding Bodhisattva when exterminating demons.
The heads dangling from the sky symbolized the judging of sins.
Heads blooming among the flowers signified the demonstration of authority.
The person before her was so scared that they were leaking urine and bowing desperately before Li Mumu, blurting out unimportant phrases like “I have an elderly mother to care for.”
Li Mumu raised her hand to hold his head, whispering softly into his ear, “Do you know how many ways there are in this world to make life worse than death?”
Indeed, the man before her bore no karma; he was just an ordinary office worker, earning a ager salary from nine to five, nothing criminal nor particularly moral.
But he should not have gotten involved with these people.
When Li Mumu followed the trail of karma to this place, she saw Fusang warriors gorging themselves voraciously.
This was a large warehouse in the coastal dock storage area, marked with the na of Yamazaki Pharmaceuticals, and indeed stocked with dicine transported from Fusang,
But underneath, a completely different scene unfolded.
It was simply hell, even more so than Hell itself.
Butchers wearing aprons and masks were bustling about the worktables.
(Content censored and deleted here, totaling 300 characters, which details the underground at processing, the Human Skin Painter’s cultivation process, and the Fusang warriors’ approval of sashimi, please imagine these details yourself)
Li Mumu, hidden in the shadows, watched for a mont before determining that these people were beyond saving—not just the butchers and the warriors, but also the victims who seed to be under the control of spells or drugs.
The seemingly confused victims had their souls extracted before being dismbered, leaving behind nothing but walking corpses at the rcy of the butchers’ whims.
Countless red strings silently descended from above, and the warriors, engrossed in their al, were completely unaware of the red strings’ approach,
“Enemies!
It’s the das from the Red Lantern Society!”
Just as Li Mumu tugged gently on the Red String, attempting to strangle the samurai, soone detected the anomaly and shouted a warning.
The butchers who were busy collecting human skins turned their heads and looked towards the place where Li Mumu was hiding, as if by agreent.
So you’re looking, so what?
Am I afraid of you looking?
All three of Li Mumu’s eyes on her face opened at once, and her four arms extended from behind her back.
Her blood-red robe rippled with waves, and she slowly erged from the darkness.
At that mont, it felt as though thousands of needles were piercing her body, fiercely tearing at her skin and flesh.
Under the unbearable pain, Li Mumu couldn’t help but cry out.
This wasn’t rely a morgue for dissecting corpses; the other party had mastered sorcery that could harm her!
So, I’m playing with strings while you play with needles, huh?
Fine, fine, fine!
Li Mumu withdrew the Blood River Map with her hand and flicked it lightly forward.
The scene instantly turned topsy-turvy, as countless pieces of flesh and bones scattered and splattered.
Seizing the opportunity while the enemy dodged, she lifted a kerosene lamp towards herself.
Under the light, she saw countless slender hairs twisting from all directions, deeply piercing into her body.
This thing…
why does it look so much like the Red String Divine Art that I use?
Although the materials were different, the effects were strikingly similar.
The samurai, no matter how they struggled, could not rid themselves of the entwining Red String.
So clever ones used a knife to cut the strings, but even more Red Strings wrapped around from the side, overwhelming them.
Li Mumu faced a similarly awkward situation.
As a demon imbued with evil spirits herself, naturally, she didn’t prepare weapons specifically to counter evil techniques and curses.
The surgical knife in her hand could cut those hairs, but being too short, her defense seed awkward against their coordinated attack.
Even if the hairs were cut, those that had penetrated her skin still responded to the enemy’s manipulation, as if they were endowed with life, tearing at her flesh from the inside.
The intense pain nearly drove her mad.
Li Mumu quickly realized that it wasn’t her fault but that the enemy had rich experience in countering disciples of the Guiding Bodhisattva.
She had always relied on the protection of the Red String, thinking she was invincible.
It was only when she encountered the counterfeit goods that she realized how disgusting these tricks were, and she had made no preparation in advance.
Who could have seen this coming?
Should we really compete in a test of will, to see who gets strangled first?
Li Mumu felt this was unwise.
She wasn’t one of those garrison soldiers, trained by the Special Service Bureau, who were rough-skinned and thick-fleshed enough to ignore sorcery and curses.
What’s my status, and what’s yours, why should I exchange blood with you?
So she needed to think of another way.
Getting closer to kill the butchers casting sorcery was easy, but first, she had to solve the curse within her own body.
With a thought, Li Mumu retracted thousands of Red Strings under her skirt, while simultaneously unfolding the Blood River Map to envelop herself.
The surviving Fusang warriors scread “Divine Witch” as they struggled to their feet, trying to escape.
anwhile, the butchers looked at each other, wondering how to deal with the situation since this was clearly sorcery of the Red Lantern Society.
Killing a disciple of the Red Lantern Society wasn’t difficult, but the problem was how to evade the non-stop vendetta of the Red Lantern Society’s won.
The Holy Mother of Red Lotus had a notorious reputation; who in the Jianghu World wouldn’t tremble at the ntion of her na?
Suddenly, one of the butchers removed her mask and hat, revealing the delicate yet stern face of a young girl, who solemnly said, “This is the Sect-Suppressing Treasure, the Forgetful River Blood River Map, of the Red Lantern Society.
Those Fusang people have been sloppy, allowing the core disciple of the Red Lantern Society to trace it here.
This will not end well.
Everyone, join in setting up the White Bone Spirit Summoning Great Formation.
We will trap and kill her here and then plan our next move.”
The butchers nodded one after another, “Miss Third is right!
Heaven has a road, yet she didn’t take it; Hell has no gate, yet she barged in!
Today, we must take her beauty skin as a birthday celebration for Miss Third!”
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