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

89: Chapter 89: A Familiar Yet Strange Era 89: 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 oatal that looked a bit moldy.

It seed inedible.

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

[You rembered 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 mont, and imdiately agreed to Li Mumu’s suggestion.

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

[Influenced by you, she beca 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 stead 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 sa, they could share clothes, though Li Mumu was not a fan of Wendy’s fashion taste.

Although the overall look was a gothic the 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 sowhat 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 ti, your father was about to be transferred to a branch office in Tiann City, but the expression on his face when he ntioned 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 ant that you would be separated from Wendy, possibly never to et again in this lifeti.]

[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 rembered—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 nas 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 soone 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.

Sothing 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 Governnt co from?

And what about Safo City on the West Coast?

Not to ntion the near-modern city in her mory, which already had railways, planes, telephones, and electric lights…

Judging from various details, the ti 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 Comrce on the front page, with forr 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 surnad 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 gas, 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 mory might have so problems.

I see clear foolishness in your eyes.

If there’s anything you want to know, you can ask 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 soone 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 ti, “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 soone 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 beco 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 rembered what had happened last night.

You didn’t actually want to transfer schools and go to that ancient Eastern Empire ntioned 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 won were forced to marry unknown n by the Governntal 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 specins in her house.