99: Chapter 99 (Getting Ready to Launch) Every Family Has Its Own Hardships 99: 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 mont 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 beca even more resentful.
[You start to recollect that to enter the Outer Dinsion, three specific conditions must be t.]
[First, the night of a full moon, as well as the two days before and after, are suitable tis.]
[Second, you need a clue, or rather a key, to make a connection with the Outer Dinsion.]
[Third, you possess a sufficiently strong mind to remain lucid in dreams.]
What key do I have?
Li Mumu thought carefully and said with so uncertainty, “Is it because I was preparing for a journey that I could see that ship?”
Wendy imdiately 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 rembered 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 an 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.
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 so artistic embellishnt 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 sa 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 extre 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 Dinsion on their own.
Maybe they found so 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 ntally 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 ho 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 ho 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 experints on liver papers, and face all sorts of indescribable dangers.
The Wendy household was as dirty and ssy 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 seed 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 lissa Freud both insisted that their daughters take their surnas, even if they didn’t have the talent to beco 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 surna; changing surnas is quite common, and taking the mother’s surna is not a problem.
But the Freud surna, 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 ichuan 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 soone who’s ntally 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, lissa abandoned her daughter in Safo and continued to run away on her own.
What followed was a kidnapping and subsequently eting 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 moir 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 holand and practice Immortal Cultivation?
As Li Mumu held Wendy, her mind was filled with myriad thoughts.
Even though the historical tiline had changed significantly, as a transmigrator, she undoubtedly understood the dostic 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 ho, was no better than that of a native Saifu resident.
This was evident from the so-called “Chinese food” she preferred.
In the holand, 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 na.
But the traditional sense of Immortals had been extinct since before the twentieth century.
What we’ve always relied upon is…
Her mory cut off abruptly there.
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