Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1263 - 43: No Survivors Beneath the Bodhisattva’s Blade
The conclusion Li Mumu personally makes about danger isn’t applicable to normal people.
Places where she can wander freely don’t mean others can do the same.
"Then I... I want to protect Senior Sister!"
Little Die summoned up courage and said loudly.
"Haha!"
Li Mumu was amused.
"There’s no need for that."
"There is a need."
Little Die’s expression was very serious: "I can feel some connection with what’s inside, so I can protect Senior Sister!"
A connection with you?
Li Mumu was deep in thought.
Speaking of connections, there definitely is one, as the Red String on Little Die was tied by three Senior Sisters.
The reason why she can still maintain her human cognition and hasn’t fallen into a mindless killing spree as a ghoul is greatly due to the three Senior Sisters suppressing the Demon Nature within her.
It’s also because of the power of this Red String that she feels very close to Li Mumu.
But Li Mumu thought this matter wasn’t that simple.
As they walked into the mansion, Li Mumu looked up and saw the gargoyle squatting on the eaves.
She had seen many of these when she wandered with Wendy on the streets of Cypher in childhood.
Vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies. Vampires excel at using Magic but can’t match werewolves physically, so they researched gargoyle Magic Puppets.
Normally squatting on walls pretending to be statues, they can turn into powerful, impervious-to-swords-and-spear monsters once activated, also capable of flying.
The common gargoyle is mostly burly with a ferocious face and fangs, resembling the Yaksha in Eastern myth.
The gargoyles in Victoria Mansion, however, differ from those outside; each is covering its face, as if weeping.
We’re unsure of this style and wouldn’t dare ask.
As Li Mumu stepped past the first gargoyle underfoot, it suddenly asked, "Do you think you’re a good person?"
Huh?
Li Mumu was stunned.
Aren’t you even aware of which side you’re on? Coming right out to ask such presumptuous questions?
Heck, you’re a stone creature guarding the door of a vampire lair, asking me if I’m a good person?
"When you kill, have you considered whether your hands are stained with innocent blood?"
Li Mumu looked around.
Isn’t this Victoria Mansion, not the Vatican’s St. Paul’s Cathedral?
Why are you morally coercing me here?
"When you have the ability to save but don’t reach out to help, have you ever felt a hint of guilt?"
Noticing Li Mumu’s lack of reactions, the gargoyle’s questions became increasingly pointed.
"Clearly could have done better but chose to watch indifferently, ultimately leading to disaster. Have you ever regretted?"
"Do you really think you are righteous?"
"Even for a moment, do you ever feel disgusted with yourself?"
What the heck nonsense are you still babbling?
Li Mumu took a deep breath and stepped forward.
One cannot reason with madness.
Little Die stumbled along behind her, her facial expressions constantly changing, seemingly fed a lot of jumbled ideas.
If it were before, Li Mumu would have smashed that gargoyle’s head.
But doing so has no meaning.
It’s not that the gargoyle suddenly awakened and understood some sort of life philosophy.
It’s just the power hidden deep within the mansion leaking out, producing anomalies.
The corridor was dark and filled with the scent of bloody revenge, every gargoyle, every decorative armor by the wall, even the walls themselves, seemed graced by divine favor, transformed into life mentors endlessly talking in Li Mumu’s ears.
"Don’t you feel redundant living in this world?"
"You have no place here, living is just wasting resources."
"Those people worship you; what have you done for them?"
"Those people follow you; what have you done for them?"
"You’re not even human, just a monster pretending to be one."
"You’re cold-blooded, cruel, bloodthirsty, and no matter how exquisite the exterior is, it can’t cover up the decay and filth inside..."
Her fists hardened.
Li Mumu silently clenched her fists.
She and Little Die faced the swarm of voices like flies as they traversed corridor after corridor, ultimately reaching the depths below the mansion.
Here lies a blood pool with a diameter exceeding ten meters, filled with viscous blood.
In the center of the blood pool rests a lavishly decorated stone coffin, surrounded by an intricately and brilliantly drawn Magic Array, with four massive yet rudimentary stone pillars supporting the ceiling around it.
Below three of the stone pillars, a pale-faced red-robed woman sits.
Just as Li Mumu walked closer in an instant, the three women simultaneously opened their eyes, their cold gazes fixed on her.
"Which junior sister might you be?"
"You’ve come at just the right time!"
"Please lend us a hand!"
Li Mumu glanced at that barren stone pillar in the distance.
It seemed simple enough that, to subdue this Demon Head, at least four Red-Robed Elders were needed to combine their efforts, but they only had three, thus unable to complete the seal, hence the stalemate here.
Add herself in, and they would just have four.
This is an arithmetic problem akin to what kindergarten children can solve.
Therefore, naturally...
Moha Jiedi Bodhisattva who Guides the Dead of the Three Thousand Worlds!
Mom—!
Li Mumu thought for only a second before raising her hand for a super summoning spell.
Who wants to play 3+1 with you?
Do you think I’m stupid?
You just whispered in my ear for so long, trying to wear down my reason, weren’t you?
Unfortunately, with me as a transmigrator, I don’t buy into others’ schemes, be it in past or present lives.
Who wants to play personal heroism with you?
As soon as her true name was chanted, a rift quietly opened in the void.
In a trance, Li Mumu felt as if she had returned to Ms. Bai Zhi’s house, obediently sitting at the dining table in the living room, watching Ms. Bai Zhi wearing an apron, chopping vegetables on the cutting board.
She could even smell the aroma of the food.
Tonight’s dinner is borscht.
Ms. Bai Zhi smiled, nodded towards Li Mumu, picked up the knife just used to cut carrots, and chopped it forcefully onto the cutting board.
One slash shattered the void!
The entire Victoria Mansion was split in two by a terrifying force; the soft kitchen lighting transformed into scorching sunlight shooting underground, reflecting in the blood pool, and the surging blood instantly boiled and evaporated.
A shrill scream emitted from the stone coffin, while the surrounding four stone pillars simultaneously shattered, and the three red-robed women’s figures vanished within the blade’s light.
"Anhelica—!"
Amidst a furious yell, the stone coffin was flung open from inside, and a handsome man with white hair sat up, stretching out his hands towards the sky.
"You’ve ruined my plans again!"
In the void, Ms. Bai Zhi took the knife and gently swiped it across her finger.
Blood flashed briefly.
The same line of blood swept above the white-haired man’s head, peeling off all the flesh from his body, leaving only a transparent glass skeleton.
"Why don’t you take a look in the mirror?"
Upon hearing Ms. Bai Zhi’s nonchalant voice, the enraged transparent glass skeleton suddenly fell into a daze, staring blankly at his hands before him.
"What is this..."
"Who am I?"
Even a fool could see this was clearly not what a vampire should possess.
Then what exactly am I?
He was suddenly plunged into a deep self-doubt.
I am...
I am...
Crystal-like liquid flowed from the skull’s eye sockets, and the memories belonging to "Mason von Kuldra" quietly shattered like an illusory dream.
Mason had long since died.
In the territory of the Far East Empire, where numerous Ancient Gods and Divine Demons, Great Monarchs of Hell were exiled, how could a mere Blood Clan Prince have the privilege of resurrection?
But this story was rewritten.
Some invisible force distorted reality, crafting the legend of the Blood Clan Prince’s false death and slumber.
Aaahhh—!
The glass skeleton cried out as it knelt on the ground, countless bats spewing forth like a tide from beneath him, obscuring the dazzling sun and forming a bizarre black mist in mid-air.
"My master! Save me!"
His agonizing cries broke through the dimensional barrier, echoing upon the river of time.
Within these gut-wrenching cries, a trace of yellow robes traversed countless dimensions, quietly descending upon the world.
