Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 563 - 140: The Results of Different Cognitions

The truck jostled along the bumpy road, and the atmosphere inside the vehicle was heavy.

Youtiao bit into a radish he had brought with him and turned to ask Guozi, "What’s up with you today? Did you eat gunpowder?"

Guozi kept his head down and remained silent.

"I’m talking to you."

"I’m in a bad mood," he replied.

"Do you think you are the young master of the Shen Family? In a bad mood?"

Youtiao snorted coldly, "Since this morning, you’ve been arguing with Big Brother, and this is the third time. I’ve been keeping count. What, you trying to stand out?"

Guozi turned his head and said, "I wasn’t arguing!"

"I’m not arguing with you, just don’t forget what you originally said. You fought Big Brother in the ring and agreed whoever won would be in charge. The brothers all saw it."

Youtiao broke off a piece of radish and handed it to Wang Yunxiao, whispering, "Big Brother, is he contaminated?"

"He’s not contaminated; his perception is the problem."

Wang Yunxiao shook his head and said nothing more.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and among the Twelve Laws, there is no high or low, or difficulty level.

The cultivation of Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate, it appears easy at first, but advancing is difficult.

It’s like those novels and videos on the internet in later times. You watch others succeed easily, but when you try it yourself, you can’t achieve anything.

As a reader, you almost want to capture the authors and throw them in jail, forcing them to update with a whip. When you write your own novel, you sit in front of the computer, daydreaming for two hours, unable to squeeze out a single word.

The Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate requires complete trust in your comrades and absolute obedience to orders to leverage the collective strength. It sounds simple, but over time various problems arise.

For example, Dumpling, whose will is not strong enough to resist the Echo Erosion from the Outer Dimension, easily falls into Phantom Realms and becomes a burden to his brothers. Therefore, he can only work behind the lines now, specifically handling logistics.

Wang Yunxiao had the same issue; his personal strength grew too fast. Sometimes he could solve problems on his own without teamwork, which naturally led to a shift in his thoughts. Now, the progress of Heretical Path cultivation far exceeds that of the Righteous Path. If he wanted, he could find a suitable opportunity to advance to the Iron Sparrowhawk of the Heretical Path.

Now it was Guozi’s turn to have issues, which Wang Yunxiao saw as both understandable and unexpected.

He originally thought someone like Guozi, who has a simple-minded single-thread mental process, would be the least likely to cause trouble. But being simple-minded has its downsides: once he decides on something, nothing can pull him back.

Guozi’s thinking was straightforward: fighting, thrilling! Chopping people, thrilling! If they resist, damn them, keep going till they submit.

However, the work of the Special Service Section nowadays was not as simple as rushing at enemies and chopping them down.

Sometimes, you might not even be able to find where the enemy is.

This investigation into the Shen Family, with psychological warfare and meticulous planning from top to bottom, was so complex that even Wang Yunxiao, who was directly involved, found it hard to grasp fully, let alone Guozi.

Guozi’s thoughts were simple—what the hell are you guys doing? I don’t understand! Who are we supposed to slash?

When Wang Yunxiao didn’t understand, he could solve it straightforwardly with his fists. But his fists weren’t hard enough to solve this problem.

That inevitably led to confusion and anger.

So, they said...

"Let’s make some mutton stew tonight."

When faced with such trouble, if you don’t have professional psychological counseling skills, then the Special Service Bureau’s secret recipe for braised mutton in a can can also solve the issue.

Wang Yunxiao turned his head and said loudly to the other side, "Captain Yan, mutton for dinner..."

Boom—!

Before he could finish speaking, the truck beneath him soared into the air.

A ball of flame erupted from the road the truck had just traveled, and the tremendous impact hurled the ten-ton truck into the air on the spot.

No one had anticipated such an event.

Even with Wang Yunxiao’s keen perception, he hadn’t detected any signs.

Perhaps, the fatigue from the back-and-forth travel that day had inevitably led to some slackness in his mentality.

But now, thinking about these things was meaningless.

"Ambush—!"

Wang Yunxiao shouted loudly, his hand reaching back to catch a piece of metal aiming for Matuan’s eyes.

That piece, originally a side cover of the truck, carved a deep wound in his palm with its sharp edge, with blood flowing ceaselessly.

The truck was still rolling, and caught off guard, no one could maintain their balance.

The next moment, the entire truck vanished into thin air, turning into a piece of paper that slowly drifted down, dropping the people on it straight to the ground.

More precisely, they rolled into a ditch.

Yet the crisis had not passed, as sharp, jagged rocks on the ground acted like natural traps, wounding half of the troops all over in an instant.

The air was filled with a burning smell and the stench of sulfur.

Wang Yunxiao knelt on one knee to support himself up; focusing his eyes, he saw surrounding him were bizarre rocks, and in the distance, what undulated was not the sea, but red molten lava flows.

"Hell Rift! Throne Knight!"

The experienced Yan Yu’an immediately recognized the situation and provided Wang Yunxiao with the clearest information in the briefest words.

Unfortunately, Wang Yunxiao looked clueless.

What was a Throne Knight again?

It seemed Teacher Liu had mentioned it, but he had forgotten all about it.

Of course, he could still understand it in his own way—whatever the thing was, it must be the Shen Family’s last trump card!

The logic was simple since money couldn’t buy them off, then hiring someone to commit murder was the next step, taking Wang Yunxiao and the leading troublemakers to an isolated place to be dealt with, ensuring no one else would meddle.

Now the opponents were clearly prepared; after this explosion, his three teams had fallen into the Hell Dimension, and this was undoubtedly the opponent’s home ground.

Following Yan Yu’an’s gaze, Wang Yunxiao looked ahead and saw at the dark horizon a giant, indistinct in feature, sitting on a throne made of piled skulls, hands interlocked and silently staring at him.

This was obviously the final boss, and the appetizer had already arrived.

Taking advantage of the Garrison Soldiers’ confusion before they could form a formation, the sound of something with four feet running came from the darkness.

It was the Hell Blood Wolves, twisted beasts made from flayed human skin, running from all directions, swiftly encircling them.

We are ambushed!

What about the Special Service Bureau headquarters?

Wang Yunxiao’s first thought was for Teacher Liu’s safety.