Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 564 - 141 I Have a Good Proposal

Were all the people of the Ma Family fake?

Hiding in the shadows and watching the commotion, Li Mumu could hardly believe her eyes.

She had met people from the Ma Family before and was very familiar with the aura they carried, as well as the Mountain-Moving Technique they executed, which was clearly a secret skill passed down within their own family.

However, facts spoke louder than words.

Watching those people from the Ma Family stand up one by one, growing curved horns on their heads and unfolding pairs of bat wings behind them, Li Mumu was completely shocked.

Isn’t this... playing too dirty?

First, using ordinary followers of the Pure Land Sect to deplete the Special Service Bureau’s firepower, then inviting a monk to duel with Huo Qingyang, and somehow diverting a wave of the Bureau’s forces back to the city.

And now you’re telling me that the people of the Ma Family I finally managed to save were actually demons in disguise? Wanting to take advantage of the situation to devour the forces the Special Service Bureau left at the scene?

Fuck, my good intentions have been mistaken for something insidious!

Li Mumu felt she already had no limits, but she didn’t expect to meet masters of deceit here tonight.

If the operatives from the Special Service Bureau get killed here tonight, I’d be unable to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River.

The enemies won’t discuss morals with you; when they could choose not to be human, they definitely won’t act human.

Just as Li Mumu clenched her teeth preparing to bail, the leader of the demons suddenly started to talk.

Yay! It’s the villain’s monologue time!

"Let’s make a deal,"

The woman holding a child spread her bat wings and flew up into the air, her voice low and husky.

"Demons from Hell are endless, while your Special Service Bureau’s forces are stretched thin. Engaging in battle here offers no benefits to you. You are the newly appointed Chief of Intelligence, not the action team leader, and I hope to continue our tradition of limited cooperation between each other."

"But I don’t think you have any value worth cooperating for, Tartalos."

Even with limited forces at hand, Liu Zhihan didn’t show any panic during the exchange, maintaining a calm tone.

"If you want cooperation, have Mephisto come talk to us directly."

"Hmm, so there is room for cooperation, it’s just that you think I lack the chips to negotiate?"

Tartalos’s face revealed a cunning smile.

"I can give you evidence of the Shen Family dealing with demons, and in exchange, I want to know who leaked my plans."

"What plans?"

"At this point, there’s no need to keep pretending to be dumb, right?"

Tartalos smiled: "In Ming Country, there’s an old saying, ’Turn hostility into valuable peace; isn’t it good to take what we each need?’"

"Not good."

Liu Zhihan shook her head: "You’re so cultured; you should also be aware of another saying, ’Under the heavens, all lands belong to the emperor; by the shores of the earth, all are subjects under the emperor.’ This is Tianmen; you can only take what we give you. What we don’t wish to give, you have no right to demand."

"So there’s nothing to talk about?"

"It’s not that there’s nothing to discuss. Shen Jiasheng is a person of Ming Country, and in death, he remains a ghost of Ming Country. It’s not your place to dictate their fate. If you want to cooperate, you need to show more sincerity,"

Tartalos pondered for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "I think I know what you want. After your people thwarted both the Lilith Project and the Moses Project, only the last plan remains. You have yet to obtain any intelligence on it, right?"

"What plan?"

Liu Zhihan’s expression remained unreadable, but Tartalos had gotten the information he desired.

"Florence, it’s him, right? Not only is his mind lacking, but he’s also petty. After his responsibility for the Lilith Project failed, he feared punishment from Lord Mephisto, so he thought about dragging me down with him. I should have known it was him; who else could it be?"

"But I’m different, you should not fantasize about getting any clues from me."

Streaks of blood emerged on Tartalos’s face, as he stood high in the air, looking down at the Special Service Bureau’s garrison soldiers, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, "Since you disagree with my proposal, let’s change the subject. I’ve heard that the warriors trained by your Special Service Bureau are like puppets, stripped of all emotions inherent to humans, even unable to think properly?"

Liu Zhihan lifted two fingers and lightly drew in front of her, as countless shadows of bookshelves swept past in front of her eyes.

When a demon starts talking to you about emotions, that means his attack on you has already begun.

The attack at the mental level isn’t as simple as me sending a wave and you losing half a stick of mana.

Seeing Liu Zhihan silently take a defensive stance, the smile on Tartalos’s lips grew more pronounced.

He manipulated his deep voice, slowly stating, "I know your true name, Luo Luomi of the Shark Clan. The inclusivity of the people of Ming truly astonishes me; even knowing your identity as one of the Sea People and that you were once a retired soldier of the Vermilion Bird Army, they still trust you, allowing you to hold such an important position. But do they know, the true deity you worship is... "

His voice abruptly halted, and the words he blurted transformed into paper scraps fluttering all around.

"Complete silence—"

Liu Zhihan remained unshaken by the demon’s words, calmly issuing commands while lifting a book from the shelf in front of her.

As the book landed in her hands, it transformed from a mere shadow to actual paper.

"Waldhan Delin Klippa Tartalos..."

She opened the book and began to recite the text recorded within, "You are an Egyptian merchant, who because of peeping at the Female Pharaoh bathing, had your eyes gouged out and hands severed... "

As she recited those words, Tartalos’s eyes burst, and both hands were severed at the wrists.

"...!"

Tartalos cursed loudly as he rapidly flew backward.

That was neither his true name nor his life experience.

Rather, it was the special ability "Correct History" of the School Official, an advanced profession within the Dharma Sect of Righteous Path!

He had not expected this woman to be so ruthless, catching him completely off guard with such a terrifying move right from the start.

But it was just a minor setback. Being one of the seventy-two Demon Gods under King Solomon’s command, his own historical aura and legendary status were sufficient to counteract this baseless fabrication.

Tartalos gestured with a wave of his hand, and the demons behind him began to chant a blasphemous hymn.

Pieces of paper fluttered all around, and their voices were also blocked, directly transformed into text and captured. Yet the corruption of those blasphemous words traveled along the paper to Liu Zhihan’s front.

It blackened her fingernails, creeping upward from her fingers.