Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 559 - 136 She Must Be Telling the Truth

The world is complicated because those who came before us have already walked the path, and the clever people after them blocked the paths that were easier to travel.

College graduates of this era, as soon as they graduate, become the pillars of the nation, even if they never attended a single serious class. With a diploma in hand, going to marry into a woman’s family could charm even the daughter of a local tycoon into being utterly bewitched.

A hundred years later, college graduates won’t have it so good. The moment they step out of school, they turn from humans into dogs, and with just their own efforts, they might not even be able to afford dog food.

If Wang Yunxiao had traveled back in time ten years earlier, he might have been able to leap like a carp over the dragon gate with his efforts, following the President in conquests from the south to the north, and now he could easily grab a sinecure to slack off and wait to die.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

In the second year of Ming Country, all kinds of special rare red-named skeletons and wild monsters at home and abroad had been cleared by the President. Even a place as large as Tianmen had been combed through three times by the Special Service Bureau.

Under such a strong crackdown, you can imagine what kind of things would still be alive.

The kind of monsters that Guozi wanted to find, the kind that could be killed with a single chop, were probably very difficult to respawn on the lands of Tianmen.

After the gunfire ceased, a sharp whistle followed, signaling the attack to begin. Wang Yunxiao got up from the ground, dusted himself off, shouldered his rifle, and with his brothers, began to move forward.

Just now, during the bombardment, he peeked at his notebook, where the detected pollution sources were diminishing at a visible rate. No matter how many tricks the Pure Land Sect had prepared here, they were all blasted to ashes.

But even so, they still had the power to resist.

The moment the Garrison Soldiers started to rise up, the pollution sources that seemed to be on their last breath surged once again!

"Detecting black-robed monks..."

"Detecting Guardian Venerables..."

Hundreds of short-statured monks in black robes crawled out from beneath the rubble, holding something unknown as they fearlessly charged towards the Garrison Soldiers’ formation.

The leading one’s head burst open, shot by a flying bullet, and the object he was carrying also exploded, turning into a huge fireball.

"Soil bombs! Watch out!"

A bomb is still a bomb and doesn’t become any less lethal because it’s crudely made by hand.

These human-shaped black-furred mice seemed to have no rationale left, having completely become puppets controlled by others, hugging soil bombs and ready to perish together with the Garrison Soldiers.

Ito Hidemi stepped forward, reversed his grip on the katana Izumo, and softly chanted, "Sun Wheel Slash—!"

A dazzling red light erupted from his katana, like the first rays of dawn, turning night into morning in an instant.

Under the sunrise’s glow, the short black-robed monks let out pitiful screams, shedding their human form to become black-furred rats again, and their soil bombs, unable to be held onto, fell to the ground and exploded right there.

A light laughter came from mid-air, and colorful candies fell from the sky.

The ground beneath Wang Yunxiao’s feet cracked as if he had crushed a cookie, plunging into the boiling hot melted sugar syrup. The high temperature of the sugar water could be diminished by the resistance of the Garrison Soldiers, but that terrifying stickiness made movement exceedingly difficult.

Damn it, they’ve found the Garrison Soldiers’ weakness.

Flooding the scene were Witch families from the West Coast of the Federation, part of the Honey Sweet School. These Witches, dressed to the nines, rode brooms back and forth through the sky, occasionally zooming over the Garrison Soldiers’ heads with a provocative sneer.

The most primitive way to deal with Cavalry was to dig a pitfall. The most primitive way to deal with a tank was to lead it into a swamp.

These Witches, true to their high education and top talents, had found the biggest weakness of the Garrison Soldiers right away, transforming the entire land into boiling sugar syrup, restricting their movements.

And the Liuyun Rifles in the Garrison Soldiers’ hands were slow to fire. If they couldn’t organize a volley, they posed no threat to the agile Witches in the sky.

Where the hell did these women come from?

As soon as Wang Yunxiao thought about Little Gourd and Chen Yan not being there, his heart cooled by half.

Fortunately, this time they weren’t fighting alone.

Yan Yu’an nonchalantly took out paper and pen from his pocket and quickly wrote down a few lines of text, the scalding and sticky syrup underfoot vanished without a trace.

The witches’ laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Meanwhile, snipers positioned in the rear began to shoot; after a round of gunfire, several witches fell from their brooms, their limbs broken on impact.

They were quite good-looking, with neatly arranged outfits—some of them possibly even underage, lying on the ground crying and calling for their mothers.

But this was a life-and-death battlefield with no room for compassion or chivalry.

If it were ordinary soldiers, by the time they found themselves trapped in the syrup, their feet would have been gone.

"The enemy is still summoning reinforcements, halt the advance, and continue calling for artillery support!"

Yan Yu’an, as the front-line commander, gave orders with a cool demeanor.

After that round of bombings, there was hardly any living soul left in the fishing village; the fact that these demons and evil spirits were still appearing could only mean someone had secretly activated something like a portal and was crazily summoning reinforcements.

The Special Service Bureau was short on manpower but not on ammunition.

Garrison soldiers required long-term training and cultivation, while shells could be continuously produced day and night as long as there was a production line.

The garrison soldiers’ ranks slowly retreated to the safety line fifty meters behind, and once more, the sound of shells tearing through the air resounded.

The cries for mothers were extinguished within the flames of the explosions.

A lit match floated down in front of Wang Yunxiao, and his mind wavered, as if he had returned to the world before his transmigration.

He saw a little girl trapped under the rubble of broken bricks, crying out desperately for her mother.

A voice whispered in his ear: This is the crime you have committed, you are inhumane, worse than a beast!

Huh? Who? Me?

Wang Yunxiao was almost amused, How come I remember this having nothing to do with me?

It’s you!

The voice was filled with anger and accusation.

You killed her family, and now you want to kill her too!

Ah, right, right, everyone knows chatting logs can’t be photoshopped, so little narratives like these are real.

Wang Yunxiao, with a reverse grip, pulled out the Sword of Impermanence that was wrapped in cloth behind his back.

He had actually always carried this sword with him, but it had never been used.

After all, he had faced enemies that could be dealt with fists alone; there was no need for the sword.

Although it looked like a sword, its greatest use was never for cutting down people.

Wang Yunxiao unraveled the cloth and lightly flicked his finger on the blade of the sword.

The sound of the sword’s hum spread out, and the illusion before his eyes instantly shattered.

He was back in reality, facing the ruins bathed in artillery fire and the swirling smoke of gunpowder.

A bizarre and agile tongue shot out of the darkness, aiming for his face.

It was just like his first night after transmigration, in the school cafeteria, encountering the cafeteria matron who gnawed on children.

That moment was just like this moment.