Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 620 - 43 This matter is too heinous

When Xiang Bei woke up in the morning, his mind was still a bit foggy.

He couldn’t figure out which experiences from last night actually happened and which were a dream.

What did I even do?

The answer is he did nothing; from the moment he was helped to the Wei Family’s doorstep with a cane, he was completely bewildered the entire time.

Wang Yunxiao is a well-known troublemaker in Nantong District, gathering a bunch of ruthless and hard-hearted brothers under his command... this he knew.

But as an ordinary student, his understanding of the term "ruthless and hard-hearted" was limited to what he read in books.

It’s like a future-era elementary school student watching a monster in a special effects film shoot out a trillion-degree fireball, thinking it’s awesome without ever considering what a trillion degrees actually entails.

Following Tang Ping’an to seek justice at the Wei Family and getting his legs broken—it’s normal. In a fight, if you can’t beat them, what can you do?

Even if Scar Wang came, he could at most break the opponent’s legs in return, an eye for an eye, that’s it.

However, the development of events was completely different from what he imagined.

"Bro Matuan, why do we need to wear masks?"

"This makes us look more professional."

Professional in what way?

Xiang Bei looked at the Wei Family guards lying at his feet, at a loss for words.

These younger novices, escorted by the senior big brothers inside, all the way were the staggeringly Wei Family guards. How unpleasant these guards were during their last visit, now they were just as pitiful.

The big fire in the backyard lit up the night sky, and the big brothers pried open the storeroom locks, moving out boxes of arms.

"Luckily we set off fireworks, otherwise we really might not have been able to pull this off..."

Hearing the big brothers muttering quietly, the curious Xiang Bei shamelessly asked: "Bro Matuan, what do you mean by ’pull this off’?"

"’Pull this off’? That’s what these household guards are called."

Bro Matuan, with a simple smile on his face, patiently explained to the novices: "The Wei Family are soldiers, it’s normal for them to have weapons at home. If we forcefully busted in, we might have been shot. So, we set a fire in the backyard to distract them. Then we took the opportunity to sneak in, which saved us a lot of trouble..."

"What do you mean by weapons?"

"Weapons refer to guns and ammunition. The old homemade gun was called ’pipe’, pistols were called ’cane’, and these new type of rifles are called ’flowers’, the ammunition is called ’strings’. This Wei Family has big ambitions, having an arsenal at home."

Matuan casually slung a bandolier of bullets around Xiang Bei’s neck: "We take the gold and treasures, taking some weapons as well, they probably wouldn’t dare report to the authorities. This will just about cover our losses."

What losses? What are you planning to do with their guns and ammunition? What are we even here for?

Not just Xiang Bei, the other novices were also stunned speechless by the rich experience and skilled maneuvers of the senior big brothers.

A subtle and complex unease grew, something felt off, but they could not put it into words.

Xiang Bei is just an ordinary person, not one of those tough freaks of nature. With a broken leg, he had to lie in bed and recuperate.

After making a round at the Wei Family and causing a ruckus all night, Wang Yunxiao then sent him and a few other seriously injured students back to the hospital.

Just after going to the toilet in the morning, he came out to see a group of fierce soldiers rushing into the ward.

The room filled with shouts and screams that lasted less than three seconds before abruptly stopping.

Xiang Bei hid in the crowd of onlookers, watching as Wei Ming and his subordinates were bound and carried out like corpses.

...

When Wang Ying was eating her seventeenth pork bun, someone pushed a bowl of egg drop soup towards her.

"Junior sister, how have you been?"

Hearing the familiar voice, she looked up and saw Brother Cai from the Xingyi Sect. It had been several years since they last met. He still had that squinty-eyed, insincere smile, looking like a sly fox spirit. There were stars on his shoulder, indicating he must be doing well in the military.

Wang Ying ignored him, picking up the bowl and vigorously slurping the soup.

Are stars on your shoulder that great? Just now, so many starred officers came to fish for information from her, and she didn’t say a word.

Wang Yunxiao specially instructed last night, not to say a single word.

Children are ignorant; the more they speak, the more mistakes they make.

The witness has already been brought to your doorstep, can’t you investigate it yourselves?

"I heard from Master that you went to Song Mountain to become a monk, when did you return?"

Cai Yanwu looked at Wang Ying’s bald little head, struggling to resist the urge to reach out and rub it a couple of times.

But he dared not.

This revered ancestor delivered a blood letter to the doorstep, almost flipping the entire camp upside down.

If it weren’t for the regiment commander forcibly suppressing the news, by now the phone might have already reached Beijing.

The nature of this incident is too malicious; it has nearly broken through the Qilin Army’s bottom line.

But if this revered ancestor were to encounter any issues in the military camp... even if just a single hair was lost, it wouldn’t just be a matter of crossing the line anymore.

The regiment commander would truly lose his mind.

No one would have it easy.

Wang Ying finished a bowl of egg flower soup and rubbed the wound on his belly... it hadn’t fully healed, so he didn’t dare to eat freely, just settling for this today.

"Senior brother, please take me back to school."

"Ah? You’re in school? Which one?"

"Qinghe Middle School."

"Qinghe..."

Cai Yanwu hesitated.

That makes sense, without Five-Finger Mountain, what would you use to suppress the demon monkey?

"That Tang Moli is your classmate, right?"

Cai Yanwu made small talk.

Wang Ying looked at him, silent.

You weren’t like this when you were younger!

Cai Yanwu inwardly ranted crazily, but his face was covered with a smile: "Then I’ll take you back first."

The military vehicle drove out of the camp, heading towards the city.

On the way, Cai Yanwu subtly changed the route and arrived at the Wei Family’s doorstep.

The big fire from last night had just been extinguished, and the air was still filled with a burnt odor.

On the street, there was a guard every three steps and a post every five steps; it was completely sealed off.

Teams of soldiers wearing white armbands on their shoulders entered and exited the gate, mostly escorting men and women loudly proclaiming their innocence.

The courtyard was already filled with kneeling people.

Wang Ying peered out and saw a skinny old man with white beard, stripped down to just his underwear, tied up like a rice dumpling and hoisted high on the large willow tree in the Wei Family’s courtyard, which was four or five zhang tall.

Piercing screams intermittently came from within the courtyard, but quickly vanished without a trace.

"Go down for a look?"

"No."

"Maybe just take a glance."

Before Cai Yanwu could finish speaking, a row of gunshots rang out from the courtyard.

The old man hanging on the tree shuddered violently, and yellow liquid fell from mid-air.