Love letters are not allowed in exorcism notes

Chapter 565 Whose dark history is more socially deadly?

Li Mumu once had the opportunity to go to the Yellowstone Throne and undergo trials to become a throne knight.

This is certainly not because of her strength, but because of her excellent character, which has won the favor of the demon camp.

Over the past thousands of years, Hell has been absorbing outstanding talents like her.

It is conceivable how unscrupulous these demons will be when they do things.

The choir of hell sang in unison, and their blasphemous words turned into countless pieces of paper flying all over the sky.

In response, they were attacked by saturation fire from the Secret Service's troops.

Li Mumu just hid in the distance and took a few peeks, and the bottomless malice poured into her mind, like a comb, combing out the fragments from the depths of her memory that she was most reluctant to recall.

At the age of three, he wet the bed; at the age of four, he played with feces; at the age of five, he blew up the toilet with a firecracker...

When I was twelve years old, I wrote a love letter to the boy sitting next to me, who took a photo of it with his mobile phone and sent it to the class group.

At the age of fourteen, he skipped classes and licked a figurine in the dormitory, and was discovered by his roommate who came back temporarily.

At the age of 16, I climbed over the wall to participate in a comic convention and was caught by the school security guard on the spot...

Ahhhh——! Don't remind me of this mess!

The scene in Li Mumu's mind flashed, and he saw a big boy with a sunny smile on his face having his carotid artery cut by him, and then he was caught and thrown off the boat.

You vicious woman.

Arthur, his face covered in blood, lay in her mind, like a cancer that could not be dispelled.

Li Mumu's face turned pale, he clenched his teeth, scratched his fingertips with his nails, and wrote a line of blood in the air in front of him -

The Three Thousand Worlds Maha reveals the truth and guides the Bodhisattva in the afterlife!
Countless blood-red silk ribbons fell from the sky, and two lines of black mud slowly flowed out from the corners of her eyes.

Faintly she heard a shrill wailing, and the crazy thing that had penetrated into her brain was finally driven out.

"Tartarus?"

She heard a slightly puzzled exclamation coming from the void, and then the voice faded away and disappeared without a trace.

No, call forwarding again?
My lady, are you tired of me? Forwarding my calls every day?

Who should I transfer it to this time? The principal?
Li Mumu had a vague feeling that the person coming this time was not the principal.

The sound of waves crashing in my ears seemed to lull me to sleep.

He has heard the call and is awakening from his deep sleep.

…………

Liu Zhihan was concentrating on manipulating the bookshelf in front of her, correcting history and deconstructing Tartarus while containing the blasphemous words released by the other choir.

She had just been promoted to proofreader and was not yet particularly skilled in using these abilities.

Suddenly, she shuddered subconsciously and turned her head to look in the direction where Li Mumu was hiding.

"I do not need……"

But the will of the ancient gods has quietly arrived.

Gills slowly appeared on both sides of her cheeks, the pupils of her eyes gradually dilated, occupying all the whites of her eyes, and the sharp yet soft dorsal fin broke through the military uniform and grew out from the spine behind her.

In a trance, she felt two soft and slippery tentacles gently resting on her shoulders from behind.

In such a tense battle, if one becomes distracted, a fatal flaw will appear.

Tartarus, who was being suppressed by the secret method of the proofreader, keenly grasped this flaw, laughed loudly, and bloodshot flashed in his eyes, which gathered into a sharp mental piercing, shooting straight into the depths of Liu Zhihan's soul. Let me see the memory you are most reluctant to recall!

Human nature is evil, and sea people have no distinction between good and evil since birth, and are no different from wild beasts. In order to fight for a chance to survive, they must devour their brothers and sisters. Only the final winner can obtain sufficient nutrition to continue growing.

Just like the hell worms that devour each other and grow at the bottom of the abyss...

Rolomi, you cannot abandon your people, nor can you erase the primitive bloody sins deep in your memory.

You... you fucking FUCK!
Tartarus's face changed drastically. He was about to extract Liu Zhihan's vague memories from her childhood and distort and magnify them, but he saw a sticky and slippery octopus tentacle crawling towards him flexibly along the mental puncture.

"Ksira! She has already betrayed her tribe! She has betrayed her faith in you!"

"It's okay to believe it or not...it's okay too!"

The cheerful atmosphere transmitted from the tentacles almost caused Tartarus to suffer internal injuries.

What kind of shitty ancient god is this!
What serious god would say such nonsense to his believers as “You can believe it or not”?

She no longer believes in you, and instead of punishing her, you're helping her?

"You don't need to meddle in other people's business!"

Liu Zhihan slapped the tentacle on her shoulder with a look of disgust and said coldly: "I can handle it myself."

"Ah, little Rolomy has grown up and doesn't like the control of his parents. I can understand that."

A lazy voice with a hint of joy sounded in her ears.

"But your mother keeps nagging me, saying that she wants to come to the shore to find you for a blind date. Your 127 brothers and 35 uncles are obsessed with your beauty and want to hunt the fattest shark in the deep sea as a betrothal gift..."

"Let them die as far away as possible."

"Well, what I mean is, if I hadn't stopped them for you, they would have come to you a long time ago. Don't you appreciate it at all? You even said mean things to me... You were so cute when you were a child, let me see... When you were four years old, you even prayed to me to give you nougat..."

"Shut up!"

Even with Liu Zhihan's strong will that he had cultivated over the years, he couldn't help but break down at this moment.

Tartarus seized the opportunity to tear open her brain defenses and search her past memories, but she didn't care at all, because this was the devil's usual method, to launch a mental attack on you from the most vulnerable part of your heart.

This is no big deal. Liu Zhihan has long since trained himself to have a heart as hard as stone and a will as strong as steel.

But being seen by someone you know is another matter.

It's like you got beaten up by your classmates at school for having a Chuunibyou syndrome, but you were still smug about it. But when you got home, you found that your mom had washed the double-sided, life-size 2D pillow you secretly bought and put it on the balcony to dry...

This is the real social death!

"Get out of here!"

"It's all here..."

The lazy and happy ancient god was not at all angered by Liu Zhihan's angry tone. Instead, he continued to review her inner memories with great interest.

"Oh, I remember now. At that time, I took you ashore to buy candy. Then you were attracted by human toys and refused to return to the sea. Your tribesmen thought you had sacrificed themselves and didn't think of looking for you at first..."

Liu Zhihan's face turned pale.

Li Mumu, who was hiding in the distance, was trembling.

It’s none of my business. This wasn’t the person I called first.

No one wants this to happen.

(End of this chapter)