157: Chapter 157 I Don’t Know Where I Am 157: Chapter 157 I Don’t Know Where I Am Mumu Li had a very long dream.
In her dream, she was beheaded by Wendy, who offered her head along with her notebook to a stranger.
Wendy had betrayed her!
Her head was soaked in Formalin, sealed within a glass jar.
Cloaked Wendy, carrying the glass jar in one hand and a scythe on her shoulder, successfully blended into the ranks of the masterminds behind the scenes.
In the vast sea, under the pitch-black night sky, the Olympus emerged silently from the deep shadows, devouring the Cosmos entirely.
They had been replaced!
Everyone was devoured, leaving nothing but hollow shells disguised as their outer appearance!
As the days passed, Mumu’s consciousness grew more and more blurred.
She couldn’t understand why she hadn’t completely died yet.
Could it be that Wendy had sealed her soul, wishing to prevent her from ever transcending?
Was it just because you tricked me onto the ship that you hate me so much?
The Cosmos finally reached its destination.
Mumu watched as passengers wearing human skins disembarked and scattered, then quietly regrouped in the night.
“Welcome, everyone, to the Promised Land bestowed upon you by the Lord!”
Through the glass jar, Mumu couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, nor could she hear his voice well.
Promised Land my ass!
An unnamed rage accumulated bit by bit within her consciousness.
This is not your…
“Mumu…”
“Mumu Li!”
“Mumu Li!”
The increasingly clear calls gradually awakened her fuzzy consciousness.
Mumu Li opened her eyes.
“Anchor successful!”
[Your name is Mumu Li, born on April 4th, 1357, on the West Coast of the Federation…]
[In accordance with the loan contract of the Freud Family, taking back Mumu Li’s life and soul, which were pledged as collateral, with the life and soul of Wendy Freud as payment, hereby concludes the loan contract.]
[You were murdered by the person you trusted the most, your resentment lingering and wandering in the Netherworld.
Now you have been summoned once again by your enemy, vengeance urging you to take her life, to exact a blood for a blood debt.]
[But you soon came to your senses, realizing this was one of Wendy’s tricks, exploiting a loophole as she always had.]
[You cannot have your revenge because she is already dead.]
What’s going on?
How did Wendy die?
Suddenly coming to her senses, a barrage of information flooded into her mind all at once, momentarily giving Mumu Li the illusion of a brain crash.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What’s the date today?
She forcefully suppressed these questions.
The scene was chaotic.
The wind howled, and the rolling smoke in the air nearly suffocated her.
Wendy committed suicide, that was the first thought that came to Mumu Li’s mind after she saw her body.
Her death triggered two family contracts simultaneously, summoning two powerful evil spirits to the present world.
One was a four-armed head-carrying maiden, the other a mummified cat wrapped in bandages.
They were the Spirit Puppet Guardians of the Freud Family.
Cats, in Ancient Egyptian mythology, are gods that protect families and suppress the undead.
Cats, too, are a warring species in the Phantom Dream Realm, where it is said that for thousands of years, the Earth Cat Clan and the Alien Race have waged an unceasing war.
Li Mumu couldn’t remember where she had seen this text.
It was as if the moment she laid eyes on the mummified cat, that knowledge had flooded into her brain.
Thank God, my brain has been saved!
As soon as the mummified cat appeared, those miasma giants hiding within their flesh shells desperately burrowed out and fled in disarray.
For a moment, the air was filled with thick smoke and gusty winds as dozens of miasma giants gathered together, actually forming a fierce storm.
There was no choice but to flee.
Those slow to react, who hadn’t managed to escape, were all doomed.
The mummified cat merely shook its bandages, emitting a low growl, and the moisture in the air instantly disappeared, turning as dry as a desert.
The fluids inside the flesh shells were rapidly evaporated, shrinking rapidly.
The miasma giants that failed to flee were desiccated mid-air, turning into dust that scattered all over the ground.
“Close the door!
Quickly, close the door!
Don’t let that thing get out, or if the Special Service Bureau finds out, we’re all done for!”
Someone was screaming, someone else was cursing.
The mummified cat lifted its paw and lightly slashed, and a bloodthirsty hound that tried to attack it from behind was immediately decapitated.
It didn’t even spare Li Mumu a glance but elegantly turned around and walked softly toward the direction of the voices, disappearing into the darkness.
The scene was left with only dead bodies on the ground, those who still seemed to be breathing but were no different from zombies, and a bewildered Li Mumu.
What?
It’s over just like that without me doing anything?
I’m alive?
How did I survive?
[You force yourself to stay calm, realizing that even if Wendy were to commit suicide, she wouldn’t die in such a sloppy manner.]
[You have to admit, she always had a plan.]
So the plan was to stab herself?
Crazy!
Li Mumu walked over to Wendy, struggling to contain her grief as she began to search the body.
Nothing…
In Wendy’s hand was a crumpled piece of paper with information about the miasma giants—no secret to Li Mumu.
This paper was placed so conspicuously that it would be easily found, which didn’t seem like Wendy’s style at all.
The notebook…
yes, where was that notebook?
A thought struck Li Mumu.
Both she and Wendy knew that the notebook had the ability to recognize its owner and they suspected that it exhibited different functions in the hands of different owners, without revealing any previous owner’s private information.
Though its origins were still dubious, there was no denying the notebook’s confidentiality was quite reliable.
If Wendy wanted to record any information, that notebook was the best vessel.
But the problem now was, where was that notebook?
Li Mumu had been in a daze before, but now she was finally sober and unclear on what exactly Wendy had been through.
More clues needed to be found.
Clues…line…
Li Mumu raised her hand, thoughtfully looking at the crimson Concentric Knot on her wrist.
The miasma giants had scattered in all directions, and the mummified cat was on the hunt, meaning, no matter where she was, it was at least temporarily safe.
Let’s do it again!
Without hesitation, Li Mumu immediately knelt on the ground, wrapped the red string, bit her fingertip, and wrote the divine name “Bodhisattva who Guides the Dead in the Three Thousand Worlds, Moha Jiedi.”
Then she put her hands together and prayed sincerely.
“Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, please save me!
Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, please save me!”