321: Chapter 119: After all, there is a limit to being human 321: Chapter 119: After all, there is a limit to being human The method to leave a trace, actually, without Wendy continuing, Li Mumu could guess it herself.
In this day and age, who hasn’t read a few online novels, right?
It’s nothing more than—murder!
Murder, or rather, creating horror events, is the simplest and most straightforward method that can leave a deep impression on the public consciousness in the shortest time.
All those supernatural mysteries in past online novels followed this pattern.
But in this world, people refer to them as demons and evil spirits.
Wendy said there were three methods, but in essence, they were all the same.
To enter the Real World during the lunar eclipse to find anchor points, to prove one’s existence.
But the problem is…
“Wouldn’t it be more convenient and quicker to just ask the Special Service Bureau for help?”
“Do you have that much trust in them?”
In Wendy’s worldview, or rather in that of the Westerners, government institutions are generally seen as superfluous, or even worse, they tend to hinder more than help.
They basically cannot understand the unconditional trust the People of Ming have in their government.
“Let’s just give it a try!”
“What if they don’t recognize you, or they don’t even consider you human anymore and they kill you, what then?”
“If my senior sister could work at the City God’s Office…
wait a second, City God’s Office?”
A flash of insight crossed Li Mumu’s mind: “We don’t have to go to the Real World, why don’t we just go directly to Netherworld to report to the City God’s Office?”
Wendy frowned and said, “I have never been to the Netherworld, how could I take you there?”
“Netherworld Springs are right in the Netherworld, the Netherworld is Hell, and Hell is the Netherworld; it is the place we came from!”
So as long as one’s thoughts do not slip, there are always more methods than difficulties.
The more Li Mumu thought about it, the more excited she became.
“Angels won’t stand guard over bodies all the time, right?
Why don’t we just go back and find our own physical bodies?
Why obsess over whether we can return to the Real World from here?”
“Are you sure?”
Wendy looked doubtful, “I think you made sense at the beginning.
I might have also lost some memories, and now we don’t know how much time has passed over there or what the situation is.
Moreover, there’s also a corpse here…”
“That’s my sister!”
“Your sister?
Since when did you have a sister?”
“About nine months from now?”
Li Mumu gritted her teeth, “I don’t know what grudges she holds against me, but my downfall has all been her doing.
Now even seeing her body, I can’t be sure she’s truly dead.”
Before she finished speaking, the body at her feet suddenly dissolved, turning into a pool of liquid substance like mercury.
“Shit!
This is Ether!”
Wendy’s eyes lit up as she sprung up from the couch with an agility Li Mumu had never seen before, grabbed a drink cup, carelessly poured the drink away, and started collecting the mercury-like liquid off the ground.
“What’s Ether?”
Li Mumu had some recollection of the term, though most of it was from gaming memories before her transmigration, and she was not very clear about the concept of this term in this world.
“The creator’s origin material, the essence of Angels, the primordial particle from which all things arise!”
Wendy looked at Li Mumu with a strange expression, “Didn’t you learn this?
I thought you knew.
The ‘Blood River Map’ that your senior sisters use, it’s mixed with Ether Substance, which is why it can stretch indefinitely.”
“I didn’t know that!”
Li Mumu thought to herself she had only studied String Theory, and was clueless about other witchcraft subjects, so how could she possibly know these mysterious pieces of knowledge.
But speaking of Angels, this reminded her of the visions of the future she had seen.
How exactly did that unlucky child, Li Lingling, end up mixing with the Heaven Camp?
Jesus was more than seven hundred years late, so what future could you possibly have mixing with them?
Better to work at Yellowstone Throne instead.
“In short, it’s something really good, priceless and unobtainable.”
Looking around, Wendy couldn’t find any appropriate container, so she had to use the antique vase on the table, scooping the liquid into it with a glass bit by bit.
The amount of ether substance dissolved from the corpse was very little, roughly only about four or five liters, filling the vase to the brim.
The remaining ether substance left a deep corrosion mark on the ground.
Li Mumu looked closely and discovered that it was actually a message.
“——Your life ends here, my dear elder sister.”
Anger!
I’m going to smack that evil creature’s arse into eight pieces!
“Are you ready?
Let’s go!”
After being blatantly mocked up close and personal, Li Mumu couldn’t wait another moment.
“Okay then, I was actually planning to run some experiments.”
With reluctance, Wendy filled a test tube with ether substance, put it into her waist pouch, and with a light wave of her hand, she opened a slit in front of Li Mumu.
“But I need to warn you…”
“What warning?”
Impatient, Li Mumu stepped out.
Darkness enveloped her vision, and when she regained consciousness, all she could see was a vast barren wasteland.
There was endless darkness in every direction, with no visible landmarks.
“…to remind you that we don’t have an anchor point in the Netherworld, our landing could be anywhere.”
“You should’ve said that earlier.”
“Blame me?
Whose fault is it that you didn’t listen to me and rushed over in such a hurry?”
Wendy spread her hands helplessly, “If the geography of the Netherworld of the East is as large as the Mortal World, with our walking speed, we could wander for a year without finding anything.”
“Wait, can’t we use our physical bodies, or the Blood River Map as anchor points?”
“I can only anchor to you.
If you have other methods, feel free to try them.”
“Let’s go back…”
Returning to Dreamland for Children, Li Mumu stood in front of the rift and opened all three pairs of eyes, trying her best to peer through the crack.
Searching for an anchor point was very mystical; according to Wendy, one had to feel with their heart, and if you couldn’t feel it, you were either too insensitive, or there was simply no suitable target.
It was like dreaming—you could never predict what dream you would have at night.
But if you didn’t eat at night and woke up hungry in the morning, you’d most likely have a nightmare about scrumptious food laid out in front of you, yet not being able to eat any of it.
In mysticism, there was a bit of scientific logic too.
Li Mumu, lacking the natural gift of a Chess Herald, tried so hard to see something with all six eyes that she ended up in tears, so she simply invoked the divine directly.
“Guiding Lady bless me!
Let me strike gold with one shot!”
“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”
Wendy looked at Li Mumu, who dashed out like a lady on a mission, with an expression of disbelief.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness under her feet made Li Mumu not alarmed but delighted.
Yes!
I hit the jackpot!
Opening her eyes, a rough yet somewhat familiar road lay before her.
“Anchor point established!”
[You are the beloved princess of a thousand-year dynasty, the little daughter of the Centenarian Duke, most loved by Princess Ping’an…]