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Chapter 72 - 72 72 Do Not Harbor Illusions about Demons

72: Chapter 72: Do Not Harbor Illusions about Demons 72: Chapter 72: Do Not Harbor Illusions about Demons Do Garrison Soldiers need to supply their own provisions?

Wang Yunxiao hadn’t really known this before.

Not until he went back to Qinghe Middle School and looked up the material in the library did he learn that such a regulation indeed existed; it was his own lack of common sense.

Of course, he also blamed himself for not paying much attention in class usually.

The garrison soldier system originated from the Yin-Shang era, which greatly diverged from the historical line Wang Yunxiao had in memory.

Starting from the end of the Yin-Shang, roughly at the time point of “Investiture of the Gods,” an overtly prominent entity called the General’s Mansion began to appear in the political structure of the Central Plains Dynasty.

This General’s Mansion wasn’t a permanent office; it typically emerged only during turbulent times of the dynasty.

In other words, as the Imperial Court grew increasingly bloated and corrupt, losing control over the vast territories year after year, combined with the adverse effects of natural and man-made disasters, the Imperial Court would establish a General’s Mansion.

The emperor would personally take the stage to appoint generals, recruit Garrison Soldiers, sweep through the lands, and suppress the nation’s fortunes.

Funded by the Imperial Court with money and grain, yet not controlled by it, wielding heavy troops with high autonomy…

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, if I could become the Great General, I’d go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning with all my clothes golden.

This whole thing sounded so irrational; how could it have existed for so long?

Of course, come to think of it, there are plenty of irrational things in this world.

This was just one more to the list.

The book he found didn’t provide a detailed account of the existence or historical positioning of the General’s Mansion.

There was also scant description of the Garrison Soldiers.

It merely stated that Garrison Soldiers were hereditary military households recruited by the General’s Mansion, which provided weapons, fodder, and horses for unified training.

But besides these provisions, everything else was to be gathered by the Garrison Soldiers themselves.

In other words, steamed buns were free but pickles had to be brought from home.

This sounded somewhat unbelievable, but if one thought about it from a different angle—for instance, the establishment of the General’s Mansion might specifically be to deal with special issues like Demons and Evil Spirits.

The so-called hereditary military households were likely families of Exorcists with inherited traditions.

The Imperial Court only offered basic support; as for the specific circumstances they had to face, such as dealing with hairy rice dumplings, the Garrison Soldiers had to prepare their own donkey hooves in soy sauce and sticky rice porridge…

That made sense.

That was how Wang Yunxiao could understand it for the time being.

Even if his understanding was a bit off, it wasn’t a big issue—he still had teachers to consult.

Eryang’s wound was promptly treated after he returned to school, and apart from significant blood loss, it didn’t leave any other potential problems.

Based on the information and clues everyone gathered on the scene, Nurse Liu provided a more precise analysis of the abilities of this Mutant Demon in class.

“Human-Faced Sore—this is a very common curse sorcery.

Direct sunlight can indeed remove it, but you might not see the sun in the Outer Dimension.

The best way is still through the advisor.

If an advisor isn’t available, it’s best not to attempt removal on your own, as it might lead to excessive blood loss or infection of the wound.”

“The prerequisite for casting this curse entails personally killing someone and then binding the victim’s lost soul to oneself through sorcery.

When releasing the curse, through physical contact, the lost soul is transferred to the other person, creating a flesh sore resembling a human face.

The agony of the lost soul is unbearable for ordinary people, but it is a delicacy for demons.”

“Teacher, do you mean to say that each Human-Faced Sore curse indicates it has killed a person?”

“You are oversimplifying it.”

Nurse Liu’s expression grew somber: “Since it managed to leave two Human-Faced Sore curses on Yang Yihang’s arm, it indicates that it has more than one life on its hands, and it might even be a mass murderer!”

Only those who are penniless bother to quibble over every ounce and penny.

Real wealthy people choose the most expensive items when shopping and even tip generously.

That’s the principle.

It’s not that there weren’t any major problems with Eryang; it’s not because the curse wasn’t serious.

Instead, he had already undergone training with the garrison soldiers and had a certain resistance to curse sorcery.

At the same time, teammates within the same formation could also help him share the damage.

This is the true strength of the garrison soldiers.

They compensate for the lack of individual strength with the advantage of numbers.

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand and asked, “If we encounter it again, how can we restrict its movement?”

“Restricting its movement is not difficult, as long as it uses sorcery, it leaves traces that can be observed by the Chess Herald.

For instance, if it wants to possess someone else’s body, it must first corrode their spirit with an echo, like planting a seed in the soil.

If the Advisor digs out this seed, it won’t be able to control someone else’s body within a short period.”

Nurse Liu’s expression was serious, and she said in a low voice, “As long as the team is reasonably arranged, dealing with such demons is not troublesome.

What you really need to be careful of is the insane revenge it will seek after completely losing its humanity.”

“This isn’t a fighting arena; it won’t abide by any rules of the Jianghu World, nor will it fight you fair and square.

If you don’t kill it instantly, it will only hide and lick its wounds, then retaliate against you with even crueler means.”

“Do not harbor any naive illusions about those who have undergone mutation.”

This sentence was directed at Chen Yan.

Compared to Wang Yunxiao and his group, Chen Yan was the genuine sheltered flower.

The love and protection from her parents had been too overwhelming, leaving her understanding of evil far from the reality of true wickedness.

This gap cannot be bridged by teachers simply lecturing about morality in the classroom; it must be experienced personally.

Chen Yan thought she was ready for this mental preparation.

But the storm arrived earlier than she had anticipated.

The next morning, some rumors began to circulate within the school.

As the class monitor, Chen Yan inevitably interacted with class officers from other classes, and being a girl, she was more inclined towards idle gossip.

“Have you heard?

Those girls who transferred to the fourth class in the first year, they used to do that…”

“Didn’t the teacher forbid us from talking about these things?”

“We’re not allowed to talk, but they’re still doing it…

You know the one from the first class in the second year, right?”

Hearing them talk about her own class, Chen Yan couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to our class?”

As a post-war shelter, Qinghe Middle School had a diverse student body.

Not discussing one’s past was an unwritten school rule.

Class teachers repeatedly cautioned the students not to judge the new students.

Not discussing “Wang Yunxiao and his gang” was also an unwritten rule.

Because they really were bad students, and they did beat people up.

Those with loose lips had been dealt with.

“You don’t know yet?

It was in the newspapers!”

The class monitor of the second year’s fifth class saw Chen Yan apparently unaware of the issue and couldn’t help but remind her in a whisper, “I’m not making this up; it was in the paper yesterday, you can check for yourself.”