The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

"This Misty Mountain is very evil; you mustn't go there!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the misty mountain in the distance, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

However, the words were cut short.

Ryosuke Kimura's expression turned cold.

He snorted coldly.

Kimura Ryosuke flicked his wrist, drawing a pistol from his waist. He looked down at him, his tone grim.

"Baka, are you rejecting me, or are you toying with me?"

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Before he could speak, Kimura Ryosuke added coldly, his tone carrying a clear threat.

"Is something hidden in those mountains, perhaps your Chinese army, which is why you refuse to take us there?"

Zou felt wings Laobang Gucha g surged out.

"I'm innocent, sir!"

His voice trembled, and he waved his hands repeatedly, almost kneeling down.

"How could I dare to deceive you, Madam? That mountain... that mountain is truly eerie!"

"The people who went in..."

His tone was filled with fear and pleading, as if he wanted to say something more.

However, Kimura Ryosuke just looked at him coldly and snapped, "Shut up and lead the way!"

As he spoke, the gun in his hand swayed slightly, and his tone was impatient.

"Aren't you going to lead the way? Do you want to die?"

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He glanced up at the dark muzzle of the gun, then couldn't help but look at the misty mountain in the distance. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, sir!"

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead the dozens of Japanese soldiers toward the misty, mountain-shrouded in the distance.

Just as they were walking towards Wushan under the dazzling afternoon sun...

Not far away, in a dark and dilapidated house.

The walls were charred black, with obvious signs of being burned by fire, and a faint smell of burnt and blood lingered in the air for a long time.

In the corner, five figures were breathing heavily, hiding in the shadows.

They were wearing Nationalist Army uniforms, but they were now worn and tattered.

The gray-blue fabric was torn, stained with dust and blood, and in some places it was even charred and curled. Dried, dark bloodstains remained on the hem.

All of them had injuries, more or less, and their expressions were tense, with fatigue and vigilance in their eyes.

They only breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps outside gradually faded away and the crisp, cold sound of military boots disappeared.

"call……"

At this moment.

One of them peeked out through the crack in the window.

Watching the group of Japanese soldiers heading towards the distant, misty expanse of white, he frowned, "What are these little devils doing over there?"

The speaker was a tall, middle-aged man named Yue Feng.

He was tall and burly, with broad shoulders, giving him a steady and powerful appearance.

He had several unhealed wounds on his body, his stubble was messy, and his expression revealed the exhaustion of a long battle.

At this moment, he frowned, looking at the misty mountains in the distance with a look of doubt in his eyes.

The words fell.

In the corner, a little girl who looked about ten years old stirred.

She was dressed in thin clothes, wearing a slightly oversized old cloth garment patched with embroidery, the cuffs worn and faded, her face covered in dust, and her hair disheveled.

Upon hearing Yue Feng's words, she quickly lowered her voice and cautiously began, "That place is Wushan..."

As she spoke, she glanced at the misty mountain and said fearfully, "That mountain is very evil. When people from our area go up the mountain, they always seem to run around it like they're encountering a ghost."

“We locals have great reverence for that place. Our elders say that gods live on that mountain!”

The words were spoken.

The room immediately fell silent.

Upon hearing this, the Nationalist soldiers exchanged glances and saw surprise and astonishment on each other's faces.

Yue Feng was also stunned for a moment, then let out a low sneer.

He said sarcastically, "If there really were a god, the world wouldn't be like this. If burning incense and worshipping gods were effective, what would we be needed for?"

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily swept over the streets outside, filled with ruins and flames, and the corpses lying there, his eyes filled with anger and heaviness.

The other four Nationalist soldiers standing nearby nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

"If there really is a God, how could these beasts be so arrogant!"

Upon hearing their words, the little girl Tong Yao's eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head slightly.

Yes, if there really is a God, how could the world have become like this?

She pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

Silence fell inside the room.

Just as Tong Yao and the others were feeling complicated.

On the other side.

Since it wasn't too far from Mount Kiri, Kimura Ryosuke and the others quickly arrived at the foot of Mount Kiri by stepping over weeds and pebbles.

At the foot of the mountain, the air became noticeably humid.

A thin, almost imperceptible mist, as if alive, flowed slowly along the ground.

The entire misty mountain appears and disappears indistinctly, exuding an indescribable mystery and profundity.

Even Kimura Ryosuke couldn't help but show a hint of astonishment when he saw this scene up close.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the misty, shrouded mountain, a smile playing on his lips, a hint of interest and greed in his expression.

"Hey, this kind of place might actually be hiding some good stuff!"

His tone was greedy, as if everything on the entire mountain had become his possession.

Upon hearing this, some Japanese soldiers nearby chuckled softly.

"Yes, Lieutenant, you are right."

"This kind of place usually has treasures, and maybe even some Chinese people hiding there. That would be a huge contribution!"

Their gazes swept over Wushan, revealing undisguised greed.

Zou Zhayan, standing to the side, was somewhat terrified.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the swirling mist on the mountain, he felt a chill run down his spine.

His palms were slightly sweaty, his steps unconsciously stiffened, and he stopped subconsciously.

However, under the watchful eyes of Kimura Ryosuke and the others behind him, he could only grit his teeth, brace himself, and start walking towards Mount Kiri.

The group set off for Wushan.

As soon as you step inside, the air becomes damp and chilly.

The sounds around us gradually subsided, and the wind and birdsong seemed to be shut out by the fog.

For a moment, only the rustling sound of footsteps on withered branches and fallen leaves remained, exceptionally clear in the silence.

Chapter 135 Su Chen Reveals His Power

Zou sought bribes and kept comforting himself.

"It's alright, nothing will happen. Those people who went up the mountain before only got lost; they just circled around and came down. I'll definitely be fine too..."

He felt a little more at ease after thinking about it repeatedly.

The group of people following behind him, including Ryosuke Kimura, put away their previous arrogance and scanned their surroundings warily.

The trees on the mountain are tall and twisted, with mottled bark, as if they have experienced a long period of time.

The mist drifted through the forest, making the scenery appear and disappear intermittently.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would pass by, causing the branches and leaves to sway, giving one the illusion that something was secretly watching them.

A Japanese soldier couldn't help but tighten his clothes and muttered, "Something really isn't right here."

"Shut up, watch your mouth..."

Just as Zou Liangsi was about to leave, he was talking about everything on the mountain.

On the other side.

Inside the temporarily requisitioned command post.

The mansions that once belonged to wealthy families in the city are now completely unrecognizable.

The plaque on the door was smashed to the ground. The hall was furnished with simple military tables and chairs. Maps and markings were nailed to the walls. Bloodstains and footprints that had not yet been cleaned up remained on the floor.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder and a damp atmosphere.

Major Tomoya Ito was sitting upright behind the desk.

He was dressed in a neat military uniform, his collar buttoned tightly, the insignia on his chest reflecting slightly in the dim light. His expression was stern, and his eyes carried a sense of pressure honed from years of giving orders.

On the desk were stacks of documents and maps.

He flipped through the map, marking something on it with a pen.

Occasionally, he would pause writing and ask a few questions in a low voice, and the soldier next to him would immediately bow his head and answer.

Just then.

As if remembering something, he paused slightly in his movements, and without looking up, asked, "Where is Lieutenant Kimura?"

The officer standing to the side paused for a moment, then immediately bowed his head and replied, "Hai!"

"I'll investigate right away!"

After saying that, he quickly turned and left.

The room fell silent again, with only the sounds of paper turning and pen nibs tracing lines remaining.

Not long after, Officer Odagiri Ryosuke returned quickly, his steps slightly hurried. He stopped at the door, bowed slightly, and replied, "Major, Lieutenant Kimura has led a team to Kiriyama outside the city."

The words fell.

Tomoya Ito stopped writing.

"Kiriyama?"

Curiosity gleamed in his eyes.

He was familiar with this name.

Since he occupied the city, he had heard about this place from the locals many times.

When those Chinese people mentioned Wushan, they always looked tense, even fearful, as if they were very afraid of Wushan.

Thinking of this, Tomoya Ito glanced at the map, staring at the Kiriyama depicted on it, and let out a soft snort.

"It's just a mountain, but those Chinese pigs have made it sound like a myth."

Ito Tomoya lowered his head again, continued flipping through the documents in his hand, and instructed, "When Lieutenant Kimura returns, ask him about the situation."

"Hai!"

Ryosuke Odagiri immediately responded.