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

"Serves him right, he really deserves it!"

"These Japanese devils have finally gotten their comeuppance..."

At this moment.

Looking at the gruesome deaths of the Japanese soldiers, Yue Feng's Adam's apple bobbed. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't just stand there! Everyone, deal with these corpses first!"

The nearby Nationalist soldiers nodded, one by one...

Having come into contact with so many of their fellow countrymen's corpses during this period, they didn't feel much disgust towards these Japanese corpses.

The corrupt officials disposed of the corpses.

However, just as they were laboriously moving these corpses...

At the end of the street, a dazed figure appeared, staggering along.

His unusual expression and posture attracted a lot of attention.

As the person gradually approached, Yuefeng and the others couldn't help but be taken aback.

Their gazes unconsciously froze.

"Is it this guy?"

Yue Feng frowned, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Several Nationalist soldiers nearby exchanged glances.

They naturally recognized him; this man was the traitor who had recently led Kimura Ryosuke and others to Mount Nagiri.

But at this moment, this person is almost a completely different person compared to before!

His clothes were disheveled and stained with blood and mud. His face was deathly pale, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were unfocused. He looked like he had lost his soul.

It's like I was terrified by something extremely frightening, and I still haven't come to my senses!

He walked step by step, his steps unsteady, his body swaying slightly, as if he might fall at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Yuefeng and the others quickly walked over.

Not far away, Tong Yao, a little girl who was helping out, also curiously followed, along with some other children from local primary schools who wanted to join in the fun.

"Hey!"

Yue Feng reached out and steadied him, asking, "What happened to you?"

"Didn't you lead those Japanese devils up the mountain?"

However, Zou Zi seemed not to hear at all; his gaze remained vacant, his lips slightly parted as he muttered to himself.

"Dead...dead..."

"They're all dead..."

Yue Feng and the others were taken aback and subconsciously exchanged glances.

Some private schools nearby gathered around, their students looking at the scene.

"What died?"

"Are they those little Japanese devils?"

They were puzzled. They knew that the Japanese soldiers had died, and they had even seen it with their own eyes, but there was no need to make such a fuss.

Could it be that this person witnessed it firsthand, was too timid, and was so frightened that they lost their soul, resulting in this appearance?

If that's the case, then this person is a coward, isn't he?

The laughter of the people echoed softly all around.

Looking at Zou Zhayao, who seemed dazed, Feng Feng's tone was tinged with disdain and sarcasm. "You idiot, are you really scared out of your wits?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but scoff.

"None of us are scared like this, but you, the traitor, have gone mad first?"

"Is this retribution? You're such a coward!"

Upon hearing this, the Nationalist soldiers and the soldiers standing nearby couldn't help but smile.

However, just as they were thinking this...

Faced with these taunts and laughter, Zou Zi seemed not to hear them at all. His gaze remained empty, his lips kept opening and closing, and his voice came out in a low, intermittent manner.

"Dead..."

"Kimura-sama...they're all dead..."

"It is the Great God of the Vast Ocean..."

"It was the Great God of the Vast Ocean who killed them..."

These words were spoken.

Xing Siting looked at Chang Ying with eyes full of doubt and surprise.

"The Great God of the Vast Ocean?"

"What kind of god is this?"

Yue Feng frowned, also filled with doubt, and couldn't help but reach out and grab Zou Zhanmu's hand.

"Hey!"

"Explain yourself clearly, what 'Great God of the Vast Ocean'?!"

Startled by the sudden movement, Zou Zhanna was jolted, a look of pain appearing on his face.

However, his previously murky eyes briefly regained a sliver of clarity at that moment.

He raised his head and looked around, at the group of students surrounding him.

The next second, his face suddenly contorted, and the corners of his mouth slowly parted to reveal an extremely strange smile.

"Heh...hehe..."

"Whishan..."

He murmured, his voice trembling.

"Whishan..."

"We...offended the gods in Wushan..."

His tone became urgent, filled with intense fear, as if he were seeing that scene again.

"We have seen God!"

"We offended the gods, the Great God of the Vast Ocean, the Great God of the Vast Ocean killed everyone, hahaha..."

Before they could react, Zou Zhanwu Huan stole Zan Ta_Yue Feng's hand, as if he had gone mad, turned around and ran away, waving his arms and legs wildly.

He ran and shouted as he went.

"Gods!"

"It's a god..."

"The gods killed everyone..."

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However, although he escaped, the Nationalist soldiers and their comrades at the scene, including Yue Feng, were stunned, horrified, and felt a chill in their hearts.

They initially thought this guy was terrified by seeing the Japanese soldiers die, but now it seems that's not the case!

The things he said...

The gods of Mount Kii?

Cangming Yutian Da Yushen?

Did the Great God of the Vast Ocean kill everyone?

This person saw God?!

Chapter 141 The Powers Who Know of the Existence of Gods

A chill ran down their spines as they watched Zou Zhayao and the others run off like madmen.

This person meant that they saw a deity in Wushan, and because they offended the deity, the deity destroyed them.

They were initially surprised and didn't understand what had happened, but after this person's reminder, they couldn't help but make a guess.

The more they thought about it, the more surprised and doubtful they became.

"The Great God of the Vast Ocean?"

"This name sounds like a god from Japan. What kind of god is this?"

Filled with doubt, Yue Feng and the others began to investigate the situation of the mountain god Cangming Yutian Daishin.

As news of the Kiriyama incident spread, major powers such as Britain and the United States also learned the details.

The White House.

"Kiriyama?"

"The Great God of the Vast Ocean?"

"Investigate this Misty Mountain and the situation of the Great God of the Vast Ocean!"

This scene is not uncommon and occurs in various countries.

Soon, through investigations by agents and intelligence agencies from various countries, they learned some of the details.

Cangming Yutian Daishin, in Japanese mythology, is the supreme god who rules over the sea and the heavens.

Of course, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that the information about the gods on Mount Wu is not only recorded in Japan, but also in China.

Ancient Chinese books, including those on Taoism and Buddhism, record that this deity of Wushan existed as early as the Western Zhou Dynasty, two to three thousand years ago!

However, due to the great distance in time, much information is missing, and they have not been able to find out the specifics.

However, the fact that it has existed for two or three thousand years is enough to shock them.

At the same time, the information from the two countries of Fusang and Huaxia also suggests that gods really do exist in this world!

People from all countries were shocked to learn of this situation.

Most importantly, the power of the gods is so terrifying?

soon.

Time passed slowly under these circumstances, and the date arrived at March 29, 1974.

Shaanxi.

The chill of spring had not yet dissipated, and the wind still carried a hint of dry cold.

The village is small, with winding dirt roads and a few adobe houses scattered among the fields. The roofs are covered with old tiles, and the walls are mottled, clearly showing the marks of time.

The sky was still a bit hazy in the early morning, and in the distant fields, people were already working.

boom~

A muffled thud stood out clearly in the quiet fields.

A middle-aged villager with dark skin and a weathered face was bending over, swinging his hoe back and forth, turning up the soil and bringing with it the earthy smell.

He originally just wanted to dig a well on his own land, but when he put the hoe down, he felt something was wrong with the texture.

"Ok?"

He paused for a moment, then dug twice more with force.

Click~

This time, there was a clear cracking sound, and something was exposed from the soil.

He frowned, squatted down, and brushed away the loose soil with his hands.

Soon, a broken shard of pottery appeared in his palm.

The fragments vaguely show some carving marks, like armor?