The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Bai Ling stared at Xu Jiande's face with a strange look in her eyes.

There are also experts in the underground party: sharpshooters, those who can parkour on rooftops and scale walls, and master thieves who can open any lock with a single wire.

But she had never seen anyone who could knock her unconscious with a single roar, and those four Japanese soldiers were very likely killed by him.

This is something that ordinary people cannot do, or even that normal people can do.

He was practically a master like Sun Lutang, even more powerful than the legendary marksman Li Shuwen.

This rice shop owner named Xu Jiande harbors a big secret.

"Those four..." Bai Ling asked again.

Before she fainted, she remembered the four plainclothes officers approaching step by step. When she woke up, she was in this abandoned park, quiet and deserted.

"I killed him," Xu Jiande said directly.

Bai Ling was silent for a while, then relaxed completely.

Her lips moved as if she were saying something, but her voice was too soft for Xu Jiande to hear.

After listening carefully, I realized that Bai Ling was asking, "Who exactly are you?"

Xu Jiande did not answer the question, but said, "Wait a minute, I'll take you to my house later."

Bai Ling nodded.

Xu Jiande glanced in the direction of the park's entrance to make sure no one was passing by before continuing, "Given the current situation in Beijing, a stranger like you is easily noticed. Especially since you're injured, you won't stand up to scrutiny."

Bai Ling didn't speak, but simply nodded again.

She knew these things better than Xu Jiande.

She was on a mission last night, and all her comrades died. She managed to escape only by fighting with all her might.

At the time, I thought I was just lucky, but now it seems that the other party was fishing for me, and they even managed to find Xu Jiande.

It's only because Xu Jiande is skilled that this trouble happened.

I thought to myself that these Japanese devils are indeed formidable, after all, they are very powerful in combat and also in special operations.

Xu Jiande then said to Bai Ling, "Let's not think about that now. The most important thing right now is to settle you down. It's fine for you to come back to the courtyard house with me, but you must have an identity that can withstand scrutiny."

Bai Ling nodded: "As I said before, how about I pretend to be your cousin and come here from the countryside to seek refuge with you?"

"My cousin is okay, but she's not the best," Xu Jiande said seriously after thinking for a moment.

"My cousin's stay is temporary; it's fine for her to stay for three to five days. But if she stays longer, the neighbors will start to have doubts. A young woman living in a single man's house—even if they're relatives, they'll gossip. It doesn't stand up to scrutiny."

Bai Ling pondered for a moment.

She knew that Xu Jiande was right.

The most important thing about having an underground work identity is how naturally you can hide it.

A single woman living in a single man's house—my identity as her cousin can only provide temporary relief; it won't stand up to scrutiny.

I'd like to offer further suggestions.

Xu Jiande immediately said, "How about we pretend to be husband and wife, Miss Bai?"

Xu Jiande immediately continued to explain, "Just say you're my wife, from outside the Great Wall, and that you fled here after the Japanese occupied the three northeastern provinces. That way, it'll be perfectly legitimate for you to live in the rice shop, and no one can find fault with it."

Bai Ling didn't hesitate for long before saying, "Okay."

They agreed readily. Those who work underground receive specialized training in impersonation.

"Then it's settled," Xu Jiande said. "We'll double-check the details."

A few minutes later, the two checked each other's identities and went over the details several times.

After discussing these matters, Xu Jiande looked at Bai Ling's left rib and asked, "What's the condition of your injury now?"

Bai Ling glanced down, frowned, and said, "The ribs shouldn't be broken, but the muscle injuries are quite severe."

As he spoke, a look of pain crossed his face. "I guess I need to see a doctor. The incision will get infected if it's not treated."

Xu Jiande thought for a moment and said, "But given the current situation, hospitals and pharmacies are definitely being targeted."

Bai Ling nodded. This was also what she had been thinking about, which was why she had a headache.

At the same time, he thought to himself, how come Xu Jiande knows so much about this? It's too strange. He's also so skilled. Could he be one of our own, or an elite agent from the Kuomintang?

Bai Ling thought about it for a while, hesitated, and finally made up her mind, saying, "Mr. Xu, perhaps I should leave. I can't be a burden to you any longer. I'll figure out how to treat this injury myself."

She was already supporting herself as she said this, her tone conveying a resolute determination.

Xu Jiande reached out and pressed down on her shoulder.

"Sister Bai Ling," he said, "I also have some expertise in healing, and I can help you."

Bai Ling looked up at him.

Xu Jiande's expression was serious, and his tone was calm.

She recalled that just now, this person opened his mouth, roared, and she saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; the four plainclothes officers were instantly killed by him.

Then he recalled last night in the alley, when he took a bayonet and stabbed two fully armed Japanese soldiers to death with two strokes, his movements as clean and efficient as killing chickens.

This person's skills are the best among everyone she knows.

Far ahead.

If he says he can heal wounds, then he probably really can.

"...Then I'll have to trouble you," Bai Ling said.

"Don't mention it," Xu Jiande stood up, handed one of the captured pistols to Bai Ling, and said, "We are all sons and daughters of Great Xia, it's only right."

Upon hearing these words, Bai Ling felt a slight jolt in her heart.

He lowered his head, quickly wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, then stood up and followed Xu Jiande.

The two walked out of the abandoned park one after the other, turned into the alley, and headed towards the courtyard house.

Xu Jiande greeted several pedestrians he encountered on the way.

When you reach the intersection of Nanluoguxiang, you can see the gray tiled roofs of the courtyard houses in the distance.

Xu Jiande slowed his pace and turned to Bai Ling, saying, "There are quite a few people living in the courtyard, but most of them aren't here right now. Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong went to the steel rolling mill, and He Daqing and Xu Wude went to the vegetable market; they probably haven't returned yet."

These are all the people that Xu Jiande and Bai Ling just mentioned.

Bai Ling nodded and straightened her back.

Although my left rib is still aching slightly, my gait and demeanor have improved.

Xu Jiande pushed open the courtyard gate, and the courtyard was empty.

The bloodstains on the ground had been covered by yellow soil, and He Daqing and Xu Wude had indeed not returned.

Everyone's doors, including Jia Zhangshi's, were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

The two walked through the courtyard and opened the door to Xu Jiande's house.

After entering the room, Bai Ling subconsciously walked to the window and peeked out through the crack.

This was a very professional move. Xu Jiande pretended not to notice and said, "Sit down first. I'll hide the gun and grenades. We'll see how to treat you later."

Bai Ling nodded.

……

Almost simultaneously, the Japanese agents discovered that their four comrades were missing. They immediately began searching and found the location where the four dead Japanese soldiers had been hidden an hour later.

Report immediately.

Suzuki arrived immediately and saw four Special Higher Police officers. One had his forehead smashed open, and the remaining three had their Adam's apples completely shattered. Footprints were clearly visible on their necks.

The marks are from someone stepping on and breaking a person's cervical vertebra.

Four highly trained special-grade field assistants were wiped out in a single encounter, like chickens being slaughtered.

Suzuki mentally processed the scene; there must have been at least seven or eight attackers, and it was a sneak attack, so they must have been quite skilled.

"These are definitely resistance fighters, soldiers of the Great Xia army, or special agents."

Suzuki reasoned again.

Five minutes later, Suzuki drew a circle on the map with his finger and said, "Spread out the net, radiating outwards from here for a full five blocks."

"Search this area house to house. Deploy two hundred men, along with guard dogs. Once the target is spotted, capture them alive if possible, or kill them if necessary."

"Hai!"

Less than ten minutes after the order was given, two hundred Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were divided into more than a dozen search teams and began a carpet search in all directions, with Wutou Hutong as the center.

Three wolfhounds were led out of their cages and sniffed around along the stone-paved alley.

The sounds of boots, dogs barking, banging on doors, and shouts in Japanese and Mandarin echoed through the hutongs of Beijing.