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

All the residents of the courtyard house were evicted, and men, women, and children huddled together, their faces filled with fear.

Some people weren't even wearing shoes, and some were holding children with their faces buried in their parents' arms.

He Daqing huddled at the back of the crowd, his back still throbbing with pain, but he dared not move, staring down at the tips of his shoes.

Xu Wude stood beside him, his face pale.

Jia Zhangshi was holding Jia Dongxu, who was still rubbing his eyes.

The deaf old woman stood at the very edge of the crowd, leaning on her cane. Her face was expressionless, her lips were tightly pursed, and she looked at the Japanese soldiers with bayonets as if she were looking at a group of beasts.

Xu Jiande stood in the crowd, and Bai Ling stood next to him.

Bai Ling's left rib injury hadn't fully healed, so she quietly leaned on Xu Jiande's shoulder.

Xu Jiande reached out and put his arm around her waist to help her lean back. He felt her body tense up slightly before slowly relaxing.

Wang Xiaoyong walked over, looked at Bai Ling standing next to Xu Jiande, paused for a moment, and then began to translate for the Japanese soldiers.

Wang Xiaoyong stood next to the sergeant, hands on his hips, cleared his throat, and began to speak loudly.

He said that the Imperial Army was ambushed by resistance fighters last night, and many Imperial Army soldiers died on the spot. This was an open provocation against the Japanese Imperial Army and an unforgivable crime.

"Fellow villagers, the Imperial Army is currently searching the entire city for resistance fighters. Everyone must cooperate."

His tone then turned sinister: "Those who know the truth but fail to report it will be killed without exception. Those who harbor resistance fighters will have their entire family executed. Those who report meritorious individuals will be richly rewarded."

He spoke in a fierce tone, and his expression was exactly the same as when he was scolding people in the courtyard yesterday. He was a dutiful lackey.

A murderous aura emanated from them.

It was only then that everyone learned that someone had launched a surprise attack on the Japanese outposts the previous night, killing many Japanese soldiers.

Some were happy, like He Daqing and Xu Wude, while others were afraid, worried about being implicated, such as Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. Some had mixed feelings.

Of course, only one and a half people knew the inside story: Xu Jiande and Bai Ling.

The lecture lasted for about ten minutes.

After Suzuki and Wang Xiaoyong finished speaking, Suzuki stood aside and ordered his Japanese soldiers to inspect each house one by one.

Several Japanese soldiers rushed into the house and ransacked it for a while, but found nothing, so they retreated.

Suzuki glanced at his watch, waved his hand, and signaled to end the meeting.

Wang Xiaoyong stepped forward again and said to the people in the courtyard, "Listen up! The Imperial Army is magnanimous and will not pursue the matter in your courtyard today. But remember, report any suspicious persons immediately!"

For some reason, everyone who looked at Wang Xiaoyong wanted to hit him and kill him.

However, this person seemed completely unaware of this.

He continued, "Also, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, He Daqing, you guys from the steel rolling mill, hurry up and report to the factory after breakfast! You still need to finish the work you didn't complete yesterday, don't keep the Imperial Army waiting!"

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoyong mention the steel rolling mill, Shi Tou's mother trembled violently.

She stood at the very edge of the crowd, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

She dared not cry out loud, but kept her head lowered as low as possible, her shoulders shaking violently, tears dripping onto her clothes.

The deaf old woman stood beside her and gently patted her back, but didn't know what to say.

Shi Tou was working at the steel mill yesterday when he was stabbed to death by Japanese soldiers with bayonets.

Now that Wang Xiaoyong is telling everyone to go back to work at the factory, it feels like someone is cutting into her heart again with a dull knife.

After the speech, the crowd dispersed.

Each household walked back with their heads down, no one spoke, only the sound of footsteps and the occasional cough.

When He Daqing reached Shi Tou's mother, he paused for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing and limped into his house.

Xu Wude followed behind, muttering something under his breath, but it was unclear; it was probably a curse directed at the Japanese.

Xu Jiande helped Bai Ling prepare to go back to the house. Just as they reached the door, they heard footsteps behind them.

"Brother Jiande." It was Wang Xiaoyong's voice.

Xu Jiande stopped and turned around. Wang Xiaoyong walked over, thought for a moment, and said, "The city is in chaos right now, but your rice shop can't close."

"The Imperial Army said that rice shops must be open every day; this is to reassure the people," Wang Xiaoyong continued.

Xu Jiande immediately gave a wry smile, "Brother Yong, you don't know, I only took 300 catties of coarse grains yesterday, which is not enough to sell at all."

"If it weren't for the purchase limit, it would have been sold out in less than half an hour."

Wang Xiaoyong sighed, waved his hand, and said, "You don't need to worry about this. In a few days, new grain will be delivered. The Imperial Army has already sent a batch of grain over; you can pick it up at the main store then."

Xu Jiande's heart skipped a beat.

Food is a strategic resource. Why did the Japanese begin organizing food supplies as soon as they entered the city? I suspect there must be a huge conspiracy behind this.

But his face showed no sign of hesitation; his tone was filled with obvious gratitude and excitement: "That's great! We have food, we have food! Brother Yong, thank you!"

That smile was so genuine, so genuine that even Bai Ling, watching from the side, felt that if she didn't know he had killed seven or eight Japanese soldiers in one go last night, she would have actually believed it.

Seeing this scene from afar, Jia Zhangshi felt both bitter and resentful.

In her opinion, it was simply a miracle that a scoundrel like Wang Xiaoyong could transform himself into a collaborator.

Wang Xiaoyong also took care of Xu Jiande, which made him even more of a bastard.

She spat on the ground and muttered "a dog relying on its master's power," but her voice was so low that no one could hear her.

The taste of Xu Jiande's slap was still fresh on her face, so she dared not speak out loud.

Wang Xiaoyong looked at Xu Jiande, then at Bai Ling, pondered for a moment, and then tilted his head towards the two of them: "Brother Jiande, come to your room."

Xu Jiande nodded, turned around, pushed open his own door, let Wang Xiaoyong and Bai Ling in, and then closed the door behind him.

The three people stood in the room, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Wang Xiaoyong's gaze lingered on Bai Ling for a moment, then he turned to Xu Jiande and asked, "Jiande, who is this young lady?"

Xu Jiande remained expressionless: "My wife."

"Your wife?" Wang Xiaoyong immediately smiled.

It was a genuine laugh, a laugh born of genuine amusement. "When did your wife arrive? I've never heard you mention her before."

"I just arrived yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Wang Xiaoyong's smile widened, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. Then, he suddenly became serious and said, "There's been fighting everywhere these days. The Imperial Army has blocked all the roads out of the city. How could your wife have gotten here?"

He shook his head, looked at Xu Jiande, and said with an expression that said, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Upon hearing this, both Xu Jiande and Bai Ling felt a pang of anxiety.

Xu Jiande's face didn't change much. He shifted his heels back half an inch, lowered his center of gravity, and the demonic energy in his dantian was already gathering momentum in his meridians.

He was confident that with just one punch, he could shatter Wang Xiaoyong's throat in a second.

Last time in the headless alley, he took down four plainclothes officers with a single punch. Now, having reached the second level of Qi Refining, he is even faster and stronger. With one punch, Wang Xiaoyong didn't even have time to utter a sound.

For some reason, Wang Xiaoyong felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a tiger.

This is a bodily instinctive reaction.

Of course, Xu Jiande also had a headache.

Killing Wang Xiaoyong was easy, but the trouble that followed was much bigger.

Wang Xiaoyong was a puppet soldier, a puppet army squad leader known to everyone in this alley.

If he dies here, the Japanese will definitely turn the entire courtyard upside down.

At that time, not only him and Bai Ling, but also He Daqing's family, Yi Zhonghai, the deaf old woman, and everyone in the entire courtyard will be buried with him.

Moreover, they had to escape from Beijing with the injured Bai Ling. Beijing was surrounded by the Japanese army like an iron barrel; how could the two of them hide? There was absolutely no way to hide.

The trouble is big.

Bai Ling's face was paler than Xu Jiande's.

Her fingers curled slightly inside her sleeve, as if she were ready to strike at any moment to silence the witness.

no way.

Neither of them spoke. The room was so quiet that the occasional footsteps coming from the courtyard outside the window could be heard.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyong suddenly turned to Bai Ling, his smile vanishing and replaced by a very serious expression.

His voice sounded a bit strange as he asked, "Young lady, how many people are in your hometown? Is it still three?"

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Wang Xiaoyong, a very subtle change flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Grandpa is gone, and Uncle is gone too. Only Third Uncle is still here."

Wang Xiaoyong's eyes flickered. He asked again, "How's Uncle's foot?"

Bai Ling looked at him and said, "Your legs are okay, but you often have headaches."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Xu Jiande stood between the two men and sensed a change in the atmosphere.