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

Xu Jiande tried twice, but failed both times.

The experience of having one's soul attached to a bullet felt like being switched off by some kind of switch, or something that required specific conditions to trigger.

Perhaps the sniper died, and without the resonance of similar magical arts, his soul had no target to follow; perhaps it was an automatic stress response of the magical arts when encountering a threat from its own kind, similar to the instinct that a wild beast unleashes when encountering its natural enemy.

Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter now.

The important thing was that he couldn't stay here any longer; the Japanese encirclement was tightening, and he could already hear footsteps coming from his flank.

Xu Jiande slung his Type 38 rifle over his shoulder, crouched low, and ran quickly along the wall to the west side of the courtyard.

The Japanese were advancing from the south and east, the main street was to the north, and there was only a gap to the west.

He scaled a wall more than three meters high and found a new attack position in the alley to the west.

They continued to throw grenades from about 200 meters away from the courtyard wall.

The attack from the west had an immediate effect.

He had just lured away most of the Japanese troops from the south of the courtyard, leaving the defenses on the west side significantly weaker.

Xu Jiande took out his hand grenades and threw them one after another into the yard.

One grenade after another traced arcs across the night sky, the explosions echoing in the courtyard of the traditional courtyard house, while fragments of brick and wood flew out from above the courtyard walls.

Soon, seven or eight Japanese soldiers were killed or wounded by the bomb, and screams of agony filled the air.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Xu Jiande rushed forward more than fifty meters and continued throwing grenades along the outer side of the courtyard wall.

Three grenades flew over the wall and crashed into the house inside the yard.

After one of the rooms was blown open, a huge, strange noise suddenly erupted from inside.

Then a muffled and deeper sound rang out. Xu Jiande did not notice it at this time, but the Japanese soldiers in the courtyard immediately smelled a strong, pungent odor.

After that, the Japanese soldiers in the courtyard began to slowly fall down and start screaming in agony.

This scream was like experiencing the most unbearable pain.

Some people's hands and feet began to twitch, while others clutched their throats and coughed violently, coughing up not phlegm, but dark red blood-tinged foam.

Someone fell to the ground, blisters appearing on their skin. After the blisters burst, pale yellow pus oozed out, and the muscle tissue under the skin began to ulcerate.

Screams and wails came from that courtyard; it was a deeper, more visceral despair.

Although Xu Jiande didn't know what was happening, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Of course, Xu Jiande was also wondering what kind of scary thing was hidden in the house.

Some kind of poison gas, some kind of chemical weapon, some kind of terrifying existence that even the Japanese themselves couldn't control?

He recalled the sniper's memories, as well as the bizarre out-of-body experience of part of his own soul.

A chill ran down my spine.

I can't stay here any longer.

Xu Jiande checked his ammunition; he only had three grenades left, and he also had a pistol and three rifles hanging on his body.

They quickly evacuated along the alley to the west, unloading their rifles from their shoulders and checking the magazines as they ran.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Jiande returned to the vicinity of the courtyard house.

Climb over the wall into the courtyard, where the bluestone slabs gleamed faintly in the dim moonlight.

He walked quickly to his front door and gently pushed it open.

The door wasn't locked; it opened a crack silently.

"Who is it?" Bai Ling's wary voice came from the darkness.

"It's me," Xu Jiande said softly.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling breathed a long sigh of relief.

She walked quickly out of the bedroom. Her expression was obscured in the darkness, but her steps seemed lighter than before.

She had been too afraid to sleep, so she sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, listening intently to any sounds outside.

Of course, they also carried grenades and pistols.

Then, faintly, it seemed as if gunshots could be heard coming from afar.

Her heart clenched whenever she heard the gunshots.

Now that Xu Jiande has finally returned, my heart that had been hanging in suspense can finally rest.

"Why did you take so long today? I heard gunshots outside for almost an hour." Bai Ling walked up to him and looked him up and down.

By the moonlight filtering through the cracks in the window, she could vaguely see that Xu Jiande was covered in dust.

However, there should be no obvious bloodstains or injuries on his body.

"I encountered some strange Japanese soldiers." Xu Jiande unloaded the three rifles he was carrying on his back and placed them under the bed. He then briefly described the mysterious courtyard house.

Of course, he didn't mention that he possessed demonic arts, or that the other party might also practice demonic arts.

But when it came to the fact that something strange had been blown up, many Japanese soldiers cried out in great distress.

"The little devils are screaming so pitifully?" Bai Ling seemed puzzled, not knowing what was going on.

At that time, people were unaware of the Japanese army's bacteriological and chemical warfare tactics, and Bai Ling was naturally unaware of them either.

Even the organization's intelligence reports never mentioned that the Japanese were conducting experiments on living people in Northeast China.

In her view, it was normal for wounded Japanese soldiers to scream on the battlefield, but she couldn't imagine the kind of screams Xu Jiande described, with their festering skin and despair that seemed to seep from their very bones.

It was also terrifying.

However, for Bai Ling, it was a good thing that the Japanese were suffering so much.

The more miserable the Japanese devils are, the better.

She didn't ask any further questions and turned to go to the kitchen.

Bai Ling scooped a bowlful, brought it back, and handed it to Xu Jiande.

Xu Jiande took it and gulped it down in one go. The cold water flowed down his throat, washing away most of the lingering gunpowder taste.

Then put the empty bowl on the table, sit on the stool, and start taking off your shoes.

A large section of the sole was worn away, and the upper was covered in dust and brick fragments. I turned the shoe upside down and tapped it on the ground, and a small pile of dust came out.

Xu Jiande put his shoes in the corner, stood up and moved his toes, but he wasn't injured.

After being tempered by demonic energy, the skin on the soles of my feet became much thicker than before.

Then I went to take a shower.

There was still more than half a tank of water left in the kitchen. He scooped a few ladles of water into a wooden basin, then used a towel to soak up the water and wipe himself down.

I sweated much more tonight than last night; when I took off my clothes, the fabric on my back was completely wet.

You can wring water out of it.

The towel was used to wipe away the smell of gunpowder and blood from the skin, bit by bit.

The water was very cold, making his hair stand on end and pulling Xu Jiande out of his highly excited fighting state.

After taking a shower and returning to the bedroom, Bai Ling was already lying in bed.

Still in the same position against the wall, the blanket pulled up to her chest, her breathing steady and even.

Xu Jiande quietly got into bed, lay down on the other side of the bed, and pulled the blanket up a little.

"Alright, let's go to sleep, it's getting late."

"Mmm," Bai Ling responded, and soon fell asleep.

She had stayed up all night, anxiously waiting for Xu Jiande to return. Now that he was back, the tension eased, and sleepiness washed over her like a tidal wave, impossible to stop.

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On the other side, a strange smell was still emanating from the courtyard house that Xu Jiande had blown up.

The scent has faded so much that you wouldn't notice it unless you specifically looked for it.

But it still exists, slowly seeping out from the half-collapsed house and spreading outwards with the night wind.

It was as if something had been rotting underground for a long time, and finally a hole was blasted open, and it started to come out.

At this moment, the Japanese corpses lying haphazardly in the courtyard have completely changed their appearance.

The corpse's skin was covered with large patches of blisters, bulging and filled with pale yellow pus; some had ruptured, and pus was dripping down the folds of the skin.

The ulcerated muscle tissue underneath was exposed.

The muscles were no longer a normal red, but a dark purple that looked like something had burned from the inside.

Several of the corpses had faces that were no longer recognizable; their noses and lips had rotted away, exposing the bones underneath.

These Japanese soldiers were shot and killed by the Japanese themselves.

About a quarter of an hour after Xu Jiande left, strange things first appeared in the bombed-out house.

Several Japanese soldiers who were closest to the enemy began to cough violently, coughing up large amounts of dark red blood and froth.

Then my skin started to itch, beginning at my fingertips and behind my ears, and then quickly spreading all over my body.

The itch wasn't like the itch from mosquito bites; it felt like countless tiny insects were crawling, biting, and burrowing into the flesh beneath the skin.

It was worse than death.