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

The victim was young, in his early twenties, with his face covered in scabs and bruises. His mouth was cut and swollen, one eye was closed, and the other eye was also injured.

He had many wounds on his body, and his clothes were soaked in blood and stuck to his body. There was a cut on his shoulder that was still bleeding.

His hands were tied behind his back, and he knelt on the bluestone slab. Bloodstains were worn on his knees, but his back was straight.

Xu Jiande immediately understood that this was a true resistance fighter.

Seeing this scene, Xu Jiande recalled the spy drama "Kite" he watched before he traveled through time. In it, Sixth Brother stood next to the female underground party member and whispered in his ear, "The one who sent you on your way is your comrade. Please don't blame him." Then he shot and killed Zeng Moyi.

Unexpectedly, it was my turn.

At that time, Xu Jiande sat in front of the computer, looking at Sixth Brother's expressionless face, and felt that this person was suffering from extraordinary pain.

And now, I should be pretty much the same.

But there was no other choice.

Xu Jiande gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and silently vowed in his heart, "This patriotic warrior, I must kill you today, but your death will not be in vain."

"The blood on this knife in my hand today, I will make the Japanese devils pay a hundredfold. From this day forward, I will keep a record of every life of the Great Xia people who were killed."

"I swear, those who have committed blood debts must pay with blood."

As soon as the vow was made, the once clear sky suddenly darkened.

A large patch of dark clouds suddenly appeared from nowhere, pressing down heavily overhead and completely obscuring the sun.

Then a bolt of lightning cleaved through the clouds, illuminating the entire Caishikou area in a stark white light. Immediately following, a deafening rumble of thunder rolled overhead, causing the bluestone slabs on the square to tremble slightly.

This sudden change in the weather stunned everyone present.

The courtyard caretakers looked up at the sky, their faces showing surprise and uncertainty.

Some clasped their hands together and muttered incantations; others' legs went weak and they almost knelt down.

Among the kneeling tortured men, some raised their heads to look at the dark clouds, their chapped lips moving as if they were saying something. Even the Japanese soldiers with their rifles couldn't help but look up.

This celestial phenomenon was sudden and strange.

Many people in Daxia believe in this.

For no reason at all, thunder and lightning suddenly strike on a sunny day. Isn't that just God being angry?

Everyone looked at Xu Jiande.

Xu Jiande stood directly beneath the dark cloud, his sword in hand, the young resistance fighter kneeling before him. The flashes of lightning illuminated his face, casting flickering shadows on his expression.

Xu Jiande slowly raised his sword, the blade above his head, the body gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the shadows.

The young resistance fighter raised his head and looked at him with his still-open eye.

There was no pleading or fear in his eyes, only an inexplicable anger.

Xu Jiande then slashed at the other man's neck.

The first blow struck his neck, the blade embedding itself in the flesh, blood trickling down the edge. The young man's body jolted violently, letting out a muffled groan.

Xu Jiande slashed a second time, this time also at the neck. The blade sliced ​​through the bone, making a very faint cracking sound.

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut.

Xu Jiande closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pretended to lack strength and be afraid of shaking his hands with each cut, making the cuts neither too deep nor too shallow, and acting extremely disheveled.

The blood on her face, whether from splattering or from biting her lip, dripped down her chin, staining a large area of ​​her shirt red.

Finally, after the sixth stab, the opponent died completely.

At this moment, a tremendous surge of resentment erupted from the young man's corpse. Cold and heavy, carrying intense hatred and unwillingness, it burrowed into Xu Jiande's arm along the blade, flowing through his meridians and converging towards his dantian.

The amount of resentment was enormous, as intense as killing a Japanese soldier, but it was completely different from the blood and energy of a Japanese soldier.

Resentment is cold and bitter, carrying the deepest negative emotions of the deceased before their death.

Xu Jiande felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by an icy hand, making it so painful that he could hardly breathe.

This sadness stems from resentment, but even more so from the fact that he was killing his fellow countrymen.

He then squatted on the ground, braced his hands on the bluestone slab, and began to vomit violently.

I vomited up all the cornbread and corn porridge I ate for breakfast. In the end, all that was left was sour water. I was still dry heaving and my whole body was convulsing from vomiting.

This is clearly an act.

The Japanese soldiers, seeing his appearance, were not angry at all; instead, they applauded.

The major walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said in broken Chinese, "You've done a good job," before gesturing for him to step aside.

With Xu Jiande taking the lead, the Japanese began urging the other 400-plus courtyard administrators to complete their tasks.

The square immediately descended into chaos.

Someone had just raised his knife when he cried, knelt on the ground saying he couldn't do it, and was immediately slapped by a Japanese soldier, the butt of his rifle hitting his back, and he lay on the ground unable to get up.

Someone held a knife with both hands, the tip of the knife trembling in the air for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and chopped down. After finishing, he squatted down and vomited even more than Xu Jiande.

Some people dropped their knives halfway through a chop, covered their faces and wailed, only to be kicked twice by the Japanese soldiers before picking up their knives again and continuing to chop.

Some vomited, some cried, some collapsed on the ground, and some stood motionless like they had lost their souls after the attack.

More than 400 courtyard administrators took turns going up and killing the more than 100 civilians and resisters one by one.

The scene was chaotic and disgusting.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and the sour stench of vomit, making one's stomach churn.

Bloodstains and traces of vomit were everywhere on the bluestone slab, and flies had begun to swarm, buzzing around the bloodstains.

The screams, cries, vomiting, shouts of the Japanese soldiers, and the clanging of bayonets mingled together, turning Caishikou into a living hell.

Meanwhile, Xu Jiande, the first to become an executioner, attracted even more resentment. It was as if all the resentment of the dead had been transferred to him, and the resentment within him was growing stronger.

A chill seeped from the very marrow of his bones, as if someone had extracted his bone marrow and replaced it with ice water.

I felt colder and colder.

Of course, their strength is growing stronger and stronger.

Strangely, this layer of ice did not freeze the flow of demonic energy; instead, it seemed to add a whetstone to the demonic energy.

Each time the demonic energy circulates, it grinds against this layer of ice, making the demonic energy sharper and more solid.

His cultivation was growing in a way he had never experienced before, but this growth did not make him happy.

With each step he grew stronger, the resentment of one of his compatriots remained forever within him.

He stood in the sunlight, his whole body ice-cold.

An hour later, this inhuman act of pledge of allegiance finally came to an end.

When the five hundred courtyard managers walked out of the square, almost none of them were clean.

His clothes, hands, and face were covered in stains from blood and vomit.

Then they began to leave.

At this point, Xu Jiande said he needed to use the restroom.