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

Xu Jiande opened his eyes, got out of bed, walked to the door and opened it.

Aunt Erda stood outside the door, clutching a handkerchief so faded from washing that its original color was unrecognizable, wiping away tears.

Her face was covered in wrinkles from unwiped tears, and the sides of her nose were red and chapped from being rubbed with a handkerchief.

It's been more than half a day since Liu Haizhong was taken away by the Japanese soldiers this morning. She doesn't dare to go out to ask for information or ask for help. She can only sit at home and wait.

When it was getting dark and he couldn't wait any longer, he finally mustered up the courage to go find Xu Jiande.

"Jiande, about your brother Haizhong..." Aunt Er's voice was hoarse, as if her throat had been rubbed with sandpaper.

Xu Jiande looked at her and recalled that morning in the courtyard, Liu Haizhong was standing at the front of the crowd. His wife's testimony was not recognized by the Japanese. Husbands and wives were not considered witnesses. This rule blocked the way out for so many people.

"Sister Liu, Hai Zhong was taken away because no one could prove where he was in the middle of last night." Xu Jiande's voice wasn't loud, but he spoke slowly, making sure that Aunt Er could hear every word clearly.

"There's no use rushing this. The Imperial Army is investigating very thoroughly now, but Hai Zhong is indeed innocent. Once the investigation is complete, he will be released. There's nothing else I can do."

Aunt Er's eyes reddened again. She knew Xu Jiande was telling the truth, but she was unwilling to give up. She continued to plead for him.

Xu Jiande said proudly, "Alright, Aunt Liu, I'll inquire about it for you tomorrow."

Auntie Er finally cheered up, wiped her face haphazardly with a handkerchief, nodded, and kept saying thank you.

After seeing his second aunt off, Xu Jiande closed the door, turned around, and leaned against the door panel.

Bai Ling stood at the kitchen door. The two looked at each other for a moment, but neither of them spoke.

He plans to go see Wang Xiaoyong tomorrow, but not for Liu Haizhong alone. He wants to find out where the group of people arrested today are being held and what the Japanese plan to do with them.

Help Liu Haizhong if you can, but more importantly, find out where the Japanese are holding him and how many soldiers are guarding him. If you or Bai Ling are captured one day, at least you'll know where to escape and how to get rescued.

Next, Xu Jiande plans to rest well and then practice his skills to better integrate the blood and resentment in his body.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jiande couldn't fall asleep at around 10 p.m. and felt irritable and restless.

Now Xu Jiande knew that it was still because of the demonic power that he was not allowed to stop and was told to continue his killing spree that night.

In the Demon Sect, they really are a tough nut to crack.

Xu Jiande felt the vortex of energy surging in his dantian. It wasn't the stuffy, bloated feeling of resentment that he felt during the day; it was more proactive and more irritable, as if something was trapped in a cage and scratching at the cage door with its claws.

The demonic energy circulated faster and faster in the meridians, and with each rotation, the agitation intensified.

Xu Jiande was speechless.

Today he was forced to kill his compatriots with his own hands, vomited uncontrollably at Caishikou, and then bombed the square before returning. He originally wanted to rest for a few nights and see how things developed.

But my body won't allow it.

The demonic energy within his body was like a wild beast starved for too long, rampaging through his meridians and making every blood vessel burn. If this restlessness wasn't released, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, let alone lie still.

He had no choice but to tell Bai Ling that he was going out that night.

Bai Ling was sitting on the edge of the bed mending an old garment when she heard this. She looked up, her face showing obvious surprise: "Why are you going out again? Didn't you say you weren't going out these past few days?"

Xu Jiande smiled wryly and explained, "After seeing so many Japanese devils kill today, I can't rest easy if I don't go out and kill a few of them. My kung fu is all about achieving inner peace, so I have to do this."

Bai Ling never expected such a thing to happen.

I recalled what Xu Jiande had said about the more than one hundred people who had been brutally murdered at Caishikou during the day, and I also remembered the gray cloth jacket that Xu Jiande wore when he returned, stained with blood.

She didn't know much about martial arts, but she thought that people who practice martial arts often start fighting at the drop of a hat, so maybe there really is a way that the more fiery one's temper, the more powerful one's skills.

After a moment of silence, he placed the half-mended garment on the edge of the bed and said, "Then be careful."

Xu Jiande readily agreed. He valued his life more than anyone else.

Around 1 a.m., Xu Jiande sat up in bed.

Bai Ling was already used to being gently woken up by him at this time. When she opened her eyes, she saw him putting a grenade on his waist. His movements were more efficient than a few days ago, and the grenade made almost no metallic clanging sound when it was put on his belt.

"Where are we going tonight?" Bai Ling asked in a low voice.

"Nearby. Not far," Xu Jiande said. "Just find a few Japanese soldiers, kill them, and come right back."

Bai Ling didn't ask any more questions. She got out of bed and waited for him to leave before locking the door again.

Xu Jiande climbed over the courtyard wall and landed in the alley.

The moonlight was dimmer tonight than last night. The clouds obscured the moon, leaving only a blurry halo. The alley was so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of your face.

He walked north along the wall, his steps quick but almost silent.

He had walked this route at least ten times; he could find the fork in the road on Dongsi Street with his eyes closed.

Tonight's goal is simple: just find some Japanese devils and take them out.

Having no goal is perhaps the biggest goal in itself.

Walking down the street, Xu Jiande suddenly felt that coming out to deal with the Japanese devils tonight might be the best thing to do.

Because of the surprise, the courtyard manager hasn't started work yet.

Upon realizing this, Xu Jiande felt that, in the darkness, the demonic energy seemed to be circulating even faster.

Can't help but stunned.

Although it was just randomly picking Japanese soldiers to kill, it was actually a well-planned location.

Two are on the fork in the road north of Dongsi Street, and one is at the intersection of Gulou East Street.

Each sentry post had two to three Japanese soldiers, with no machine guns, only rifles and grenades.

Xu Jiande is now very familiar with dealing with this type of sentry, and he can take them down in a few breaths in a head-on confrontation, let alone a sneak attack.

He first found the first sentry post.

Two Japanese soldiers were dozing off against sandbags, while another was pacing back and forth with a rifle in hand, his steps slow, clearly also nearing his limit.

Xu Jiande didn't use his bayonet as usual. Instead, he picked up a stone the size of a goose egg from the ground, held it in his hand, and weighed it.

When the pacing Japanese soldier reached the furthest point, he emerged from the shadows and smashed a stone into the back of the guard's head. The stone flew faster than a fist, striking the back of the head with a dull thud.

The Japanese soldier fell forward without uttering a sound.

Another dozing Japanese soldier was awakened by the noise. As soon as he opened his eyes, Xu Jiande's bayonet was already piercing his throat.

He drew his sword, turned around, and before the other Japanese soldier could wake up, Xu Jiande's bayonet flew out of his hand and pierced his eye socket.

Three moves, three lives.

Xu Jiande dragged the three corpses behind the sandbags and placed them close together. He then searched for the grenades and ammunition and picked up a rock the size of a goose egg.

Tonight he plans to use stones and bayonets as much as possible, rather than grenades.

The sound of the grenade exploding would alert the patrol team; what he wanted now was not large-scale chaos, but a clean and efficient hunt.

Of course, the matter was not over yet. He posted two more notices, stating that he would pay for the many Chinese people killed by the Japanese devils at Jiaochangkou with blood and take revenge tenfold.

Clearly, this is not a typical confrontation.

This also marks another increase in intensity for the game "Coward".

The second sentry post followed the same pattern. Stones cleared the way, bayonets finished them off, and the battle was over in less than a minute.

The Japanese soldiers at the third sentry post were slightly more alert. One of them heard the sound of his comrade falling to the ground and had already raised his gun by the time Xu Jiande approached.

But before he could fire, Xu Jiande had already rushed in front of him and smashed his Adam's apple with a punch.

Three sentries, nine Japanese soldiers.

Xu Jiande squatted behind the sandbags, still waiting to see if the Japanese would come.

No one came, which left me feeling a little disappointed.