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

The so-called "Japanese probes" refer to these suspicious individuals, who are either Japanese agents or people planted by the Japanese.

They deliberately acted suspiciously, secretly auditing the courtyard administrators; if anyone acted intentionally, they would be taken away immediately.

On this day, seventeen courtyard administrators were taken away and subjected to brutal interrogation for failing to detect suspicious persons in time.

The investigation revealed that three of them were members of major political parties, five were members of the Guo Wengui Party, and the rest were ordinary citizens.

But after being interrogated, all sixteen of them were killed by the Japanese.

All I can say is that the Japanese devils are truly cunning, cruel, and shameless.

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After dinner, Yi Zhonghai approached Xu Jiande, saying he had something to discuss.

Xu Jiande naturally agreed. The two then went to the courtyard. Seeing that no one was around, Yi Zhonghai glanced at Xu Jiande, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said.

"Jiande, there's something I need to tell you. Your wife, Bai Ling, is new, and a lot of people in the compound know about her. You'd better think about this, so that if anyone uses this against you, you'll have an explanation."

Xu Jiande raised his head and looked at Yi Zhonghai.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Yi Zhonghai's expression was sincere, and his eyes even carried a hint of concern, as if he was genuinely just thinking of his neighbor.

Xu Jiande thought for a moment and said he understood and thanked him.

Yi Zhonghai nodded and turned to walk into his house.

Xu Jiande watched his figure disappear behind the door, clenched his fist. If Yi Zhonghai tried to threaten him, he would kill him as soon as possible.

However, Yi Zhonghai's attitude seems ambiguous right now, so we can only wait and see, and act accordingly.

Of course, he also knew that Yi Zhonghai was a more complex person than he had imagined.

They were more enthusiastic than anyone else in helping the Japanese capture people, but then they secretly reminded them of their own crimes.

Putting these two things together, it's hard to tell which one truly reflects his true feelings.

Perhaps it was all genuine.

Back inside, Bai Ling was sitting at the table mending an old garment.

Xu Jiande relayed Yi Zhonghai's words to her, and Bai Ling put down her needlework after hearing them.

After discussing it, the two decided to keep a close watch on Yi Zhonghai in secret, and if Yi Zhonghai discovered anything amiss, they would act immediately.

Of course, if they are discovered, Bai Ling will most likely not escape, but Xu Jiande will probably still be able to get away with it.

But it requires a surprise attack.

That night.

Xu Jiande lay in bed until one o'clock in the morning before opening his eyes.

Bai Ling was already used to it.

Xiao Xujiande has been going out every day these past few days.

Before leaving the house, he would check his bayonets, grenades, and pistols, touching each one as if he were touching a string of prayer beads.

She stopped asking him where he was going and stopped telling him to be careful. Some words lose their weight if spoken too often, and besides, she knew Xu Jiande cared more about his life than she did.

There is still no moon tonight.

The clouds were thick, completely obscuring the starlight.

When Xu Jiande climbed over the courtyard wall and landed in the alley, it was so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

But this was not a problem for him. He poured demonic energy into his eyes, and the walls, debris, and withered grass in the cracks of the walls in the darkness became clear.

Tonight's target is the three mobile checkpoints on the north side of Dongsi Street.

These three outposts were locations he had scouted during the day. Each outpost had two Japanese soldiers, and they had no machine guns, only rifles and grenades.

The shift change is at 2 a.m., so going now will allow us to start just before the shift changes.

The first checkpoint was at the corner of a narrow alley.

Two Japanese soldiers leaned against sandbags, one dozing off, the other pacing back and forth with a rifle in his hand.

The pace was slow, the butt of the rifle dragging on the ground with a soft, scraping sound.

Xu Jiande crouched behind a low wall ten meters away, and moved when the pacing Japanese soldier turned around and walked to the other side.

His control over his power is now more than twice as precise as before.

Before, when I rushed out, my feet would always make a slight gust of wind, but now I make almost no sound when I step on the bluestone slabs.

This wasn't a deliberate attempt to lighten the pace; rather, the demonic energy automatically adjusted the way each of his muscles exerted force, allowing him to accelerate to the maximum speed in the shortest distance while evenly distributing the impact force upon landing across his entire foot.

As the Japanese soldier paced to the far end of the corner, Xu Jiande was already right behind him the instant he turned around.

He covered his mouth with his left hand, and stabbed the bayonet into his lower back with his right hand, the tip of the blade piercing his abdomen at an angle.

The Japanese soldier's body suddenly stiffened, then went limp, without even having time to utter a sound.

Xu Jiande gently laid the body down on the ground, drew his bayonet, and turned to walk towards the one dozing on the sandbag.

He plunged a knife into the throat, and when he pulled it out, a sliver of flesh came out with it.

Both Japanese soldiers died within five seconds.

Xu Jiande squatted down to search the body.

Four hand grenades, two magazines, and two Type 38 rifles.

He hung the grenade on his waist, put the magazine in his pocket, and slung the rifle on his back.

Then continue north, heading towards the second outpost.

The second checkpoint was located in front of an abandoned grocery store.

The two Japanese soldiers here were not asleep; they were sitting on sandbags chatting quietly, their voices very low.

Xu Jiande circled around to the side of the grocery store, climbed over a low wall, and landed in the small courtyard behind the store.

There were several empty wooden crates and a broken water vat piled up in the yard, and the air smelled musty and urinous.

He sneaked in through the back door of the shop, passed through the empty store, and found the front door half open, with two Japanese soldiers sitting less than two steps away.

Xu Jiande leaned against the inside of the door frame and could hear their breathing.

Xu Jiande didn't have to wait long.

He darted out from behind the door frame and plunged his knife into the back of the neck of the Japanese soldier on his left. The tip of the knife pierced through the cervical vertebrae, causing the man's body to jerk violently before he collapsed forward as if his bones had been removed.

The Japanese soldier on the right reacted quickly, standing up abruptly to grab the rifle leaning against the sandbag, but before he could even raise the gun, Xu Jiande had already stabbed him in the neck from the side with his second knife.

The blade made a soft hissing sound as it severed the trachea and carotid artery. Blood splattered onto the store's door panel, its color indistinguishable in the darkness, only a strong rusty smell emanating from it.

Four more grenades and two rifles.

Xu Jiande did not rush to leave.

He dragged the two bodies into the grocery store, leaned them against the wall, and used an empty wooden box to block them.

From the outside, the sandbag bunker appears abandoned, and no one will notice anything unusual until dawn.

Then he continued north, making his way to the third outpost.

The third checkpoint was located in the most remote area, at the end of a dead end.

Few people usually pass through this area. The Japanese set up this checkpoint not mainly for inspection, but to guard the low wall at the end of the alley.

Behind the wall is an abandoned residential area with complex terrain, making it easy for people to hide.

Xu Jiande did not use a knife this time.

He picked up a stone the size of a goose egg from the ground, held it in his hand, and weighed it in his hand.

Two Japanese soldiers, one standing behind a sandbag and the other sitting beside it smoking.

Xu Jiande threw the stone, which, with a sharp whooshing sound, struck the smoking Japanese soldier precisely on the temple with a crisp crack.

The man slumped to the side and fell to the ground, motionless.

Before the standing man could react, Xu Jiande had already rushed in front of him and smashed his Adam's apple with a punch.

Three outposts, six Japanese soldiers.

Adding to the more than thirty people he had killed in the past few days, tonight's victory further fueled his demonic power.

Just then, Xu Jiande's body began to give him a frantic warning, as if he were being pointed at by ten heavy machine guns.

He could die at any moment.

Run as fast as you can right away.

Suddenly, it got light.