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

For years, relying on being a widow, Jia Zhangshi has acted arrogantly and domineeringly in the courtyard, and no one has dared to lay a hand on her.

Many people avoid her when they see her, and the original owner of this body didn't dare to utter a sound when she bullied him.

She never expected that Xu Jiande, who was usually honest and unassuming, would dare to hit her.

"You...you dare hit me?"

"I'm hitting you." Xu Jiande took a step forward, looking down at her. "These are my things. I don't give them to you, and you can't take them. Got it?"

Jia Zhangshi opened her mouth, wanting to curse, but when she met Xu Jiande's eyes, she suddenly shivered.

Xu Jiande had just killed nearly sixty Japanese soldiers outside the city, and the smell of blood on his body hadn't even dissipated yet.

This almost scared Jia Zhangshi so much she peed her pants.

The old woman got up from the ground, covered her face, and took several steps back, almost slipping and falling.

He scrambled back into his house, still yelling, "Don't you dare leave! I'll go find all the neighbors in the courtyard tomorrow and they'll judge who beat up the widow!"

Xu Jiande didn't even glance at her, lit the kerosene lamp, and began inspecting the original owner's home.

The room was a complete mess.

The cabinet door was wide open, and the contents were in disarray. The lid of the rice container was off, and a large portion of the cornmeal inside was missing. Some flour was scattered on the floor, leaving white marks everywhere.

Xu Jiande stood at the door, looking at the mess, and suddenly felt very tired.

It's not just physical fatigue.

Although the wound on his leg still hurt, and although he had just been forced to use the ultimate technique by the Blood Ancestor, which tore his muscles apart.

But what's even more tiring is the mental one.

Or rather, it's a worry about the future.

Less than a day after he transmigrated, he killed three Japanese soldiers at Lugou Bridge, rescued Bai Ling in an alley and killed two more Japanese soldiers, and was then surrounded by more than fifty Japanese soldiers, almost dying outside.

The Japanese devils would cause him trouble at any time, and in a continuous stream.

This is a chaotic world.

Furthermore, the Japanese devils outside want to kill you, and your neighbors inside want to take advantage of you; you face both external and internal troubles.

Xu Jiande sat down on the edge of the bed and re-bandaged the wound on his leg.

After a while, Xu Jiande remembered something, went to the bed, sat down, closed his eyes, and tried to feel the demonic energy in his dantian. This was the most important thing at that moment.

Strength is paramount.

Without the guidance of the Blood Ancestor, the heat flow seemed sluggish, as if it were blocked by something and did not flow smoothly.

Xu Jiande recalled a name from his past life: cardiovascular and cerebrovascular blockage. This time, his heart and brain were also blocked.

However, it is still necessary to perceive it.

Xu Wude gritted his teeth and guided the heat flow along his meridians little by little.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

It was slow and inefficient, but he didn't stop.

At the same time, I remembered that the Blood Ancestor had said that only by killing 100,000 Japanese devils could he be awakened from his slumber.

One hundred thousand Japanese soldiers, not enough to cover the entire city of Beijing? They need to go to other places, such as the upcoming Battle of Shanghai and the defense of Nanjing.

The former is currently the economic center of Great Xia, while Jingzhou is the capital and political center of the Guo Party government. If I have the ability, I must go there.

First, to defend our homeland; second, to fight the Japanese invaders and gain courage. Both were very important.

After cultivating for a while, Xu Jiande felt sleepy, so he opened his eyes and looked out the window.

The night was as dark as ink, and the faint sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance, carrying far in the silent night.

I know there are still people fighting tonight, but it's none of my business for now.

She then fell asleep.

The next morning, Xu Jiande woke up. By then, it was already quite bright, and he checked the house again.

Then I'll prepare some breakfast.

These days, most people are starving. Having steamed buns is considered a luxury, and having sweet potatoes is also a good thing.

Although the original owner ran a rice shop, she couldn't bear to eat rice herself.

Some people, like the charcoal seller who is reluctant to burn charcoal, and those dressed in fine clothes, are not silkworm farmers.

Just then, the sound of leather boots suddenly came from outside.

The clattering sound of footsteps on the bluestone slabs in the alley was both neat and jarring.

Of course, ordinary people wouldn't hear this clearly, but for Xu Jiande, whose physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, it was very obvious, like a machine was running over him.

Xu Jiande walked to the door and glanced outside; his pupils contracted slightly.

A group of people poured into the main gate of the courtyard house.

At the very front was a Japanese sergeant, not very tall but with broad shoulders, and the sword at his waist swayed with each step.

Behind him followed seven or eight Japanese soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles, their bayonets already fixed to the barrels, gleaming coldly in the morning light.

Behind them were two puppet soldiers, wearing khaki uniforms, with pistols at their waists, and their expressions were even more arrogant than those of the Japanese soldiers.

One of the puppet soldiers shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone come out! Everyone assemble in the courtyard! Hurry up!"

The sound echoed in the courtyard of the siheyuan.

Xu Jiande was stunned for a moment. He recognized this puppet soldier, whose name was Wang Xiaoyong. He had a good relationship with the original owner of the body and often bought rice here. Now, he had even bought five catties of rice on credit from the original owner of the body.

Xu Jiande tapped his fingers lightly on the door frame twice, his mind racing. He wondered if he had left any traces after killing the Japanese soldiers in the alley last night.

No, if they were there to arrest people, the Japanese wouldn't have gathered the residents so leisurely; they would have just kicked the doors down.

This isn't an arrest; it's something else entirely.

I took a deep breath, slowly walked out of the house, and stood in the courtyard.

They seemed very cooperative.

Sergeant and Wang Xiaoyong were both taken aback when they saw Xu Jiande cooperating so well, and then they started to smile.

They like people who are cooperative.

One door after another opened.

Yi Zhonghai came out of the east wing. He was wearing a faded work uniform and looked very nervous. He rubbed his fingers on the edge of his trouser leg.

This is his habitual action; the more nervous he is, the faster he rubs.

When Liu Haizhong came out of the west wing and saw so many Japanese soldiers standing in a row with their guns, his back involuntarily bent a little.

Yan Bugui came out of the south room, wearing his nearsighted glasses, and was equally nervous.

These three men, all born in 1912, are only in their early twenties now and have little experience. They're quite nervous about this kind of situation. They lack the composure and arrogance of men who will be grown up more than twenty years later.

Therefore, only when the country is prosperous can the people live in peace.

He Daqing came out of the north room, and for some reason, he started walking with a limp.

His wife, Liu, followed behind carrying He Yuzhu. Two-year-old He Yuzhu was seeing this for the first time and squirmed in his mother's arms until Liu slapped his bottom and calmed him down.

The deaf old woman also came out from the backyard.

She is actually only in her fifties and her legs are still quite nimble, but she walks extremely slowly, as if each step is on thin ice.

Of course, there's also Jia Zhangshi.

The old woman held Jia Dongxu's hand tightly in one hand.

Jia Dongxu was only six years old this year, and he was as thin as a bean sprout. He was frightened by the Japanese soldiers with guns in the courtyard and kept shrinking behind Jia Zhangshi.

Xu Jiande glanced at Jia Zhangshi, who happened to be looking over as well. Their eyes met briefly in the courtyard, and Jia Zhangshi immediately lowered her head.

The sting of that slap I received last night is still burning on my face.

Her lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

Everyone has arrived.

Thirty-four people stood in the courtyard, men, women, young and old, huddled together. No one dared to speak, and if a child cried, their mouth would be covered.

A suffocating silence hung in the air, like a string stretched to its limit, about to snap.

Wang Xiaoyong stood in the middle of the courtyard, cleared his throat, put his hands on his hips, looked around at the residents in the courtyard, and had an arrogant and domineering look on his face.

"Listen up! The officer is on orders from above to conduct a census in this area and establish files on good citizens! Has everyone from each household arrived?"

No one dared to speak.

Thirty or so people were crammed together in the courtyard, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He Yuzhu squirmed in his mother's arms, and Liu quickly covered his mouth, her fingers trembling.

Wang Xiaoyong waited for a moment, and when no one answered, he scanned the crowd and finally his gaze fell on He Daqing.

"He Daqing, is everyone from your compound here?"

Upon hearing this, He Daqing seemed to be summoned by a ghost; his legs trembled uncontrollably, and his face turned as white as paper.

He subconsciously glanced back at the crowd, his mind racing through the faces of everyone, but at that moment his mind went blank with fear, and he couldn't remember anything clearly.

"I...I..."

He stammered for a moment, then forced himself to say, "I...I don't know."

Wang Xiaoyong's fake smile vanished instantly. "You don't know? You don't even know if everyone in the yard is here? What are you good for?"

He Daqing opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say anything, a Japanese soldier strode past him.

The Japanese soldier wasn't tall, but he had broad shoulders, and the way he held his Type 38 rifle exuded a fierce and ruthless aura.

He walked up to He Daqing, and without saying a word, swung the butt of his rifle and smashed it down hard.