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

At this point, Bai Ling knew the truth and was no longer afraid.

I just felt that the monk was kept in the dark and had worked for nothing, which was both funny and pitiful.

Xu Jiande stood on the other side of the courtyard, watching the monk Liaoran's figure disappear outside the gate. His lips twitched slightly, and he turned and went into the house.

However, no one in the courtyard has seen any ghosts in the past two days.

Xu Jiande did this for two reasons: first, to give Master Ran face and keep the courtyard quiet; second, since no one dared to go out at night, he would be safe.

So every night, after midnight, I would go out. Each time, I would kill several people, or more.

After all, the coward game has already begun, so it can't be stopped.

After reaching the third level of Qi Refining, Xu Jiande's movements became faster and lighter than before. When he jumped over the courtyard wall and landed in the alley, his feet made almost no sound on the bluestone slabs.

In the past, we always had to carry plenty of grenades and bayonets when we went out, but things are different now.

In the darkness, he would target Japanese soldiers who were alone, drunk, or dozing against the wall. Often, he would send out a wisp of resentment from his fingertips, wrap it around the victim's neck, and after a moment, the man would silently collapse to the ground.

Aside from the scratches he made on his neck, there were no other external injuries.

The next day at dawn, the patrol team discovered the body. The military doctor examined it for a long time but could not determine the cause of death, so he could only report it as "sudden death".

This method of killing is easier and more covert than stabbing with a bayonet.

A bayonet kill will always leave a cut, a grenade kill will be too noisy, but this kind of murder out of resentment leaves no trace at all.

The only drawback is that it consumes too much energy and spirit; it can only be used a maximum of twice a night, and once that's gone, you have to rely on bayonets and grenades to replenish it.

However, over the past two months, more than half of the resentment crystals in his body have been consumed, replaced by demonic energy that is more condensed and purer than before.

Resentment is both a burden and a whetstone. The dregs worn away become deadly weapons, while the remaining essence is incorporated into demonic energy, pushing his cultivation level up again without him even realizing it.

The Japanese soldiers started to get scared.

At first, it was just a few sentries gossiping among themselves, saying that recently when they were on guard duty at night, they always felt a chill down their spine, as if something was watching them in the dark.

Later, more and more people died. Every few days, one or two soldiers would inexplicably die on guard posts, in alleys, or at the entrance of the barracks. The army doctors could not determine the cause of death.

The military police couldn't find the killer, so even the Special Higher Police came. They squatted next to the body and examined it with a magnifying glass for a long time, finally concluding that the cause of death was "unknown."

The cause of death is unknown, which is more terrifying than anything else. You can dodge bullets and block bayonets, but how can you defend against something that you can't see or touch?

It's unclear when it started, but a rumor began circulating in the military camp: those soldiers who died mysteriously had all done the same thing before they died—they had killed the people of Daxia.

Some say it's a new weapon for the resistance fighters, while others say it's the return of the murdered Daxia people seeking revenge.

The most bizarre rumor was that a squad leader had one of his soldiers participate in an execution the day before yesterday, and that very night he died at the entrance of the barracks, his neck covered in bloody scratches from his own claws, and his face contorted as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

After the squad leader reported the matter, he secretly went to a temple to get a talisman, not daring to let his superiors know.

The Japanese patrol routes began to change.

They used to dare to go into the alley in twos and threes to urinate in the middle of the night, but now no one dares to go out alone at night, and even going to the toilet requires two people to go together.

The number of executions has decreased significantly, not because people have become more lenient, but because someone would die inexplicably after each execution, making everyone afraid to volunteer for executions.

Even Sasaki Maki had to temporarily shelve the plan for a public execution, and his soldiers began to fear.

Xu Jiande saw all of this.

Every day, he would patrol in the short jacket with the word "pipe" printed on it, going back and forth under the noses of the Japanese soldiers. Occasionally, he would chat with Wang Xiaoyong at the alley entrance, smoking and listening to him talk about the recent rumors circulating within the Imperial Army.

No one knew that the "ghost killer" who struck fear into the hearts of all the Japanese soldiers in the city was squatting at the alley entrance, smoking half a cigarette, squinting at the sunset in the distance, and muttering that this cigarette was really damn hard to smoke.

In this game of cowards, he is gradually gaining the upper hand.

And we will surely achieve a decisive victory.

……

A funny thing happened: the Japanese soldiers, afraid to kill or arrest people, started threatening the puppet troops to arrest them.

The puppet troops had no choice; if they didn't agree, they would die.

Yi Zhonghai arrested three more people today.

He stood on the parade ground at the camp gate and reported the day's results to the Japanese soldiers, saying that one of the three men was a defeated soldier who was hiding in a civilian's house to recover from his injuries, and the other two were the ones who had harbored the defeated soldiers.

The Japanese sergeant patted him on the shoulder and had the translator tell him that the Imperial Army was very satisfied with his performance and that he would receive an extra five catties of rations this month.

Yi Zhonghai bowed and nodded, his face beaming with a wide smile.

Then he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, you guys don't dare, but I'm afraid to do it too. I've already seen ghosts!"

Returning to the courtyard house in the evening, Yi Zhonghai ran into He Daqing in the courtyard.

He Daqing had just returned from Tan's restaurant; he hadn't been cooking at the steel mill much lately.

He asked Wang Xiaoyong for help and was transferred to the puppet army's canteen to work as a cook. Although he was still working for the Japanese, at least he could bring home some leftovers. These past few days, Sha Zhu has finally been able to eat something with some oil on it.

The two stood in the courtyard for a moment, and Yi Zhonghai suddenly asked him if he had seen any suspicious people today.

He Daqing shook his head and said he hadn't noticed and had been chopping vegetables in the back kitchen.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to go inside.

Looking at his retreating figure, He Daqing recalled how, before the country fell, Yi Zhonghai would argue fiercely with his fellow workers over work points in the steel rolling mill. Now, Yi Zhonghai was leading the Japanese soldiers to arrest people from house to house.

His expression was no different from when he was arguing for work points at the factory; he was very serious, so serious that it sent chills down your spine.

He thought to himself, "No wonder the ghost came looking for you."

……

Time flies, or rather, no matter how you feel, time always passes by.

By mid-August, the Battle of Shanghai had broken out, and by the time the news reached Beijing, it was already a full day late.

The main problem is that there was no internet in this era.

Of course, the news spread like wildfire through the alley the very next morning.

The elite of the Kuomintang (KMT) were fighting the Japanese in Shanghai.

This is not a small-scale skirmish; it's a full-scale war.

More news followed, one a day, several a day, and almost all of it was bad news.

There was absolutely no good news.