Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Those damn Japanese devils, I almost thought I'd lost them.

Waiting around like this won't do, so Chang Kun decided to take the initiative!

I almost blew my lungs out running those nine miles yesterday; I can't do that again tonight.

When Cheng Min was fast asleep at ten o'clock, he quietly got up, dressed, and went out.

Several bicycles, belonging to the staff, were parked unlocked in the guesthouse courtyard. Chang Kun picked one that was neither new nor old, and just as he pushed it to the gate, the door to the duty room opened.

The old man, wearing a robe, poked his head out and asked, "Who's there?"

Chang Kun paused in his steps.

The old man squinted at him, still clutching the flashlight in his hand, but didn't shine it over; he just held it in his hand, weighing it.

"Me, from 306," Chang Kun said in a low voice. "My wife wants wontons tonight, so I'm going to go a bit further to buy them. Can I borrow a car?"

The old man paused for a moment, looked Chang Kun up and down, recognized him, and heard from the registration clerk that this man's letter of introduction was unusual.

This young man can't just throw away his beautiful wife to steal a bicycle, can he?

"It's the middle of the night, and your wife wants wontons?"

"Yeah, they're making a fuss, we have to buy it."

The old man chuckled and waved his hand, "Go on, go on, come back soon, and don't let anyone see you."

Chang Kun nodded and pushed the cart out the door.

The old man's muttered voice came from behind: "It's good to be young..."

Chang Kun got on his bike and sped south.

The night wind was howling, the streets were deserted, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

He rode to the vicinity of Zhonghua Gate, put the bicycle into his spatial storage, and then explored the old neighborhood on his own.

The half-collapsed courtyard wall is still there, and the broken bricks and tiles are still piled up there.

After looking around, Chang Kun found a shady spot and squatted down.

There were so many mosquitoes, buzzing and swarming onto my face.

Fortunately, there was some spare cooling balm in the room, so Chang Kun remained motionless, just squatting there.

At 11 o'clock, there was still no movement.

It was 11:30, and there was still no movement.

Chang Kun began to wonder, was that old guy not coming today?

With such a lack of perseverance, you still want to find treasure?!

Around midnight, the blood-red light suddenly moved as I sensed it.

Chang Kun's spirits lifted, and he shrank further into the shadows.

Twenty minutes later, footsteps were heard.

Very lightly, very carefully, taking one step at a time.

Chang Kun looked through the crack in the wall and saw a dark figure appear at the street corner. The figure looked around for a while, then crouched down and quickly walked to the wall.

It's that Okamura.

He squatted down and began to rummage through the broken bricks and tiles.

Chang Kun didn't move and continued watching.

Okamura dug through the loose soil and searched everywhere, but he still couldn't find the location of the stone slab.

Chang Kun stood up, hid in the shadows, and silently crept over.

Five meters, four meters, three meters—

He tried to telekinesis, but nothing happened.

Chang Kun paused for a moment, then tried again.

Nothing happened.

The man surnamed Okamura was so focused on searching for the treasure that he didn't even notice someone behind him.

Chang Kun's mind raced; the egg yolks had clearly worked yesterday.

He suddenly understood.

Retrieving objects remotely is much less effective against things that can resist.

The yolk won't resist, and the stone won't resist.

But people, especially living people, have consciousness, will, and can move and dodge, so this skill is useless against them.

Chang Kun gritted his teeth.

Okamura had already located the stone slab. He pried aside the broken bricks and tiles on the slab, his eyes shining as he stared intently at the stone slab below.

Chang Kun didn't hesitate any longer and rushed forward.

Hearing the noise, the man surnamed Okamura turned around abruptly.

Chang Kun's fist had already landed.

The first move of the Eighteen Forms of Sanshou is the Advancing Bengquan (崩拳).

The fist struck his face, and Okamura dodged it by tilting his head, but Chang Kun's knee was already on his abdomen.

"Ugh—" Okamura groaned and staggered back two steps.

Chang Kun followed up and struck him on the back of the neck with a palm strike.

He knelt down with a thud, struggling to stand up, his hand reaching into his clothes.

Chang Kun kicked his wrist, and with a crack, it dislocated.

Okamura let out a scream, but before he could finish, Chang Kun's second kick landed squarely on his temple.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Chang Kun took a deep breath and looked down at him.

It was quiet all around, and no one noticed.

He crouched down gently and took out a short knife from his pocket. It was sharpened; it was a Japanese product.

He threw the knife into the spatial storage and looked down at that face.

Under the moonlight, the little mustache was still there, neatly trimmed.

Chang Kun reached out and pressed his hand on his lower abdomen.

Retrieving objects remotely.

The target wasn't him as a whole, but the things inside his body—those two eggs.

Skill activated.

The egg yolks were not removed; they were simply broken into egg drop soup.

Okamura convulsed violently while unconscious, letting out a painful groan.

Chang Kun remained expressionless and picked up a few small pebbles from the ground. They were smaller than millet grains and had sharp edges.

Activate the skill again.

This time the target is the urethra and renal ducts.

One small stone at a time was fed in.

It's neither too deep nor too shallow, just right to get stuck in those narrow bends.

After doing all this, Chang Kun stood up, then squatted down again, took out his wallet, which contained a lot of money and several receipts. He took it all and threw the wallet back on the ground.

Looking at the exposed stone slab, we thought, "How can we let those Japanese devils take our treasure?"

He put everything, including the stone slab and the things underneath it, into his spatial storage. He wasn't in a hurry to check them, as Gangcun was already groaning and about to wake up.

Back in the guesthouse courtyard.

The old man on duty hadn't gone to sleep yet. Hearing the noise, he poked his head out again: "You're back?"

"Yes, I bought it."

The old man chuckled twice: "It's good to be young. I have to run around in the middle of the night whenever my wife wants to eat something."

Back in the room, Cheng Min was still asleep, breathing evenly.

Chang Kun took off his clothes, lay down next to her, and activated the system sensor.

The blood-red light was still writhing and groaning at the base of that wall.

……

When Okamura woke up, the back of his head was throbbing as if it were about to split open.

He lay on the ground, stunned for a full half minute, before he remembered what had just happened—someone had attacked him from behind!

He sat up abruptly and looked around.

no one.

It was pitch black all around, with only the rustling of the wind through the wild grass.

He checked himself over and found no injuries, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt something was wrong and reached into his clothes.

The knife is gone.

I checked again, and my wallet was gone.

"Baka!"

He cursed under his breath, tried to stand up by bracing himself against the ground, but his legs gave way and he sat back down.

My neck hurts, my wrists hurt, my temples hurt, my whole body aches.

It took him a while to slowly get up and stand up with a limp.

Before I could even check if the stone slab on the treasure was intact, I suddenly felt a bloating in my lower abdomen.

Without thinking much, he moved to the base of the wall and unzipped his pants.

Then--

"ah--!!!"

A scream ripped through the night sky.

That pain was no ordinary pain.

It's like someone is gouging it out with a knife, sawing it, or stirring it with a red-hot iron rod.

Okamura clutched his lower body and knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound, only hissing gasps could be heard.

He wanted to urinate, but couldn't.

He knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his face covered in tears and snot.