Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

Dark as ink.

The streets of Beijing were eerily silent.

He Yuzhu ran wildly in the darkness, the snow under his feet crunching loudly.

The biting north wind was like countless invisible sharp knives, wildly scraping his cheeks, causing him excruciating pain.

His rapid breathing condensed into wisps of white mist in the cold air, which quickly dissipated in the wind.

Before they had run two blocks, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the darkness ahead.

The crude and vulgar laughter and curses sounded particularly jarring in the quiet winter night.

"Hehe...did you hear? That girl tonight is absolutely gorgeous! We're going to have to treat ourselves to something good later!"

A high-pitched voice carried a nauseatingly vulgar tone.

"Of course! We're working for the Imperial Army, how could we possibly shortchange ourselves?"

Another voice chimed in, full of flattery.

He Yuzhu's steps suddenly stopped, and a chill instantly surged into his heart.

He slowed down, held his breath, and, using the faint light reflected from the snow, quietly approached the source of the sound.

All that could be seen ahead was the alleyway.

Seven or eight traitors dressed in black detective uniforms surrounded two Japanese soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles.

They were pushing and shoving each other as they squeezed into a deep alley.

Those foul words, like poisonous thorns, pierced He Yuzhu's ears.

Memories of a modern person in a past life and anger of He Yuzhu in this life.

At that moment, these emotions intertwined, transforming into an uncontrollable rage that surged to his head in an instant.

A sense of justice? Perhaps a little.

But more than anything, it was a deep-seated disgust and murderous intent towards these beasts.

Anyway, I'm going out tonight to dispose of the body.

To throw one away is to throw away.

Throw ten...

It doesn't seem to make much difference.

He Yuzhu's eyes changed instantly; his once clear eyes now became deep and cold, like a blade tempered with ice.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

Then, like a cheetah preparing to hunt, it crouched low and followed silently.

The alley was narrow and dark, with towering walls on both sides completely blocking out the moonlight. Only a few pale rays of light managed to seep in through the cracks in the walls, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

This is the perfect place to get started.

He Yuzhu moved swiftly along the base of the wall, like a nimble black cat, under the cover of shadows.

His footsteps were as light as if he were walking on cotton, without making a sound.

The distance was getting closer and closer, only a few steps away.

Without further hesitation, He Yuzhu took out two bayonets stained with dark red blood from the system space with a thought.

The cold, metallic touch instantly calmed his previously agitated mind.

"Now!"

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body lunged out like an arrow, his target being the detective who was turning around and laughing with the nearest person.

"Bajiquan - Overlord Elbow!"

He Yuzhu leaped high into the air, and with a whooshing sound, his right elbow, imbued with all his strength, slammed heavily into the man's back.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Before the traitor could even utter a sound, his body arched up like a shrimp.

He Yuzhu thrust out his bayonet, and with a "thud," the sharp tip effortlessly pierced his carotid artery.

Blood gushed out, staining the snow red.

The man collapsed limply, his scream choked in his throat.

"Feng Laoqi! What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you watch where you're going?"

Hearing the commotion, the person in front turned around impatiently and cursed.

His response was a bayonet that came hurtling towards him.

A flash of cold light, and it precisely pierced his throat.

The man's eyes widened, his hands clutching his neck tightly, his mouth emitting a hissing sound as blood gushed out from between his fingers.

He swayed, then collapsed to his knees with a thud, and immediately went limp.

An unexpected change occurred!

The remaining people then realized what was happening and turned around in horror.

"Baka! Who are you?!"

A Japanese soldier shouted and frantically pulled the bolt of his rifle.

The clicking sound was particularly clear in the quiet alley, as the dark muzzle of a gun aimlessly darted about.

However, he made a fatal mistake—he aimed for the high places.

He Yuzhu was short, and by this moment he had already used the momentum to slide down and get in front of him.

"Go to hell!"

A cold glint flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes, and he plunged the bayonet in his hand upwards, viciously piercing the Japanese soldier's jaw and skull in an instant.

"Well……"

The Japanese soldier didn't even have time to fire his gun before he fell straight down.

He Yuzhu casually grabbed the brand-new Type 38 rifle and stored it in his system space.

It was too dark in the alley.

Neither the remaining Japanese soldiers nor the traitors dared to fire their guns easily, for fear of accidentally injuring their own people.

It was this brief hesitation that gave He Yuzhu the opportunity.

He rolled into the shadows beside him like a ghost and disappeared.

Another Japanese soldier, seeing his comrade fall, had just turned his gun around—

"puff!"

The cold bayonet pierced his chest without warning and emerged through his back.

Blood and saliva gushed from the Japanese soldier's mouth and nose. He stared in disbelief at the hilt of the sword in front of his chest, swayed, and crashed heavily to the ground.

He Yuzhu secretly rejoiced: thanks to this damned darkness.

In the blink of an eye, all their comrades were killed or wounded, and the two remaining traitors were utterly terrified.

They no longer cared about the Japanese soldiers; they abandoned their bicycles and tried to run towards the alley entrance.

"Trying to run away?"

He Yuzhu snorted coldly and chased after them like a shadow. He kicked one of the traitors hard in the lower back.

"Ouch!"

The traitor screamed and fell flat on his face, his leg bones seemingly broken. He lay on the ground, unable to move.

Another traitor had already kicked several meters away and was about to escape the alley.

He Yuzhu's eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a hand grenade from his system space—it had just been taken from a Japanese soldier.

Instead of pulling the string, he swung his arm wide like throwing a shot put and smashed it hard!

"Bang!"

The grenade struck the traitor precisely on the back of the head.

"Well……"

The traitor didn't even utter a sound before everything went black, and he and his vehicle crashed into the snow, completely motionless.

He Yuzhu slowly walked up to the traitor who had broken his leg.

The man, lying on the ground, turned around and saw He Yuzhu's cold face. He was terrified and desperately kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Have mercy, sir! Have mercy, sir! I have elderly parents and young children to support, I was forced into this situation! Please, have mercy and spare my life!"

He Yuzhu stared at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"When you were acting as an accomplice to evil and harming the people, why didn't you ever think of sparing anyone's life?"

He Yuzhu pressed the bayonet against the man's throat, the cold touch causing the traitor to tremble violently.

"Today is your retribution."

The traitor looked at the gleaming knife, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by a frenzied glint of rage.

He suddenly raised his head and rammed into He Yuzhu with all his might!

"court death!"

He Yuzhu snorted disdainfully and easily dodged to the side.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the bayonet pierced the traitor's jaw, and blood instantly seeped out.

"ah--!"

The intense pain caused the traitor to scream repeatedly, his face covered in snot and tears, and a foul stench emanated from his crotch—he had actually wet himself in fear.

He Yuzhu frowned in disgust, and his hand no longer hesitated as he drew the knife.

"Pfft."

The blade pierced through cleanly and swiftly.

The traitor made a strange "clucking" sound from his throat, his eyes widened, and finally he slumped his head helplessly.

After eliminating all the enemies, He Yuzhu began to quickly finish off the remaining enemies.

Corpses, bicycles, guns, ammunition...

He put everything he could carry into his system space.

Only dark red bloodstains remained on the ground, which looked particularly glaring against the white snow.

Where are the people who live in this alley?

He Yuzhu listened intently; the courtyards on both sides were deathly silent.

He gave a cold laugh.

In this chaotic world, it's better to avoid trouble.

As long as no shots are fired, no one will be willing to risk their life to meddle in other people's business.

There's no time to clean up the bloodstains.

He Yuzhu turned and quickly left the alleyway filled with the smell of blood.

After running two blocks and confirming that no one was following them.

He stopped and took out a bicycle without a crossbar from his storage space—it was one he had just seized, and it was just the right size for his current height.

He hopped on his bicycle and sped off.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived near Qianmen Public Security Street.

The gate of the fake police station is just ahead.

The guard post was dimly lit, and the two police officers on duty were huddled inside, warming themselves by the fire, too lazy to come out on patrol.

Hiding in the shadows, He Yuzhu began to organize the "goods" in the system space with a thought.

He stripped all the clothes off the Japanese soldiers and traitors, leaving them only in their shorts and loincloths.

As for the driver who was mistakenly killed, he didn't touch him—the man was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat and looked like an ordinary commoner; there was no need to implicate him.

After finishing his preparations, He Yuzhu crept along the wall and quietly made his way to the blind spot behind the guard post.

"Go to hell!"

He Yuzhu had a sudden thought.

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Nine white corpses fell from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, piling up into a small mountain.

Bathed in the snow's glow, the pile of naked corpses stood out starkly, conveying a profound sense of irony.

He Yuzhu didn't hesitate for a moment and turned to run away.

He dared not walk on the main roads, but instead chose to travel through secluded alleys.

After passing through two alleys, he took out his bicycle again, got on it, and sped off towards Nanluoguxiang.

About an hour later, He Yuzhu finally saw the familiar No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

He packed up his bicycle, set up a ladder from the corner of the wall, and skillfully climbed over into the courtyard.

This time, he was so tired that he didn't even bother to put the ladder back into his spatial storage and just threw it against the wall.

He returned to his side room silently, like a ghost.

A wisp of warmth remained in the room, and the fire in the stove had not yet completely died out.

By the dim light of the fire, He Yuzhu carefully checked himself over.

Although there was some snow water on the cotton-padded coat, there was no blood—the action just now was very clean.

He took off his soaked clothes, hat, scarf, and cotton shoes, spread them out by the stove to dry, and then crawled into the cold quilt.

That night, he experienced too much killing and running, leaving him under immense mental stress.

Once you relax, a wave of fatigue washes over you.

He closed his eyes and almost instantly fell asleep.

This sleep.

He slept very soundly.