One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Hey kid, can't you wear straw sandals when you're out working?"

“Master just gave you new shoes last month, and you insist on wearing them out in the mud. Aren’t you afraid he’ll whip you with a rattan cane when you get back?”

"Oh my dear senior brother, what time is it and you're still thinking about shoes?"

Zhang Huaiyi wore a bitter expression, his large ears looking particularly comical under his straw hat.

"We are fighting against the Japanese and saving the nation; we are going deep behind enemy lines!"

"If I were to perish here today, where would my master find the punishment? He would only be able to shed tears in front of my memorial tablet."

"fart."

Zhang Tianyi glanced at him sideways, her tone brimming with self-righteous arrogance:

"If you break down here, I'll carry you back so Master can whip you. If I break down here, you'll carry me back so Master can whip me. In short, you can't escape this beating."

Zhang Huaiyi was so speechless that his eyes rolled back. He cursed inwardly that his second senior brother's words were more venomous than the knife in his hand, but his body obediently moved closer to Zhang Tianyi.

In this chaotic world, just being by this man's side is like having a stabilizing anchor in your heart.

"Alright, gather your spirit and close your breath."

Zhang Tianyi adjusted the straw hat on his head, his gaze piercing through the rain.

He poked half his head out, squinted, and peered through the heavy rain, staring at the faint lights in the valley ahead.

The blinding beams of searchlight, like sharp white swords, swept across the dark rainforest from time to time.

In addition to the earthy smell, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and a nauseatingly sweet and bloody odor.

That was a secret camp of the Japanese army stationed deep in the mountains of North China.

At the same time, it was also a temporary altar set up by the Yin-Yang Bureau along with the army.

"Second Brother, these Japanese devils are keeping a tight grip on things."

Zhang Huaiyi moved closer to Zhang Tianyi, his sly little eyes scanning back and forth in the rain.

He pointed ahead with his finger:

"There are four sandbag bunkers on the outer perimeter, with two Type 96 rifles mounted at each entrance. Patrol teams come by every ten minutes, all carrying Type 38 rifles. And this is just what's visible."

Zhang Huaiyi rubbed his frozen hands and lowered his voice to analyze:

"These Onmyoji are really weird. We've stepped on at least three warning needles on the ground as we've made our way here."

"We'll definitely suffer losses if we force our way in; we need to think of a way to outsmart them, like..."

"Outsmart my ass."

Zhang Tianyi interrupted him without any politeness, raising his hand and slapping Zhang Huaiyi's big head.

"Old Eight's life talisman is almost turning pink from red. If we wait any longer, we'll have no choice but to go in and collect his body and piece together his bones."

Zhang Tianyi lowered the brim of his hat, hiding his eyes, which appeared particularly cold and sharp in the darkness, in the shadows.

"In this desolate wilderness, there is only one rule."

"The perfect infiltration is to kill all the breathing creatures."

Zhang Huaiyi rubbed his head, wincing in pain, but could only obediently nod:

"Alright, whatever Second Senior Brother says goes. I'll be your assistant."

Like two wild leopards hunting for food in the rainy night, the two moved silently forward, skimming along the thorny mud.

The closer they got to the camp, the stronger the nauseating stench of blood became in the air.

When they finally saw the scene in the center of the camp, after dodging the two searchlights and using the cover of several abandoned military trucks.

The sly smile that Zhang Huaiyi always wore disappeared completely.

Zhang Tianyi's breathing also paused at this moment.

There were no tents set up in the very center of the camp.

It was a patch of mud that had been forcibly leveled, with nine thick wooden stakes standing around it.

Each wooden stake was tightly bound to a person with wire!

There were strange people dressed in various short outfits, as well as ordinary people wearing coarse cotton-padded jackets and even with braids!

These people all had their heads bowed, their fates unknown.

Their wrists and ankles had been cut deeply.

Dark red blood flowed slowly down the wooden stake into the crisscrossing blood channels dug below.

Finally, they converged on a stone platform at the very center of the altar.

On the stone platform, three Onmyoji sat cross-legged, frantically absorbing the life force and resentment contained in the blood.

"Blood Fiend Array..."

Zhang Huaiyi gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching with extreme anger.

His usually shrewd little eyes were now red.

"These beasts! They're using the lives of us Chinese to forcibly nourish their shikigami!"

Zhang Tianyi remained silent.

The heavy rain poured down on him, sliding down his fair cheek.

He slowly and silently exhaled a long breath.

There were no excessive emotional fluctuations.

But at this moment.

If anyone stood next to Zhang Tianyi, they would definitely be driven crazy by the extremely suppressed and chilling killing intent emanating from him!

"Big-eared thief."

Zhang Tianyi's voice was unusually steady, so steady it sent chills down one's spine.

"Second Senior Brother, what is it?" Zhang Huaiyi clenched his fist.

"Tonight, we won't hold back!"

Zhang Tianyi reached his hands behind his back and slowly grasped the hilts of the two rain-soaked knives.

"I'm going to tear them to pieces, slice by slice!"

"clear."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Huaiyi pulled a military dagger from his boot and gripped it in the back of his hand.

In front of Zhang Tianyi, this "big-eared thief" who later shone brightly in the Jia Shen Rebellion and was as cunning as a hornet's nest was always the most obedient and reliable younger brother.

Because he knew that his second senior brother was now really going to eat people!

"Shh!"

There was no time for the other party to react.

Zhang Tianyi's figure, like a black shadow melting into the night rain, darted out from behind the truck in an instant.

Ten meters away, a sentry in a raincoat was holding a Type 38 rifle and yawned boredly.

He was just about to take a cigarette out of his pocket.

Suddenly, a cold hand covered his mouth tightly from behind!

The sentry's eyes bulged out, and he instinctively tried to struggle and pull the trigger.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and cartilage.

Zhang Tianyi's knife plunged deep into the gap between the sentry's cervical vertebrae!

With a swift twist of the blade, the central nervous system was severed in an instant!

The sentry didn't even make a sound before his body went limp.

Zhang Tianyi drew his knife expressionlessly and gently supported his back.

The warm body was gently laid flat in the muddy water without making a sound.

the whole process.

Decisive, efficient, and ruthless.

"pretty."

Zhang Huaiyi, who was following behind, secretly praised him in his heart.

He moved with lightning speed, performing a low roll to avoid the glare of the searchlight on the other side.

They happened to find themselves next to a machine gunner who was dozing off behind a sandbag.

Zhang Huaiyi leaped up, grabbed the Japanese soldier by the back of his collar with his left hand, and thrust his military dagger into the man's temple without hesitation!

"laugh!"

Blood spurted out.

Zhang Huaiyi instinctively caught the barrel of the heavy machine gun, which was about to fall over, to prevent it from hitting the sandbags and making a sound.

He glanced at Zhang Tianyi, who had already taken down his sixth target not far away, and couldn't help but mutter a complaint in a low voice:

"Second Brother, slow down! Your long legs can take two steps in one while my short legs can't keep up in the mud!"

"Stop talking nonsense and cover my left flank."

Without turning his head, Zhang Tianyi once again used the shadows of several stacks of wooden crates to get closer to a military tent outside the altar.

The tent's curtain was half-closed.

By the dim light of the kerosene lamp, you could see two Japanese officers sitting inside, as well as a young Onmyoji who was resting with his eyes closed.

There was also a half-empty bottle of sake on the table.

Zhang Tianyi and Zhang Huaiyi, who had just approached, exchanged a glance.

There is absolutely no need for any language communication.