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

"Get lost! This is a genuine lightning cutting machine from Longhu Mountain. The labor cost is very high."

While joking, Zhang Chulan flicked his wrist and drew a cross on the lock of the iron gate.

"It's done!"

He kicked out and slammed his foot right in the center of the iron gate.

"Clang—Boom!"

The heavy iron gate, weighing several hundred kilograms, lost its support and slammed heavily inward, kicking up clouds of dust.

A stench, even a putrid smell, billowed out from the dark doorway.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wang was choked and coughed repeatedly, quickly covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

Zhuge Qing then gracefully waved his folding fan.

A gentle breeze suddenly appeared, blowing away some of the stale, foul air.

"Let's go in and see what treasures are hidden in this rat hole from decades ago."

Zhang Chulan led the charge.

The beams of light from four powerful flashlights simultaneously pierced the darkness behind the door.

As soon as you step across the threshold, the space in front of you is very open.

This is by no means a small underground bunker.

Instead, it's a large underground base that has almost hollowed out the entire mountain!

The high dome is over ten meters tall, with thick load-bearing columns crisscrossing it.

But what is truly shocking is...

This military base, which should have been extremely fortified, was now a scene of utter devastation.

The beam of the flashlight swept across.

Everywhere you look, there are broken steel bars, collapsed floor slabs, and broken instruments lying on the ground.

"Wow, was this place demolished by a demolition team back then?"

Zhang Chulan shone his flashlight around, becoming increasingly alarmed as he looked.

"The collapse was not caused by blasting."

Zhuge Qing walked to a thick load-bearing column and reached out to touch the three grooves on it that were several inches deep.

He leaned closer to take a look, his tone very certain:

“These are claw marks.”

"Moreover, the cut edges are extremely smooth. This thing has terrifying strength; it even tore apart such a sturdy pillar."

Wang Ye squatted on the ground not far away, using his toes to brush away a thick layer of dust.

"Old Qing, Chu Lan, come and take a look at this."

Several people gathered around.

on the ground.

There was a pile of yellowish things scattered around; although they had turned black, their shapes were still discernible.

"The cartridge cases from the Type 38 rifle."

Zhang Chulan squatted down, picked up a spent bullet casing, and weighed it in his hand:

"So many? That must be tens of thousands of rounds!"

He followed the trajectory of the fallen cartridge cases and shone his flashlight forward into the passage.

At the end of the beam of light, a dozen or so white skeletons lay scattered about.

These skeletons still had tattered military uniforms and remnants of leather equipment hanging on them.

“Look at the direction they are facing.”

Wang Ye pointed at the corpses, his thoughts very clear:

"The gun muzzles and spent cartridges were falling in the same direction, but the bodies fell towards the door we came in through."

"This shows that the guards here back then were not defending against foreign enemies who were invading from the outside."

Wang Ye raised his head, looking into the deeper darkness of the base:

“They were terrified. They were firing wildly into the base, and then… while still firing, they were trying to escape.”

"As a result, they were all left here."

As Zhang Chulan listened to Wang Ye's analysis, the tragic night more than seventy years ago was vividly recalled in his mind.

A group of fully armed Japanese soldiers and Onmyoji (yin-yang masters).

In this enclosed underground space, they encountered something that plunged them into utter despair.

They unleashed their firepower, but to no avail.

They could only scream and flee towards the gate, only to be slaughtered unilaterally.

"What kind of terrifying monster must it be to scare a group of regular soldiers and Onmyoji like this?" Zhang Chulan swallowed hard.

"Whatever it was, it's already turned to ash anyway."

Feng Baobao's voice came from not far ahead.

I don't know when.

She had already taken a shovel and wandered alone into the center of the base's main hall.

Zhang Chulan and the others quickly followed.

After passing a collapsed wall, the beam of a flashlight illuminated the core area inside.

When you see the layout in front of you.

The young people involuntarily paused for a moment.

Both sides of the hall.

Three rows of huge cylindrical glass containers were neatly arranged.

Although most of the containers were shattered in the explosion that year, and the preservative liquid inside had drained away.

But in a few relatively intact containers.

You can still clearly see that it contains something that makes your scalp crawl.

"vomit……"

Zhang Chulan leaned closer to a perfectly intact glass jar and took a look. Suddenly, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

What's soaking in there can't even be called a human being.

The torso is human.

However, his limbs were grafted with the limbs of some kind of wild animal, and his skin was covered with dense black scales.

Even on the back, there are deformed bony wings that have been artificially sewn on.

"These beasts..."

Wang Ye's face was ashen. He shone his flashlight over the experimental subjects, his voice trembling with coldness:

"Back then, they were not only using poison gas, but they were also conducting cross-species human experiments on living people!"

Zhang Chulan gripped the flashlight tightly and sneered, "What a bunch of madmen who will stop at nothing to achieve their ambitions."

Just as the three grown men were feeling heavy-hearted because of the tragic scene before them.

"Click".

A faint sound, like something being crushed, suddenly rang out at the other end of the empty, deathly silent hall.

"Who?!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing reacted very quickly, turning around at the same time.

The beam of the flashlight, like a sharp sword, swept straight into the dark corner from which the sound came.

Within the aperture.

Behind a row of abandoned culture tanks.

A shadowy figure, about half a person's height, was clinging to the wall, trying to slip towards the exit passage.

"Where did this mouse come from?!"

Zhang Chulan was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it.

"Thunder!"

He transformed into a white lightning bolt.

In an instant, it covered a distance of tens of meters, directly cutting off the dark figure's retreat!

The watermelon knife in his hand, crackling with blinding lightning, was mercilessly held against the other person's neck!

"Don't move! If you take another step, I'll chop you up alive!"

Zhang Chulan shouted sternly.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing rushed over with flashlights.

The blinding beam of light shone on the dark figure.

Only then did everyone realize that this was not a mutated monster at all.

Instead, he was an old man wearing tattered clothes, with gray hair and a hunched back!

The old man looked to be over eighty years old, with a face full of wrinkles and grime.

He was holding a tin box tightly in his hands.

With Zhang Chulan's knife to his neck, the old man trembled uncontrollably with fear.