Simple military camps, fences wrapped with barbed wire, dark brown earth, and piles of position defense bags filled with soil. Soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms from World War II and holding Sanba Dai... The surrounding scenery clearly shows where this place is: a Japanese military camp.
Wangchen fell to the ground with bruises all over his body, his hair disheveled, and no part of his body was intact. Wearing handcuffs and shackles, a steel nail engraved with runes penetrated the lute bone, and two steel nails pierced the dantian, destroying the sea of qi.
He fell to the ground in pain, with blood still flowing from several wounds, as if he had just been tortured.
Several people who were similarly restrained but treated better than him gathered around Wangchen, asking concerned questions to check on his physical condition.
"This should be his experience when he was captured and became a mobile blood bank in a slave camp. Then...Senior Sister Taisu has already passed away." Li Xianyu took a breath and felt strong sadness in his heart.
The beautiful woman with exquisite beauty, whose autumn water is like jade and her bones, comes to mind.
She has assimilated with the loess, and her beauty has withered away.
"Why are you doing this? If they want Quanzhen Taoism, just give it to them."
"We have all become prisoners. Fish and meat on the chopping board will only make us die faster. If we are just giving Taoism, there is no need to be so stubborn."
The people on the side tried to persuade me earnestly. They watched this young Taoist priest being taken into a slave camp and tortured by the Japanese army. They would rather die than surrender to the Quanzhen Sect's Shangcheng Xinfa and Taoism. Iron-clad.
"I'm afraid of death, so I won't go down the mountain." Wangchen grinned, mouth full of blood: "How can the things passed down by the ancestors be taken away by the Japanese invaders? I can't stop what others do, but I will never compromise with the Japanese invaders. .”
If we compromise, how will we face the hundreds of fellow disciples who died in Changsha in the future
"Brother, you have some backbone." A man with a thick Chinese character took out a hard and shriveled steamed bun from his arms, "Eat something, I secretly left this behind last night."
Wangchen seemed to have been hungry for a long time. He took the steamed bun and wolfed it down. The tasteless steamed bun seemed to have become a delicacy.
"Drink some water!" Another man took the water in a broken bowl and handed it over.
"Thank you!" Wangchen drank the turbid water and swallowed the steamed bun, "The two donors have great names."
"Chen Ye!" said the stout man.
"Liu Ming!" said the lean man passing the water.
Liu Ming... Li Xianyu thought, isn't this the ancestor of Liu Kongchao who has One Piece powers but no One Piece ambitions
Li Xianyu thought of his friend who could say goodbye to women by pulling out a ball of flesh and digging a hole in it, and then he could have enough food and clothing by himself.
It was Chen Ye and Liu Ming who sealed the slime back then. It turned out that they met and got to know each other in the slave camp. Later, after the death of Yaodao, the two of them became anonymous and escaped the Taoist sect's liquidation, and they were able to live in peace in their old age.
"Two donors, how long have you been here?" Wangchen asked.
"It's been half a year." Liu Ming said.
"The Japanese invaders captured blood descendants on a large scale but did not kill them. I don't know why." Chen Ye said.
"Several of my classmates were also captured by the Japanese army. You have been here for so long, have you ever heard of Wangzhen and Taisu?" Wangchen asked quickly.
Chen Ye and Liu Ming glanced at each other, tried hard to recall, shook their heads and said, "No."
"Wang Bo, Chen Fu, Gao Ming, Zhu Li... have you heard of these people?" Wangchen reported the names of more than a dozen people in a row.
Chen Ye and Liu Ming still shook their heads.
Li Xianyu watched silently, feeling cold in his heart. Don't ask, they are all dead, including our beloved woman, Senior Sister Taisu.
Chen Ye said: "But among the recent prisoners, there is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."
"who?"
"Forget about love."
Liu Ming sighed: "He is just a scum who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and became a lackey of the Japanese invaders."
"What did you say?" Wangchen's eyes widened.
Liu Ming snorted: "Just a few days earlier than you, about seven or eight days ago, he and another man named Cao Jun were captured by the Japanese army and brought back to the slave camp. Hey, after being tortured, they surrendered immediately and behaved obediently. Loyal to the Japanese Army."
"Impossible, you're talking nonsense!" Wangchen reacted violently. He excitedly grabbed Liu Ming's collar with a ferocious look on his face.
"Master Wangchen, this is true." Chen Ye stepped forward to dissuade him and sighed: "If you don't believe me, go see others."
The people on the side said one after another: "They didn't lie. There was a Taoist priest named Wangqing and a young man named Cao Jun who became the lackeys of the Japanese invaders. However, there were not a few people in the slave camp who surrendered to the Japanese army. We are not surprised. It’s just that those two people were very incompetent and had weak bones, so they succumbed after a long time.”
Wangchen didn't stop for a moment.
At this time, several soldiers holding Sanba Gaigai opened the gate of the fence and shouted: "が集まっています, China."
Soon, hundreds of blood slaves in the slave camp were gathered together. Everyone was wearing handcuffs and shackles, with steel nails pierced through their bones. They would be regularly injected with medicine that suppresses the power of blood.
Wangchen is the most miserable of all, because he is the most unruly and unruly.
A Japanese officer entered the slave camp, and Jili Gulu spoke in Japanese, with a traitor beside him as a translator.
"Every day they have to brainwash us to make us loyal to the Emperor of Japan." Liu Ming whispered in Wangchen's ear.
"Bah, I'm dreaming! My village was burned by the Japanese army, and my family was killed. I have survived until now just to find opportunities to kill a few little Japanese." Chen Ye spat.
"As long as you are born into a noble and upright family, you can use the secrets of martial arts in exchange for the Emperor's friendship."
"Those who do not understand current affairs will only die."
"As long as you can provide more hiding places for your vampire companions and let them join our big family, you can come out of the slave camp. The Japanese army promises to give you the same treatment and benefits as ordinary soldiers."
This sounds like a pyramid scheme... Li Xianyu didn't say this, because he saw Wangchen's body swaying, his face instantly turned as white as paper, and his lips almost turned pink.
He must have come to his senses, knew why he was ambushed, and probably guessed what happened to his companions. The Demon Dao has been dead for eighty years, but seeing the past eighty years ago, Li Xianyu suddenly regretted it. He would rather never have gotten the ring, never had the memory of entering the Demon Dao, never known... . ..Senior Sister Taisu.
The most despairing thing in the world is the word "past". You know it is not beautiful and you know its ending. But you just can't change it, not even with all your might.
Wangchen couldn't hear any further words, and he stood there in a daze. Until the "mobilization meeting" was about to end, the traitor translated the Japanese officer's words: "Which of you is willing to be loyal to the emperor?"
No one answered.
The traitor said with a dark face: "As long as you promise to be loyal to the emperor, you can leave here."
But those who have been able to endure until now are the ones who are cut to pieces and are not afraid of death. Some people even cursed: "I will never become a traitor like you until I die."
The traitor translator jumped in anger.
"What's wrong with taking refuge in the Emperor of Japan? It's better to follow Japan's footsteps and create the East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere together than to be the sick man of East Asia." He is very familiar with this rhetoric, and he can come up with it just by opening his mouth.
"I..." someone in the crowd suddenly said.
Everyone turned around in shock and anger, but they were also shocked. The tough-minded young Taoist priest actually planned to join the Japanese army? !
Under the scorching gaze, Wangchen's face turned slightly pale. His fists were clenched and his chewing muscles were bulging. It seemed that he needed all his strength to say these words: "I do."
"Hey, are you sensible now?" The traitor translator was delighted: "You are as promising as me, come forward."
Wangchen walked forward slowly step by step. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at the angry and contemptuous eyes.
He came to the Japanese officers and said solemnly: "I will not join the Japanese army, but I am willing to hand over Taoism to you."
After a pause, Wangchen gritted his teeth and said, "It's not free, I have conditions."
The traitor translator frowned, a little dissatisfied with Wangchen's answer, but he translated it truthfully to the Japanese officer.
The Japanese officer looked at Wangchen and said something in Japanese.
"Taijun asked you, which sect do you belong to, and what do you know?" the traitor translated.
"Quanzhen Sect!" Wangchen's face was burning. He felt the huge shame and took a deep breath: "I know all the eight formations of Quanzhen Sect and the three inner elixir secrets. If you find someone, I will give them to you. A unique skill. Wang Qing doesn’t know as much as I do. I can do it, but he can’t.”
"I will exchange them for my companions, if they are captured by you."
After the translation, the Japanese officer's eyes lit up.
The traitor translator took out a small notebook and wrote down all the names Wangchen said.
The Japanese officer patted Wangchen on the shoulder, said something in Japanese, and turned to leave.
The traitor translator took back the small book, patted Wangchen's face, and sneered: "Taijun said that people will help you find it, but he wants all the secrets."
Wangchen changed from a tough-minded hero to the true fragrant king Jingze.
From then on, everyone in the slave camp will stop talking to you, spurn him, and despise him. Only Chen Ye and Liu Ming understood his eagerness to find his companions and even comforted him.
In the blink of an eye, a few days later, Wangchen's life in the slave camp was not easy. Because the wounds on his body were not disinfected and bandaged in time, the weather in early summer soon began to ooze and fester.
He suffered from physical pain and mental anxiety every day. He would often wake up from his dreams, or sit alone in the middle of the night with a grim look on his face.
Li Xianyu could feel that Yaodao's mentality had undergone earth-shaking changes during this period of time. He probably never dreamed that the person who betrayed them was a sect member who had grown up together and had fought together in the bloody war in Changsha.
The most vicious knife is always stabbed by someone you trust.
The enemy's knife can only destroy your body, but the knife stabbed by a close person will annihilate your soul along with it.
On this day, after eating the sour leftovers, a traitor translator wearing a Japanese military uniform came to the slave camp arrogantly, looked around and shouted: "Wangchen, where is Wangchen?"
Wangchen, who was huddled in the broken tent like a defeated dog, almost rolled out and rushed out, his shackles rattling.
"Hey, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and you look like this?" The traitor translator was shocked.
At this time, the demon's eyes were cloudy, his face was haggard, his hair was disheveled, and the wounds on his body were oozing pus and smelly, attracting buzzing flies, like a beggar living on the street.
"We have found the person you are looking for. He was captured on the same day as you." The traitor translator said.
The demon's cloudy eyes suddenly burst out with bright light.
Li Xianyu was slightly excited. He was happy for the demon. At this moment, finding his former companions when the country was ruined and the family was destroyed was the greatest happiness and the greatest misfortune in life.
(End of chapter)