Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 610: Rolling heads for sacrifice, life is improved again

Not long after Zhang Zhiwei and his group left, several green trucks suddenly arrived on the battlefield littered with corpses, and a group of soldiers jumped off.

"Hurry up and clean up, collect all the bodies of these people and put them in order!"

A middle-aged man dressed as a general got out of the car and made arrangements.

This man's name was Zhang Fuchen. He was Marshal Zhang's sworn brother and also Marshal Zhang's right-hand man.

Many of the officers under Marshal Zhang had some unclear relations with the Japanese pirates. He was one of the few hardliners against the Japanese, so Marshal Zhang gave him full authority to handle the matter of recovering the railway this time.

In the dark night, the dazzling truck headlights reflected on Zhang Fuchen's face. This battle-hardened general looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Looking out from his position, he saw bloody corpses everywhere, and the deaths were horrific to behold.

Some were cut in half, some were split in half from the head or shoulders, and some were torn into pieces as if they were attacked by wild beasts. Some were even worse, they were directly crushed into meat patties and could not be put together again. It was impossible to imagine what they had experienced in their lives and how they died.

Moreover, they all have one thing in common, that is, they have no head.

This level of cruelty was just like a blunt knife smashing bones, so brutal that it was unbearable to watch, but at the same time, it also gave him a deeper understanding and impression of the aliens, especially the little Taoist priest.

Before, he only knew that Marshal Zhang highly respected the young Taoist priest.

This puzzled him. In his opinion, it was fine to praise the Heavenly Master, but what was there to praise for a young boy who was still wet behind the ears?
But now, he finally understood.

"Division... Commander... It's so tragic. I... just can't... control myself!" A soldier came over to report, stammering.

Zhang Fuchen nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Got it. Use a shovel to take all the guys out of the car, empty both cars, and then load all the bodies in and haul them away."

The soldiers quickly got to work, pushing carts that were originally used to repair the railway, and using military shovels to shovel the remains into the carts like they were shoveling garbage.

Their movements were very rough. After all, when doing this kind of thing, you couldn't expect them to be careful and gentle. Some corpses that were originally intact were shoveled to pieces, and some soldiers even vomited while shoveling.

After a while, a large number of corpses were collected. At this time, an officer came to report the situation and said that the people who died this time were not simple. Except for a small number of garrison personnel equipped with Type 38 rifles, the others were all equipped with submachine guns, and there were also a large number of sniper rifles.

Not only that, many people also carried some old weapons and even a lot of weird stuff. They didn't look like soldiers but more like charlatans.

Zhang Fuchen nodded. Although he had never seen it, he knew from Marshal Zhang that the Japanese pirates had created a Kamikaze suicide squad composed of many extraordinary people with extremely powerful strength. However, he did not expect that they would be wiped out.

This is a good thing, a very good thing, but... a fully armed elite team was actually wiped out by a group of gangsters!

This shocked him, and he couldn't help but wonder, is this little Taoist priest going to become an immortal?
"Report, Commander, we found a remarkable guy among the corpses, come and see him!"

At this time, another officer ran over and shouted loudly, with excitement and a hint of panic on his face.

"Why are you panicking!" Zhang Fuchen scolded and hurried over to check.

The terrible thing the officer was talking about was actually a relatively complete headless corpse, covered in blood, and looked nothing special.

But Zhang Fuchen noticed the collar badge on his collar at a glance. It was a collar badge with a gold background and three gold stars on each side. It was the symbol of a general.

A general was killed? Zhang Fuchen's heart skipped a beat. This matter might be difficult to handle. This was a big deal...

He quickly bent down and fumbled around on the headless body for a while, and found a blood-stained officer's ID card in the inner pocket of his clothes. After opening it and checking, he found out the other party's identity.

This person is Shigeo Onijima, a former Japanese Army General, who currently serves as the chief priest of the Soul-Calling Society.

He had no idea what the Spirit Summoning Society was, but he knew the value of a general, even though he was only a lieutenant general.

Moreover, even if they are both at the general rank, the value of the generals on the Japanese pirates' side is definitely higher than theirs. Usually, a colonel dares to show off in front of him.

"Such a big shot, actually died here!" Zhang Fuchen's face was heavy, and he immediately looked at the corpse of the ninja not far from the corpse of Onijima Shigeo. Since he was next to the admiral, his identity was probably not simple.

The ninja leader died from Dan Shi, and his body was preserved relatively intact.

"Who is this short old man and why is he here at such an old age?" asked Zhang Fuchen.

"It's not clear. The old man doesn't have any items that could indicate his identity." the officer reported.

Zhang Fuchen nodded: "Send someone to investigate the identity of this old man, and..."

He pointed at Onijima Shigeo's headless body and said, "Find his head and put it in a good coffin. Do not destroy it. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded and then took action quickly.

Zhang Fuchen looked at the railway that was broken into several pieces not far away, then looked at Shigeo Onijima's body, and was speechless for a long time.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew in the Baixian Valley where tombstones were everywhere. A round human head was thrown over from a distance and rolled to a tombstone.

Blood was gushing out of the seven orifices of the man's head, and he died with his eyes open. The most noticeable thing was the small mustache on his philtrum.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Immediately afterwards, bloody human heads were thrown over one after another, and it seemed as if a human head rained down in Baixian Valley. After falling, these heads did not roll all over the ground, but were swept by a mysterious force and rolled regularly in front of each tombstone.

Zhang Zhiwei and a group of immortals stood on both sides of the valley. After bowing to the valley, they turned and left.

The immortals returned to their respective halls. After this great battle, although the hall masters were the main force, many troops were also mobilized secretly.

These men suffered heavy casualties, so they had to go back immediately to gather and recuperate, count the casualties, and stabilize the morale of the gang. They agreed with Zhang Zhiwei to meet again in two days.

Zhang Yi wanted to ask Aunt Lan to cast a spell and take Zhang Zhiwei away from this dangerous place immediately, but Zhang Zhiwei had an agreement with the immortals, and since Marshal Zhang wanted to see him, he couldn't say anything else. This incident happened in the Northeast, and the King of the Northeast must be informed.

As for the people from the Tang Clan, they did not go with Zhang Zhiwei as they had their own things to do.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Yi and Lan Gu entered Fengtian City and came to a secret stronghold controlled by the Gao family. Marshal Zhang had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Zhang Zhiwei coming, he hurried over to greet him.

He had only four people with him, and no guards.

Zhang Zhiwei recognized two of the four people, one was the head of the Gao family, and the other was his old friend "The Sharpshooter" Li Shuwen.

Among the other two, one was a tall middle-aged man with a crew cut, thick eyebrows, and a mighty demeanor. The first impression he gave was that he had a waist like a dragon, arms like a bear, and a head like a tiger and a leopard. He was obviously an expert among experts. The other was a general officer, an ordinary person, so Zhang Zhiwei did not pay much attention to him.

“Hahaha…” Marshal Zhang came over with a big laugh. “It’s been a long time since we last met. Little Heavenly Master’s cultivation has really become more and more advanced!”

Yang Yuting stared at Zhang Zhiwei, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. It was rare for the Marshal to speak without using any swear words.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded to Patriarch Gao and Li Shuwen, then said calmly, "Marshal Zhang, you are too kind. Look at your red face. This is a happy event!"

"That's all thanks to the little celestial master," Marshal Zhang looked at Zhang Yi and Aunt Lan, "I guess these two must be the high-level masters of Mount Longhu!"

"I can't be called a great master, I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain!" Zhang Yi said.

Aunt Lan just nodded and didn't say much. She had never been very interested in these warlords.

Marshal Zhang was not angry either, he laughed and said, "Master, you are too polite."

Afterwards, he invited Zhang Zhiwei to a gathering in the living room, where he had prepared a banquet to welcome Zhang Zhiwei.

After a night of raiding and killing, even Zhang Zhiwei was a little tired. Plus, he reeked of blood, so he suggested taking a shower, changing clothes, and then eating.

Marshal Zhang naturally had no objection and immediately asked someone to make arrangements.

Zhang Zhiwei was taken to a guest room, and in a short while, a bucket of hot water containing various medicinal herbs was prepared.

"It's quite exquisite. It's a medicinal bath!" Zhang Zhiwei took a glance and saw that the medicinal materials inside were all very old. If this bucket was put outside, it would cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

The Gao family disciple who was in charge of receiving Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile:

"Little Heavenly Master, this is our Gao family's secret recipe. It strengthens the body, consolidates the foundation, improves the bones, and recovers from injuries... Our Gao family, like the Lu family, does not have a fixed method of inheritance. But why are all the sects vying for it? This medicinal bath is one of the small factors."

"Then I have to see it carefully." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Afterwards, he dismissed his attendants, untied his bloodstained robe, went into the water naked, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"Luckily I killed the general with one move. Otherwise, I would have been trapped by the curse and hit by the ninja leader's decisive move. If he had attacked from the side, my soul and body would have been attacked at the same time, and it would have been a bit difficult to deal with."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself, "This time the attack was very swift, and the identities of those killed seemed to be quite impressive. The Japanese pirates will definitely not let this go, and they will probably be even more ruthless next time."

"but……"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled faintly. He was not afraid of these things, and of course he would not be stupid enough to force his way to the door.

He clearly realized one thing from this attack: even he would be in danger if he got caught up in a planned scheme.

However, the reason why he was so reckless this time was because he had the immortals by his side and the Tang Sect lurking in the dark. If he was alone, he would not be so reckless and would have new strategies to deal with the situation.

For example, if they are far away, you can use a wave of Flying Thunder Swords to clean the ground first, and then attack him. However, this method will result in many fish slipping through the net when they see the bad situation, and you cannot catch them all in one fell swoop like this time.

Zhang Zhiwei gathered his thoughts, closed his eyes, and did not practice. He simply relaxed his mind, calmed himself, and thought of nothing.

His level of meditation has reached the fifth stage. Even if he does not practice, the Qi in his body will circulate automatically. The calmer his mind is, the faster it will circulate.

So even if Zhang Zhiwei is not taking any action now, his cultivation speed is still terrifying, but this is just a simple practice of Qi and does not involve the tempering of life.

But Qi is the foundation of all things. Even if you do not actively cultivate your life, as long as the Qi in your body is sufficient, your physical quality will improve to a certain extent.

When Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, he could see Tianpeng Zhenjun, who had just returned from the battle, hovering three feet above his head. There were some shocking blood spots on his armor, and his already majestic and terrifying face became even more hideous.

This was the result of the massacre in the Soul Summoning Society's lineage.

Zhang Zhiwei could burn it with the Samadhi True Fire, but he didn't do it.

If those resentful evil spirits existed on his life soul, he would certainly get rid of them immediately, but his celestial soul was free and he was protected by the divine power of Tianpeng Zhenjun, so what could the resentful evil spirits of the Japanese pirates do to him?

This is his achievement in exorcising demons and monsters.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei felt the effect of the medicinal bath. His skin and tendons resonated with the medicinal power of the water. Waves of warm qi spread from the outside to the inside, nourishing his internal organs and bones.

For ordinary people, this would be a considerable improvement, but for Zhang Zhiwei it was nothing and would not have much effect. However, it did make him feel warm all over and very comfortable.

At the same time, he also clearly felt that his body had undergone some kind of transformation and needed some nourishment.

"Wow!"

Zhang Zhiwei stretched his hand out of the water and looked at his topaz-like palm:

"When did my hands become like this?"

He began to ponder. Cultivation is a slow process. It is not something that can be achieved instantly once a breakthrough is made. Both the body and the soul need a gradual transformation.

This process is not noticeable, and many people even find it difficult to notice. When they notice it, they suddenly realize that there has been a considerable change. It is just like gaining weight, and they often realize it when they find that their clothes can no longer fit into them.

Zhang Zhiwei had a feeling that he seemed to be different from before, both in terms of his "nature" and "fate".

Before, although his life cultivation was strong and far beyond that of ordinary people, he was essentially still an ordinary person, just several times stronger, which could be called quantitative change.

And now, the quantitative change is still accumulating, but at the same time, its quality seems to be changing.

He could clearly feel that his life was undergoing some kind of transformation, and now was just the beginning.

Of course, this transformation was not caused by the medicinal bath. He had felt it during the previous battle. To be precise, it was when the god of death grabbed his soul and pulled it hard.

At that time, he was concentrating on breaking the curse, and it took advantage of the opportunity and pulled his life a little, causing his soul and body to swing and a small gap to appear.

It was at that time, after he stabilized his life, that he discovered the changes in his life.

For him, the grab and pull of the Grim Reaper was like changing pants after gaining weight and realizing that he was too fat to wear them.

(End of this chapter)