Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 289 It’s over
In Zhongma City after a great battle, Wang Yi and his group who stayed there also began to carry out post-war work.

A group of nearly forty people were divided into two groups. One group, under the instruction of the big master, collected the remains of the Gu God that were scattered by Wang Yi. These remains were all made of the flesh and blood of the strange people, immortals and Japanese soldiers who were imprisoned here, as well as the characteristics of the remnants of the Gu God Cult that they were like a centipede that was dead but still alive.

This time the master did not dare to be negligent. On the one hand, he asked his disciples to carefully collect the remains and see if they could find a body that was barely intact like the father of the three little ghosts who killed them, and separate it out. On the other hand, he asked Wang Yi and Lao Meng to cooperate to see if this guy was completely dead.

In the past, even though these old men had verified their identities and cooperated with the destruction of bones and ashes, some people still slipped through the net. After lingering on for decades, who knows whether the remnants of the Gu God Cult have developed a lot of disciples. If so, we should take advantage of the fact that we have masters who are proficient in the soul and quickly trace the source and try to find their lair. When we go back, the master can call for help and carry out another operation to wipe out the remnants of the Gu God Cult.

The other group entered this building full of crime to search for evidence of their crimes.

This is also the reason why Wang Yi wanted to pull him out from underground. As for why he didn't lead the team directly into the basement through the secret door.

Are you kidding? Fighting on someone else's home turf? He didn't care, but what if the people behind him were killed? Would he trade their lives with these devils? He wasn't stupid.

In order to speed up efficiency, the Tang Sect also called in the American Ant Nest aliens who had been watching outside. They had no part in this battle. Their role was to bring those things that had been reviewed by Wang Yi and could be taken away to Shanghai after everything was done, and have the overseas base of the Continental Group located in Shanghai announced, so as to bring a wave of international public opinion pressure to Japan.

Although this pressure is better than nothing, the people inside the Great Wall must be made aware of the dire straits that their compatriots outside the Great Wall are in.

If it weren't for the dead bald guy blocking the news channels and even making the move of going north to fight against the Japanese illegal, Wang Yi would not have wanted to resort to such a desperate measure.

By doing this, have I unknowingly become a link in history that spans the present and the future, drawing the attention of those inhumane Americans on the other side of the ocean to this issue?

But now that things have come to this, he can only take one step at a time. For many things, the outcome is still unknown. After all, he is very capable of survival.

Just as Wang Yi was venting his feelings, the master also came over. The expression on his face was not relieved, but it was not too bad either. He looked calm, as if he had known the result in advance.

"Boss Wang, two pieces of news, one good and one bad."

"Master, let me guess. The good news is that the remnants of the Gushen Cult cannot be any deadlier, right?"

"That's right. I've heard about your method of disrupting people's true qi before. It's similar to that of Quan Xing Wu Gen Sheng. This guy is doomed to fall into your hands. The bad news is that although this old guy is dead, due to our negligence, he has raised many descendants, and they are all related to this Japanese."

"As expected, without the Japanese providing him with resources, he wouldn't have had the time to do so many things."

As they were talking, Shuiyun and other Trinity disciples came towards Wang Yi and his group with grim expressions on their faces, carrying a thick box in their hands. When the box was opened, they saw all black-and-white photos that had been developed, and on top of the photos were several film reels with Chinese characters on them.

September 18th, Showa 7th year, October 11th, Showa 7th year...

Looking at the ugly expressions of Shuiyun and the others, and the uncomfortable look on the faces of the American ant nest aliens following behind them, Wang Yi knew what was in these film reels.

"Are they all here?"

"I searched three times, and they are all here. This is the list of personnel stationed here. I checked with Mr. Chen Zhen, and half of them are not here. These beasts, how can they be so lucky!"

"Is that so? Then seal these things up. They are more important than any of us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, walking."

When everything was cleaned up, Wang Yi and his team looked at the corpses spread out on the ground. There were more than 500 corpses that could be collected, not counting those of the Japanese soldiers. There were also those that were placed in the incinerator on the outer wall.

In the wind and snow, Wang Yi and his companions stood there beside the campfire, silent as they looked at their compatriots who had died in this war within just one year.

The only thing they could do was to bow three times to their dead compatriots, and then use a big fire to let them rest in peace on this land that belonged to them, and let everything return to dust and earth to earth.

The same was true for the three little ghost slayers. They were luckier than the young Yan Shuangying. At least they got to see their father and say goodbye to him in the end.

When Wang Yi and his colleagues were collecting the remains, they had already cremated their father, collected the ashes and put them in a urn. They looked at the flames in the sky without saying a word.

Lao Meng stood next to Wang Yi. The information he got from here was enough for him to have a general idea of ​​how to advance from an animal master to a biological master who could control bacteria.

Looking at the raging fire, Lao Meng finally spoke.

"After we go back and expose it to the world, will they stop doing it?"

"No, they will just do it more secretly, or simply stop pretending."

"Then what we did today was in vain?"

"No, we will let more people remember the national hatred and family feuds. We will also tell our descendants what happened here. We will take these bloody evidences to let our descendants know that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor."

Lao Meng was silent, then spoke.

"Wang Yi, I hope you can promise me one thing."

"explain."

"If one day I become a demon or an evil person because of this, don't think of our past, just kill me and put an end to my future troubles."

"···clear."

"Thank you."

As everyone used their true Qi to ignite the fire, using the wood in the city, it burned for a full hour. The flames shot up into the sky, and finally the remains of the more than 500 dead compatriots were turned into ashes.

The flames rising into the sky also caused the master to worry. Sure enough, a sharp scream was heard from far away, which made the master move forward.

"Boss Wang, it looks like the Japanese in the city have been alerted. They are not far from here. Do you want to take a look?"

"No hurry, there's still a little bit of work to be done."

Magnetic Field Martial Arts: Earth-shaking!

Using this killer move again, for no other reason, Wang raised his hand and grabbed it.

The underground building that he pulled out from ten meters underground was lifted into the air by Wang Yi. With another sweep, the bodies of the Japanese soldiers were thrown into the pit by Wang Yi.

Open your five fingers and press into the air.

The underground building suspended in the air fell down with a loud thud, and an invisible force crushed it to pieces, turning it into a pile of graves for the devils.

Afterwards, Wang Yicai used his ingenuity to move the ashes of his fellow victims to the graves of the Japanese soldiers. Then, countless rubble and gravel turned into soil to bury them.

According to some superstitious beliefs of the older generation, if one is placed on the grave of one's enemy after death, one's descendants will be unable to gain power for the rest of their lives, and even in the underworld, they will be able to ride on the enemy's head and pee and shit on him.

Wang Yi is not a superstitious person. If there are people who disrespect ghosts and gods in this world, there are those who cheat people in the name of ghosts and gods, because they know what they are doing better than anyone else. If there are really gods and immortals in this world, they will be the first to be dealt with.

One type is these practitioners, who have all kinds of miraculous methods and the ability to climb walls and fly over roofs. In the ignorant ancient times, they were regarded as gods by people, and even some gods were born based on them. They also do not believe in gods.

The last type, of course, will be the people who will smash this old world full of sin and ignorance in the future.

Now, Wang Yi hopes that he can be a little more superstitious, hoping that the spirits of his fellow victims in heaven can protect them and allow him to avenge the blood debt from the Japanese Empire and those war criminals during his lifetime.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Yi grabbed a stone pillar and brought it to the grave of his dead compatriots. The next step was to erect a monument to leave their names.

Doing this is simply telling the Japanese soldiers who are coming here who did everything.

Use your finger as a pen and draw in the air.

The simulated slashing strokes turned into handwriting and were engraved on the stone pillar.

"Today, we have killed more than 600 members of the Togo troop of the Japanese pirates, and more than 2000 members of the regiment. One day, we will kill all of you and exterminate your entire clan!"

Just as Wang Yi was about to sign, the master spoke.

"Master Wang, please carve the name of our Tang Sect on it as well."

"Walking, you are walking in the world for the Trinity Sect. How can we, the Trinity Sect, stay out of today's incident?"

"My Wuhou Qimen has been passed down for thousands of years, so how can I be a cowardly person?"

Looking at his indignant colleagues behind him, Wang Yi also engraved the last few words with a smile.

"The Chinese alien leaves his name here. If you break this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

After saying that, Wang jumped into the air, stepped on the stone pillar and pierced the ground until it was halfway below the ground, leaving just the words he wanted to leave. Then he returned to the crowd.

"Aren't you afraid that they will destroy the body if you do this?"

"If they destroy the bodies and all the evidence, will we forget what happened today? The list is here. We have a long way to go. We have plenty of time to kill them slowly. Now, retreat."

Seeing that all the troubles had been cleaned up, Wang Yi and others left Zhongma City, a place full of blood and sin, before the large Japanese army from Bingcheng arrived, and took away all the related information.
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The Bingcheng Special District Chief Executive's Office was originally the Fengtian Army Office.

However, as the war broke out and Ice City fell, it became the base camp of the Japanese army. At this time, in the commander's office of this office, Matsui Ishitomo, the highest commander in charge of Ice City, was restless in his office, waiting for news from the large force that had arrived to provide support.

He knew better than anyone that once the things there were exposed, as a native Japanese noble with a family crest, he would not need to commit suicide to apologize.

However, the pressure from international public opinion would also hinder his career, even with the protection of his uncle.

So he was more worried than anyone else that what was going on there would be exposed, and just when he was feeling anxious, a strange voice appeared in his office.

"Matsui Sekitomo?"

Matsui Ishitomo subconsciously looked up and saw an old man and a young boy appear in his office. He instinctively wanted to call for help, but found himself sitting on the chair as if he was sleep-deprived, unable to speak or move.

Wang Yi flipped through the names on the list and nodded.

"It seems to be you. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Your life will be useful."

As he spoke, Wang Yi also walked forward and pointed a finger at his forehead.

As Wang Yi's magnetic field martial arts and radio dream entry were activated, Matsui Ishiyou could no longer hide his sleepiness, his head tilted to one side, and he fell asleep.

After doing all this, Wang Yi and the master hid themselves and quietly left the Japanese military headquarters in Ice City.

"Why not kill him?"

"If we kill him, will they stop doing what they did today? When we return, the young marshal will be ready to retreat to the interior of the country. By then, the entire area outside the country will be completely sealed off, and it will be extremely difficult to enter and do things. By then, who will serve as our eyes and ears and collect the numerous crimes committed by the devils outside the country?"

"But I won't listen to you, Mr. Wang."

"I didn't intend for him to listen to me. I just gave him some hints."

"hint?"

"If they do what they did today again, I will hint to them that if they don't take photos or record videos of such a great deed, they will regret it for the rest of their lives. When the time comes to settle accounts in the future, I can also use him to find the evidence of their crimes. Since ancient times, catching thieves and seizing stolen goods can ensure one's invincibility.

Moreover, without these things, how can future generations know what happened on this land and how much sacrifice the martyrs made to bring peace to future generations? "

“Will there ever be peace?”

"Yes, I'll beg you to ask, sir, how old are you this year?"

"Sixty-six, what?"

"When you look back when you are eighty-four, you will realize how much China has changed since the Great Peace."

"How big can it be?"

"If it were a world so big that you and I would be willing to sacrifice for that peaceful day."

"Haha, then I will borrow Master Wang's good words and I, Tang Jiaren, will try to live to be eighty-four. I will see what kind of changes will happen to the Shu land where my Tang Sect is located by the time I'm eighty-four."

"You and I will wait and see~"

Wang Yi's confident vision of a peaceful future, even mentioning the Shu region where the Tang Sect was located, made the smile on the old master's face seem more genuine and joyful.

Because as people from Shu, whether it is the master or the elders like the head of the Tang Clan, they all know the difficulties of Shu.

The poem "The road to Shu is difficult, harder than climbing to the sky" is not only used in ancient times, but also runs through the entire Republic of China.

On the eve of the master's 84th birthday, he and his junior fellow Tang Bingwen, the head of the Tang Sect, realized that what Wang Yi had said to them back then was not a joke.

The road to Shu is no longer difficult.

(End of this chapter)