Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

It was like a thunderclap in the depths of Vadim's heart, this unique phrase had always been hidden in the bottom of his heart, just like a thorn.

The scene in front of his eyes started to blur. His woman was pressed onto the box, and the bright red blood on her throat was quickly drunk down. Soon, her appearance changed to that of an Oriental girl, while the beast that drank large mouthfuls of blood actually became him.

The grilled meat rack on the fire had been set up, the pretty girl had lost the luster of her life, her white and delicate skin was about to become a piece of meat filled with sauce. She rubbed her hands together and licked her lips, waiting for the feast to begin.

Not far away, the other people in the girl's village were staring at him with vicious eyes. The word that came out of their mouths the most was' retribution '!

What was retribution? Vadim had never heard of it before when he was young. After he asked for many translators to explain this word, he finally understood that retribution was a concept from the Eastern religions, a natural law that the entire Asian believed in.

If you do something evil, sooner or later the bad news will return to you. It's not that you don't want to report it, it's just that the time is not right yet.

Vadim naturally did not believe in such nonsense. He believed in the supremacy of strength, as long as I was as strong as a fist, no one would dare to stop me even if they killed me.

The weak Qing people used to play with these useless things to scare people. This was the curse of the weak.

I, Vadim, have fought all the way from Europe to Asia, so many people have died by my hands. I have already forgotten about the meat of the pagan I ate, what retribution is there?

I am promoted and I am rich, and all your curses are but a fart to me!

But now, everything that had happened had shattered all of his arrogance. Originally, there really was a retribution in life, someone would come and kill you in the end, and you, a cannibal, would become someone else's food in the end.

Retribution is everywhere, just like the relative concept of force in physics. How much force do you strike against the wall, and the wall will certainly return the same force to you.

No one could escape the curse of retribution, not without retribution! But the time had not come!

"Hahaha …" "Hahaha …" Vadim laughed in a sad voice, "So that's how it is... "So that's what it feels like!"

"Watching my beloved family being killed in front of me and watching my most beloved woman being eaten … I can't believe this is the feeling …" "So it's this painful, so I've given others so much pain before!"

"God forgive me for being a sinner!"

With a kick, one of the aides kicked Vadim into the corner of the wall, and then casually carried the unconscious woman away. "We will all die, and before we die, you actually remember to pray? Stop dreaming, the gates of heaven will not be opened for us, cherish your last moments, this is the last carnival before going to hell! "

With a flash of the blade, the sharp dagger cut open the blood vessel of the unconscious woman and swallowed large mouthfuls of fresh blood. Vadim's two female slaves and his six year old son had all their blood sucked dry that night.

That night was also the last time they had gathered their strength to call for help. They used the little energy they had gained from the human blood to start using all their tools to smash the cans, the walls, and the metal buckets. Their hoarse cries for help lasted for half the night.

That night, the four dockers were scared half to death by the ghostly sound coming from the ground. The handsome tiger who was in a clandestine relationship ran for his life in a panic, while the Sanniang who was disheveled threatened by the rascals.

But that was only the last of the evil spirits. The six officers who had caused a ruckus in the middle of the night still had not received help from the Chinese, and their last hope was dashed.

The navy was completely gone, and only his own blood was left. The three weakest people in the dungeon were already dead, and now he wanted to solve the problem of thirst … Then we can only hurt each other.

The seven people knew that they were going to die for sure. There was no sound from outside for such a long time, which meant that the Chinese could not hear their cries for help.

If this went on any longer, it would only result in death, but humans were just that cowardly. Even if they had to live another three minutes, they would never give up.

Vadim had finally reached the end of his life. As his hope had been completely shattered, he was the first one to be slaughtered, like an animal. The stench of blood allowed the other six evil spirits to last for half a day.

However, that was only for half a day. Blood could never solve a real problem, and drinking blood was actually the same as drinking salt water. He could only get more and more thirsty, and the more thirsty he was, the more he needed to find something to quench his thirst.

The six hungry wolves finally set their sights on their small group. Vadim's family had all their blood sucked dry, now it was up to them to kill themselves.

Gunfire, the sound of an axe chopping down a bone, the screams of the dying … On the last night, even the deities closed their eyes. Even the deities could not bear to watch such a tragedy unfold.

After that day, the ghost sound never appeared again. Sanniang moved his pub away, bringing the handsome tiger's mother and that rogue who threatened him to a coal mine opened by the Mi family and never left there.

The only officer who was closest to the truth and was also willing to seek it out was transferred out of Haishenwai after the nation-building ceremony and never returned to serve here in his entire life.

Even more ironic is the fact that excessive Chinese supplies have helped history to hide this secret.

Due to the chaos in the accounts and the continuous transfer of property rights, the military rations in the entire warehouse were forgotten by someone. The food in the warehouse did not exist even in the logistics replenishment accounts of the loyal troops.

They did not need to worry about food and drinks. There were a lot of supplies that were not used up in this war. However, as time went by, the canned food and compressed biscuits were all over their lifespan and turned into trash.

There were a lot of areas that needed to be busy with in order to create a nation. The most important task in front of the Far East was to gather troops to defend against the Russian invasion, to restore economy, and finally to build internal affairs.

Large amounts of money and manpower were placed at the front lines, on the construction roads, on the mining areas, forest farms, and farming areas.

There was simply no one who was in the mood to count how much junk was in the Haishenwai, and no one was willing to count the number of these war remnants.

It wasn't until three years after the end of the war that the volunteers got rid of the threat from the north and were able to solve the remaining problems. The six consortia had their first general storage close to the east coast of the city.

The phenomenon of waste was extremely serious. When the military rations in the warehouse were opened, the stench almost did not kill the accounting staff and workers in the warehouse.

There was no need to count these rubbish. These smelly goods were directly taken to the burial ground outside the city to be buried. However, in the eyes of merchants, any manual labor was the cost and could not be easily wasted.

As a result, under the order of the project manager, the warehouse that had been reconstructed from the semi-buried headquarters was not emptied. Instead, it was directly demolished on the spot.

The exposed parts of the ground were completely destroyed and smashed flat. The broken military rations became the foundation of the wood pile field. People had placed 20 cm thick stones on top of the ruins. This spacious area had become a large open-air warehouse for merchants to pile up wood.

The bunker became a dungeon, and the dungeon became a underground palace. Finally, the woodwork factory was directly sealed, and the 10 souls below were officially buried, until 120 years later, when they were discovered by archaeologists and the whole world was shaken.