I never would have thought that the people trapped in the Wang family's ancestral home were actually a few little devils!
I get angry just looking at these heartless dogs. Their green military uniforms are the same color as the poop that a fucking cow eats, and it's disgusting to look at!
I turned sideways to avoid his slashing knife again, slapped him with my backhand, and cursed: "Fuck you!"
The force of my slap was really strong. Stars appeared in the mustache's eyes and he fell to the ground.
At the same time, the other Japanese who were hiding in the corner of the room came out, each one waving their long swords and charging towards me, shouting and killing.
Under normal circumstances, the strength of a ghost, in addition to its own diligent Taoism, is also related to the age at which it died. In film and television works, there are not often descriptions such as the century-old corpse king, the thousand-year ghost king, and the ten-thousand-year demon king. Anyway, the older you get, the better.
The bigger, the more powerful.
The uniforms of the few little devils in the house all date from the war years, at least nearly a hundred years ago, but their strength is no different from that of the new devils who died not long ago.
Investigating the reason, it should be that these trapping ghost charms played a role, not only restricting the little devil's actions, but also limiting the growth of his strength.
Therefore, in my eyes, they are not even as threatening as the native dogs in the countryside.
I punched and kicked a few people and knocked them down easily, but these guys were not honest at all and had extremely poor quality. After they fell to the ground, they cursed at me. As for what they said, besides the curse words, I
Didn't understand a word.
At this time, an officer who was dressed differently from other Japanese soldiers stood up with difficulty and said to me in broken Chinese: "Are you going to work for the Wang family?"
"Hey, I can speak human language. I'm not the Wang family, I'm your ancestor. Oh, no, it's too bad to be your ancestor. My Dahuang is your ancestor!"
Dahuang is a local dog I raised when I was a child. When it was about three years old, it was bitten by a passing wild dog in front of my house. The wild dog was probably carrying rabies virus and its eyes were red.
I was ten years old at the time, and I was studying the contents of the book at home. That page taught me the meditation mantra, and I still remember it fresh.
Seeing that Dahuang was injured, I was so angry that I picked up the bench under my buttocks and rushed out. I broke the mad dog's head and was bitten by it.
When Uncle Li came back from outside and learned about this, he first took me to the county hospital to get vaccinated. After returning home, he told me that I couldn't keep the rhubarb, otherwise it would become like that mad dog.
I couldn't bear it, so Uncle Li ignored me, picked up the boning knife, and chopped off the rhubarb's head in front of me.
Because of this incident, Uncle Li and I had a conflict for several hours, which ended with Uncle Li beating me up.
Naturally, the officer did not understand the sarcasm in my words. He pointed at me and said: "You are... an idiot!"
I laughed angrily at his lame accent. I raised my foot and kicked him to the ground. Then I stepped forward, stepped on his chest, picked up the samurai sword he had dropped on the ground, and said coldly:
"You bitch, if you're a good person, you don't learn to speak good words. Instead, you learn to curse. Didn't your mother tell you that you need to have some quality to be a good person?"
After saying that, I slapped myself on the head and suddenly realized: "Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot, you guys are not human beings, and there is no quality to talk about!"
"You talk too much! If you dare, kill me!" He glared at me and said firmly.
"Kill you? Isn't that easy for you?" I held up the samurai sword and scratched him back and forth with the tip of the sword, and finally landed on his crotch.
"Trying to test my chops?" I said, stabbing him with the knife!
The officer immediately let out a painful scream, heartbreaking, and without allowing him to rest, I pointed the knife at his abdomen again and said with a smile: "I heard that you guys like to commit seppuku, right? Look at you.
I’ve probably never tried this before, can I help you?”
Saying that, without allowing for an answer, I cut open his abdomen with another knife. The pain made the officer roll his eyes and his body shook like chaff.
It was at this moment that I noticed something strange coming from behind me. I thought it was some little devil who wanted to sneak attack me.
But when I looked sideways, I saw one of them standing on tiptoes, trying to sneak away. I threw the samurai sword backhand, and heard a whooshing sound through the air. The little devil's soul was stabbed by the samurai sword.
Wear it right!
I walked over and pulled off the long knife fixed on the wooden door. Before the little devil's soul disappeared, I actually saw a happy smile of relief on his face!
As for the remaining Japs in the house, after seeing their companions reduced to ashes, not only did they not feel scared, but they all had expressions of longing and excitement on their faces.
I suddenly realized that these Japs were locked up in this room all day long and could not go anywhere. For them, life was really worse than death.
Of course, under normal circumstances, if they want to commit suicide or kill each other, it is definitely possible, after all, they all have knives in their hands.
But it was these ghost trapping charms posted on the door that made it impossible for them to even commit suicide.
Thinking of this, I glanced at the officer who was lying on the ground and still yelling at me, asking me to kill him.
I said how dare this old boy call me a fool in front of me. He just wanted to anger me and make me kill him!
At that time, I was eighteen years old and was in the rebellious stage of my youth. If you asked me to go east, I would still go west instead of following your wishes!
But I don't want to leave just like that, I always feel like something is missing.
After pondering for a long time, I closed the door, picked up the knife, and spent an afternoon making human pigeons out of bamboo baskets for the few remaining Japanese in the room, including the officer.
I want these bitches to have no chance of being comfortable even if they die.
After finishing all this work, when I came out of the Wang family's ancestral house, the sun was already setting.
I didn't bother the Wang family and walked home alone. Along the way, I admired the scenery of the ancient city of Jinling and was filled with emotion.
By the time I returned to the entrance of the villa area where the Wang family was located, it was already an hour later.
Perhaps seeing that I was a stranger, the security guard stopped me and asked me to call the owners who lived there and ask them to come out and pick me up.
I could understand that this was a security service for a high-end community, so I honestly took out my mobile phone, but before I could make a call, Lao Xu happened to drive out of the villa area in the Wang family’s black car. After seeing me,
He pressed down the window and respectfully called Mr. Chen.
The two security guards naturally knew Lao Xu. When they saw Lao Xu calling me Mr. Chen with a respectful expression, they were so shocked that they looked at each other and could not speak.
"I was just about to call you, and you came out. Where are you going?" I asked with a smile.
Lao Xu looked a little anxious and said, "Mr. Wang just called me and said there was something wrong in the store and asked me to come over and help deal with it."
"What's wrong?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know. Mr. Wang didn't go into details on the phone. He just asked me to come over quickly. I guess something went wrong with the big deal this afternoon. Mr. Chen, do you want to go and have a look together?"
I thought for a while and asked, "Is Zhixi at home?"
"Here." He said.
"Then I'd better go with you." This chapter has been completed!