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Tang Yue turned past the mountain of corpses, her heart pounding, the sight before her suffocating her.

Just then, she noticed a emaciated man lying among the corpses. His hands were twisted and deformed, barely recognizable as hands. The man lay there limply, his breath faint, as if he might be swallowed by the aura of death at any moment.

Upon seeing Tang Yue, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak: "Who are you?" He was speaking in Japanese.

Tang Yue was overwhelmed by the horrific scene before her, her mind filled with shock and anger, completely oblivious to the fact that there were still survivors there. But looking at the man before her, Tang Yue didn't know whether to be happy or sad, because this man was already dead.

She spoke with difficulty, unwilling to believe the truth, but Tang Yue still managed to ask, "You are Chinese?"

The man's pupils dilated instantly, as if he had been struck by a powerful shock. In that instant, he seemed to have returned to a dreamlike world, and a happy smile spread across his emaciated face.

His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, each breath seeming to drain all his strength. With almost his last ounce of strength, he turned his head slightly to look at Tang Yue, "You...you're also Chinese?"

The man's eyes gleamed with hope, as if he longed to see a fellow villager before he died. It seemed that if this wish could be fulfilled, he would be content and willing to die.

Tang Yue nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'm from China. Can you still hold on? I'll take you home."

Tang Yue saw a relieved smile on his somewhat terrifying face. "That's good." Then his eyes moved, as if looking at everyone in the abandoned morgue. "Can we take them all away? Our greatest hope is to go home! That land, I really want to go home."

He had used all his strength to say these words, and Tang Yue knew he couldn't hold on any longer. Holding back her tears, Tang Yue nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I will bring you all back. However, I don't know where your homes are."

The man still had a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the roof. "It doesn't matter. As long as it's Chinese soil, anywhere is our home!"

Tang Yue could only make out the shape of the lips when she heard the last word "home," but she couldn't hear the sound anymore. Tang Yue quickly replied, "Okay, you believe me, I will definitely bring you all back."

It's unclear how much the man heard, but when he finally closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smile. Tang Yue closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were completely calm.

After a thorough inspection, Tang Yue found no living people. She left the room, flicked a few balls of fire from her fingertips, and threw them directly at the corpses. The moment the fireballs touched the bodies, a burnt smell quickly filled the air.

At first, the flames merely licked the corpses weakly, as if testing the waters. But just seconds later, the fire suddenly intensified and spread rapidly. The flames were orange-red, with bright yellow spots dancing in them, standing out starkly in the dimly lit room filled with corpses.

The flames greedily devoured everything, spreading rampantly along the path of the piled-up corpses. What was once a mountain of corpses gradually transformed into a massive, burning "bonfire" under the influence of the flames.

The shape of the flames constantly changed, sometimes rolling like surging waves, and sometimes twisting like a nimble snake.

As the flames burned, the corpse crackled and popped as it burned, the sound like a series of rapid drumbeats that pounded against Tang Yue's eardrums.

At the same time, a pungent, nauseating odor permeated the entire space—the smell of burning flesh mixed with burnt clothing. Tang Yue did not cover her mouth and nose, allowing the stench to seep into her nasal cavity and every pore of her body.

Tang Yue stood there, her eyes fixed on the burning pile of corpses, the flames reflecting in her gaze. Her hands clenched unconsciously, her lower lip bitten tightly, and her eyes, wide with rage, were bloodshot, like those of a cheetah about to unleash its fury.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately, she was choked by endless pain. Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Her eyes were fixed on the burning pile of corpses, as if trying to etch the scene deep into her mind. The flickering firelight illuminated her solemn and dignified face, and every movement of the light seemed to whisper the vow in her heart.

"I will definitely bring you home, I will never break my promise. May your souls return!" Tang Yue's thin lips parted slightly, her voice soft yet carrying immense power.

She knew all too well that these compatriots had suffered so much in a foreign land, and now she was their only hope. She could not let them down, nor could she allow their souls to wander aimlessly in this distant land.

The waiting process was rather long, but Tang Yue was very patient. She wanted every bone here to burn fully. Although she couldn't distinguish each person clearly, these people were once so familiar to her. She thought that they should be happy to return to the land of China together.

Tang Yue took out a large vat from her spatial storage, which she had bought from a supermarket in Japan. She then took out a broom and a dustpan and carefully swept the ashes from the ground together. Afterward, she used the dustpan to collect the ashes little by little and put them into the large vat.

She was extremely patient throughout the entire process, seemingly unwilling to leave anything behind. After collecting all the ashes, she placed the items separately in a designated area within the space.

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