Chapter 671 The Passing of Time 36

This time, no one cried; they all had smiles on their faces.

Someone whispered, "Our benefactor, after taking your pills, we all feel much better, and the Japanese devils don't dare to torture us anymore."

Even if we can't leave Beiping alive, it doesn't matter. We'll be content just to see the sun outside.

You must ensure your safety.

"Yes, we've long since given up on living, we're just holding onto our breath."

If I die, I die; it saves me from suffering under the Japanese devils.

I never thought I'd still be alive to eat such big meat buns and steamed bread; I'm already very content.

"If we get out, we might be able to kill a few Japanese soldiers. It would be too frustrating to die here."

"Yes, after I've eaten and drunk my fill, I'll wipe out these little devils too. Killing even one won't be a loss."

The Japanese devils were lying right in front of their door; they could have easily killed them with a wave of their hand. Just thinking about it made me feel so vindictive.

Ning Yan stood there, listening to them eat and talk. She only cleared away the bucket and bowls after they finished eating, saying, "Hmm, we'll need them next time we come."

As soon as the item disappeared, the people in the prison knew that their benefactor was about to leave. Before long, they snapped the necks of several Japanese soldiers.

In the commander's office, several floors away, He Rui was plotting with Matsui.

"If we simply release the prisoners, our Great Japanese Empire will lose all face."

Matsui agreed with this statement. The entire country of China was about to become part of the Great Japanese Empire. How could they possibly back down because of a tiny ghost?

"But this ghost is elusive. He has killed so many of our soldiers, yet no one has ever seen his face. No, we haven't even seen a shadow of him. We can't even catch a glimpse of him."

"China is a mysterious country. I spent the whole night reading books and I think this ghost is probably a highly skilled sorcerer."

"Warlock?"

"Yes, so I sent people to look for Taoist priests who have achieved success in their cultivation today, but unfortunately, they are not easy to find."

It's not that it's hard to find, it's that it's impossible to find.

After the Japanese army attacked China, many Taoist temples were emptied. Those Taoist priests either hid in the deep mountains to avoid the world or simply joined the army to fight the enemy. Where could he find them?

"In my opinion, we can do it like this..."

...

Qiu Juncheng recorded all of the two men's plots and didn't go home until they had finished their discussion.

It was dinnertime, so after getting home and changing his clothes, he made sure no one was watching him before going to the meat shop.

When Manager Ma saw someone come in, he quickly greeted them, "What would you like to eat, sir?" After asking, he realized it was Qingsong, and his heart skipped a beat.

Qiu Juncheng smiled and said, "The pig's head meat yesterday was quite good. Today, let's have another pig's ear, half a pound of pig's head meat, and half a pound of large intestine."

The lady seems to have said that she loves to eat stir-fried pork intestines with vinegar.

Shopkeeper Ma: "Shall I cut it for you instead?"

"Yes, slice them all thinly. The young man was quite skilled yesterday, so I had him slice them again."

Actually, there are only two people in this shop, Manager Ma and Xiao San'er. Manager Ma does all the work of making braised offal, while Xiao San'er is responsible for serving customers.

To be honest, the offal from this shop was just so-so, but it was cleaned well and braised until tender, so it was edible.

The young woman was so happy by the compliment that she turned into a chrysanthemum. "Please wait a moment, sir, I'll cut it for you right away."

With the mistress gone and no customers in the shop, Qiu Juncheng quickly gave the information he had received that day to Boss Ma: "This is the plan that He Rui and Matsui just finalized today to deal with the ghost. Send it out as soon as possible."

Manager Ma wondered if he had misheard. How could Qingsong have gotten his hands on such a meticulous plan? Could it be that He Rui was one of their own?

"Okay, I understand."

After Xiao San'er finished cutting the offal, Qiu Juncheng took his things and left.

I got home just in time for dinner.

"Aunt Wang, let's make another stir-fried pork intestines with vinegar using this."

Aunt Wang took the bag and smiled in agreement. She had made cold noodles, green beans with sauce, and cucumber salad for dinner. She also made a mixed shredded vegetables dish. Was her husband complaining that she wasn't cooking enough again?

However, it's summer now, and it's very hot. Leftovers will spoil overnight, so she really doesn't dare to cook too much.

Ning Yan frowned as soon as she saw the food on the table. "This restaurant again?"

She won't think much of it if she buys it once, but she'll realize it if she buys it two days in a row.

"What, you don't like it?"

"I'll give you a recipe later. Next time you go, give the recipe to the shopkeeper, otherwise I'm afraid his business will go out of business."

Qiu Juncheng: It's impossible for it to go bankrupt. We were thinking that there were too many people, which would be not conducive to their rendezvous. But it's a bit unreasonable to keep it running without making any money.

"Okay, I'll give you a share of the profits he makes."

Ning Yan rolled her eyes. "Give me a break. Do you think I need his two cents?"

This made Qiu Juncheng burst into laughter.

Soon the braised pork intestines with vinegar were ready, and Ning Yan ate most of the plate with noodles. It tasted really good.

At midnight, Qiu Juncheng quietly got out of bed, tiptoed out of the house, and ran to Aunt Wang's house.

He sent the entire plan for the day after tomorrow to Ghost, agreeing to join, and only returned home satisfied after receiving a call back from his hometown.

Yan'an.

Cui Yan, head of the intelligence department.

The name sounds like a woman's, but he's a real man.

He'd been busy these past few days, and he'd only been asleep for half an hour when his junior colleague woke him up.

"Director, Jin Chan has sent an encrypted file and requests that you translate it personally."

"Who sent it?" He wondered if he had misheard.

"Golden Cicada".

Why would Jin Chan send an encrypted telegram at this time?

He immediately got up, put on his glasses, and walked outside.

He went to the telegraph room and examined the telegram by the light. When he saw the mission in the telegram, he was so excited that he went straight out to show the translated telegram to his superior.

No wonder Jin Chan sent such an encrypted telegram in person. Ghost's identity really can't be known by too many people. So far, only he, Jin Chan, and Ghost himself know. Soon, add a leader. Hmm, that will give Ghost the greatest security guarantee!

Twelve o'clock? What's wrong with twelve o'clock? The leader really hasn't rested yet.

"Xiao Cui, is something urgent?"

"Jin Chan has sent a secret telegram; you should read it yourself." Say less, lest someone overhear.

The commander took the translated telegram, his eyes shining brighter as he read it. "Excellent! Excellent! Jin Chan's marriage is a great success; he has rendered a great service!"

After his initial excitement, he read through the rest of the text: "According to Jin Chan's intelligence, Colonel He Rui will set up an ambush two miles outside the city gate. Our men must also be prepared in advance and absolutely no accidents should be allowed to happen."

"Yes, sir. I will arrange things right away and make sure everything goes smoothly."

...

The three-day deadline that Ning Yan had agreed upon arrived quickly.

Ning Yan applied an invisibility talisman and swaggered into the military police headquarters.

She arrived early on purpose, mainly to offer a thoughtful reminder.

A note appeared silently in front of He Rui.