[It's terrible! It's just too terrible...]

[No way, is this really Master Shui Shui? Isn't she supposed to be amazing? How could she be in such a terrible state? She even lost her arm?]

[It's over! My mentality has completely collapsed! If I were Shuiyun, these past seven days would have either killed me or driven me insane. It's fucking terrifying!]

[...]

After Jinshangyue handed the metaphysical female lead over to Daodao to play with, she didn't pay much attention to her anymore.

Her attention is now entirely focused on the vanished mountains.

As night fell, when the moon shone again over the mountain village, the village was already filled with white banners.

All the villagers were dressed in mourning clothes, all in white, and scattered yellow paper towards the sky.

It started at the village entrance and continued into the village.

The mourning procession, scattering money as it went, circled the village.

Is Jin Shangyue considering joining?

Or should we go to the room and watch the live stream?

As a result, the mourning villagers walked past her, completely ignoring her.

They all acted as if they couldn't see her at all.

This scene made Jin Shangyue pause slightly, and she immediately stepped forward and pulled one of the women away.

His hand passed right through the other person's body.

Now, not only is Jin Shangyue's identity confirmed, but the surviving villagers will never see her again.

Even the viewers in the live stream understood.

[Holy crap! What's going on? Why can't these villagers see our Emperor anymore?]

This is going to be a big problem!

Did those surviving villagers also die?

Jin Shangyue had the same question, but since she was there, she naturally felt, saw, and observed more than the viewers in the live stream.

She was certain that the villagers dressed in mourning clothes were not dead.

However, she went from initially integrating herself into the group to becoming an observer.

It's as if she entered this time by traveling through a point in time in the form of a soul.

In a spirit form, observe the truth and the past.

The air was filled with the sound of weeping, a mournful wail that weighed heavily on the heart.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on my heart.

In particular, it was observed that the bodies of the villagers and Long Jun who died in battle last night had all been collected by the surviving villagers and moved to the small square in the center of the village.

Looking around, one could see that the corpses were truly piled up like mountains.

High piles of corpses were laid out.

The scene was absolutely stunning.

Every surviving villager, even the youngest children, carried a torch of suitable size.

Everyone took a torch and set all the corpses ablaze.

The group held a farewell ceremony for all the deceased relatives, friends, and fellow villagers.

The moment the flames shot into the sky, a group of Japanese soldiers carrying guns suddenly burst in.

"Baka! Keep the pretty girl, kill the rest!"

"How dare you kill warriors of our Great Japan! Our Great Japanese Empire will make you pay with your lives!"

Bang bang bang!

The moment the gunshot rang out, the entire village was thrown into chaos.

Gunshots, screams, shouts, and curses rose and fell.

The surviving villagers were all children and women, as well as elderly people in their seventies and eighties.

Of these elderly people, 80% are women.

The elderly men had all died in battle last night.

It's easy to imagine what would happen to such a group, without any guns or ammunition, when faced with a surprise attack from a hundred Japanese soldiers.

Seeing the chaotic and cruel scene of the demons dancing wildly, the viewers in the live stream all stood up and cursed in fury.

She used every vicious word she could think of to hurl insults.

I wish I could climb up the internet cable and kill those damn beasts!

Jin Shangyue frowned as she watched.

Although she had visited many war-torn worlds while doing missions in the smaller worlds.

To be honest, I've seen this kind of scene countless times.

But back then, whenever she saw them, it was always the Japanese soldiers who would die in the end.

Things are different now.

This is a scene that happened in the past, not now.

She couldn't change anything; she could only watch from the sidelines.