The date the Military Intelligence Bureau ordered the assassination squad to go into hiding was October 29, 1949.

A month later, the assassination squad sent out a telegram reporting that they had found a large amount of gold hidden by the Liu family and had begun their infiltration according to plan.

From that point on, the two lost contact.

Five years later, when the anti-traitor squad sent another telegram, it said that the secret prison had collapsed due to an earthquake, cutting off supplies. The people who went out to purchase supplies had also lost contact with them. Now there were only two soldiers in the prison, unable to guard nearly a hundred prisoners, and they requested assistance.

The letter from the anti-traitor squad regarding their rescue efforts after the earthquake was dated April 20, 1955, which is also the last recorded date.

However, they did not receive a reply.

That makes sense, since the Nationalist army had already fled to Taiwan by then, how could they possibly come to Sichuan to provide assistance?

I glanced at the form on the wall again, and then quickly found Liu Guang's cell number three according to the number carved outside the cell.

Looking through the tent, a mummified corpse, reduced to skin, huddled in a corner, its hands covering its face, its mouth agape.

Even though he had become a mummified corpse, I could still recognize him as Liu Guang, whom I had seen in the environment, because his clothes had not changed at all.

This discovery sent chills down my spine.

I was only immersed in the illusion for about ten minutes, but I remember every single detail very clearly.

What I saw between them, were they their corpses or their souls?

It's clear that the people here suffered greatly before they died. The scratches and teeth marks on the wooden fence also show how scarce their resources were before they died.

Although they lived in a peaceful world like a paradise during the Night Feast of a Hundred Ghosts, they actually starved to death.

I glanced at the two corpses in military uniforms in the hall, hesitated for a moment, then found a heavily rusted shovel and buried the bodies of the two Nationalist soldiers. Since they were members of the anti-traitor squad, they must have killed many traitors and invaders, and were also national heroes.

As for the corpses in the prison, I didn't even look at them. They were traitors who betrayed their ancestors in life, and it's their just deserts in the wilderness after death.

After burying the two skeletons, I walked towards the cave exit with my flashlight. As I passed the door of a cell, I caught a glimpse of a figure inside out of the corner of my eye, and I immediately stopped and shone my flashlight inside.

It's the missing militia member, Lao Wang!

At that moment, he was lying face down in a corner of the cell, on top of a pile of bones.

He is dead.

The cell door lock remained intact, showing no signs of being damaged. I had no idea how Old Forgetful had gotten into the cell.

Like the other corpses in the room, Old Wang had become a wrinkled, dried-up corpse. If it weren't for the modern rubber shoes and Type 97 camouflage uniform he was wearing, I would never have been able to associate this shriveled body with someone who had only been missing for a day.

Thinking back to the scenes I experienced, I have a vague feeling that when I was possessed by evil spirits, Old Wang was still alive.

We don't know why he wandered into the world of the Night Banquet of a Hundred Ghosts, and his choice is the reason why he has fallen to this state.

This experience of the Night Banquet of a Hundred Ghosts has completely exceeded my comprehension.

Old Wang's corpse gave me a chilling feeling.

This fear doesn't come from corpses or ghosts, but from the kind of fear that humans feel when they can't control their own destiny and encounter mysterious forces beyond their comprehension.

This eerie atmosphere made me desperately want to leave this awful place.

I walked about fifty meters forward along the cave and reached the end. The canyon in front of me was filled with huge rocks, which was the passage that had collapsed due to an earthquake, as recorded in the records.

I saw water dripping down the rocks on one side, so I opened the cup that the Butterfly Man had left me and started filling it with water. At the same time, I lit a cigarette and began to think.

Although the telegram from the anti-traitor team said that this place had been sealed off, the fact that Butterfly Man was able to appear here means that there must still be passages around, or that Butterfly Man dug a passage directly in order to find Golden Bull Cave.

Regardless of which guess is correct, at least I see hope. Since the Butterfly Man is willing to leave supplies for me, there is naturally no need to seal off the passage.

After filling two glasses of water, I quickly returned to where Song Laosan was and splashed the entire glass of water on his face.

"ah!!"

The water jolted Song Laosan so much that he sat up with a scream, then began waving his fists in the air: "Damn it, get away from me, or I'll fight you to the death!"

When I saw it like this, I immediately shouted, "Song Laosan, calm down and see where you are!"

Hearing my voice, Song Laosan calmed down a bit. Seeing me shining a flashlight on him, he touched his body and asked breathlessly, "Xiao Duan, did we succeed? You led me out of that village?"

When I heard what Song Laosan said, I realized that what we had encountered was definitely not an illusion, otherwise Song Laosan would not have asked me about the village directly.

“We’ve never been to the village, or rather, we were already cursed the moment we crawled out of the cat-ear hole!”

I shone my flashlight into the hall outside, without mentioning that we had been rescued by outsiders. I said in as concise a way as possible, "This place suffered a disaster, and many prisoners starved to death. Because of their deep resentment at their violent deaths, the magnetic field here is problematic. In addition, we may have inhaled something, which is why this situation occurred."

I've already inspected this place. It's a secret prison built by the Nationalist army. Those guys we saw in the village weren't descendants of Nationalist soldiers at all; they were traitors captured by the Kuomintang's anti-traitor squad. Later, the prison was sealed off in the mountains due to an earthquake, and they all starved to death.

"Depend on!"

Song Laosan couldn't help but curse: "I am a true descendant of the Chinese nation, how could I be bullied by a bunch of traitors? Damn it, I'll burn them to ashes right now!"

"Don't move!"

I waved my hand to stop Song Laosan: "Our cave has been blown up and is now dark and gloomy. It's the kind of terrain that traps souls. As the saying goes, fortune turns like a wheel, meaning that the dragon energy underground can move. The world's major trends change every few hundred years! Once we bury or cremate their bodies, they can actually be freed. These traitors committed all sorts of evil in life, and even in death they will drag us down with them. Leaving them here for eternity is the best choice!"