Just then, he turned around abruptly and saw a blue arc of light forming in the distance. The arc of light was faintly crackling with electricity, and just one glance was enough to feel an extremely powerful chill.
Extremely cold. This thing can generate hundreds of degrees below zero, and anyone who comes into contact with it will be instantly frozen into ice shards. This is the powerful undead that is formed by devouring its own kind.
Ye Xingchen's pupils contracted, and he turned the Crimson Sky sword in his hand, slashing it towards that thing.
"Everyone be careful!" Zhang Shihao shouted, his right hand gestures changed, he stood upright in front of his chest, his whole body was filled with golden light, at the same time he grabbed the Demon-Slaying Talisman with his left hand, and instantly switched to battle mode.
Boom... As Ye Xingchen's sword fell, the blue arc of light immediately dissipated. He roared unwillingly in mid-air before disappearing.
"What was that just now?" Wang Jin asked in surprise.
"It's him, the undead who exists by devouring his companions." Ye Xingchen said solemnly, "Everyone be careful, he's very cold, if you touch him, you'll die instantly."
"His resentment is also very strong." The golden light on Zhang Shih-hao's body slowly disappeared.
"Open the door first." Ye Xingchen turned Chixiao around, gathered his strength again, and with a loud shout, a sword light shot into the sky and finally landed on the door of the air-raid shelter.
Boom... Dust flew everywhere, and the gate was shaken apart, falling inwards.
This sword strike was no less powerful than a high-yield bomb exploding, sending concrete and bluestone flying everywhere, and the dust lingered for a long time.
Liu Xuesong was stunned. He clapped his hands repeatedly, and the six soldiers who came with him also clapped wildly.
Soldiers admire the strong, and Ye Xingchen's sword strike was beyond human capability.
"Is this even human? Fine, I lose. I owe you two drinks, I'll remember that," Liu Xuesong said excitedly.
"Haha, alright then, you better not try to cheat again." Ye Xingchen laughed heartily, added another sword strike, completely blasting open the door on one side, and then strode inside.
What came into view was a pile of white bones, which had been weathered and must have been dead for at least several decades.
Moreover, judging from their clothing and attire, they were mostly Japanese military officers.
Although they have been dead for a long time, one can still faintly sense a chill from their remains.
This aura is exactly the same as the aura emanating from that thing just now.
"It seems my guess was right. After that thing appeared, the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect experts here couldn't suppress it, so they chose to sacrifice five Yin-Yang Masters to draw divine runes to close the base gate and prevent that thing from entering." Ye Xingchen slowly stood up.
"That thing has never come in, has it?" Liu Xuesong asked.
"No, but the chill emanating from him was called extreme cold, which could penetrate mountain walls. So even though the Japanese army closed the gates before they were caught off guard, they still suffered heavy casualties," Ye Xingchen said.
“That thing has never given up,” Zhang Shih-hao said. “It has been entrenched in this place for so many years, so the Japanese have never dared to come out of the air-raid shelter.”
"Are there any living people left in here?" Wang Jin asked.
"I'm afraid there aren't any left." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "It's been more than seventy years. Even if there were supplies in the air-raid shelter, they would probably be all used up. And even if there were supplies, the people who could stay in there would be over a hundred years old."
“That thing outside has a resentful aura about it, and it has already controlled all the undead in the mass grave barrier. If that resentful aura isn’t removed, the people outside won’t be able to reincarnate,” Zhang Shihao said.
“That’s right, let’s go inside and look for clues to see if we can solve this problem,” Ye Xingchen said.
"Be on guard, let's go." Liu Xuesong waved his hand, and several team members quickly took up a defensive position.
The air-raid shelter was pitch black. Liu Xuesong turned on his flashlight and then groped his way to the power supply room on the side.
There is a generator set in this place.
He shone a flashlight on it, studied it for a while, and then turned on the generator.
With a roar, the indoor lights slowly came on.
"This thing can still be used?" Wang Jin was dumbfounded. In his opinion, this thing was an antique, and it was more than seventy years old. It should be unusable long ago.
But to my surprise, it still had power, which was quite unbelievable.
"The Soviet-made generators from World War II, although their manufacturing process is outdated, have the advantage of being military products. They are of high quality and don't have as many complicated and intricate parts," Liu Xuesong said. "Sometimes, it's these older things that are actually of higher quality and last longer than more sophisticated ones."
"I see, but that's quite impressive; there's still fuel inside." Wang Jin was very curious about this.
"It's special fuel, so it's still usable. Everyone, take a look inside, but be careful." Liu Xuesong gripped his gun and slowly moved forward.
The electric lights from over seventy years ago were all those bulbs, which were rather dim, but at least they were still usable. I groped my way forward, and there were quite a few corpses along the way.
These corpses were mostly those of Japanese military officers, lying haphazardly on the ground.
We walked forward and finally arrived at a laboratory that looked very sophisticated.
Ye Xingchen reached out and pushed the door, but it was locked from the inside. He gently applied force, and with a snap, he broke the latch from the inside.
I pushed open the door and went inside. I saw an engineer in a white lab coat sitting in a chair, with a rifle lying on the floor.
Although the body had decomposed into bones, a wound was visible on the back of his head, with a bullet lodged in the bone.
“He committed suicide by shooting himself.” Liu Xuesong understood after one glance: “It seems this guy couldn’t handle the pressure here, so he chose to end his life.”
"It seems they were also out of ammunition and food back then," Wang Jin said. "This kind of dark and hopeless life is most likely to make people feel desperate."
"What are those?" Ye Xingchen pointed to a travel bag on the side, which was filled with a pile of documents.
"Let me see." Wang Jin stepped forward, brushed the dust off the documents, and began to read them.
"You understand Japanese?" Liu Xuesong leaned closer.
"I understand six languages, am proficient in the use of various firearms and the driving of armored vehicles. Give me a helicopter now, and I can fly it too," Wang Jin said with a slight smile.
"From the Special Affairs Bureau," Liu Xuesong answered instantly.
"That was true when I first started, but I later transferred to Xuan Yu Pavilion." Wang Jin smiled and flipped through the documents.
He glanced at a few pages of documents, his brow furrowing as his expression grew increasingly furious. Finally, he slammed his hand heavily on the table: "Damn it, these bastards are despicable!"
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