At the end of the passage was the door to a secret room, which was also very heavy.
Moreover, the door was locked from the inside. Ye Xingchen stepped forward and, using the same trick as before, forcibly cleaved the door open with his sword.
Despite having gained a new understanding of Ye Xingchen's strength, Zhang Shihao was still stunned when Ye Xingchen effortlessly broke open the door in front of him.
He felt that Ye Xingchen's strength could no longer be judged by ordinary standards.
"Everyone be on guard. Nobody knows what kind of monster is inside," Ye Xingchen warned.
"Be on guard." Liu Xuesong said excitedly, "I hope the thing inside is still alive. Damn it, I'm going to capture it alive."
Ye Xingchen slowly pushed open the loose steel door and went inside first.
The moment he stepped inside, a musty smell hit him.
This secret room was completely sealed, and even after decades, it still had a musty, rotten smell.
The secret room was empty except for a desk, in which a Japanese military officer sat upright.
He appeared to have been dead for many years; his body was desiccated, but it had not decayed.
His military rank indicates that he was a Japanese general, which basically confirms his identity as Kazuya Koki.
He held a safe tightly in his hands. Even after he had been dead for many years, he had never let go of the safe. Clearly, there was something in the safe that was more important than his life.
There was a telegram in front of him, but communication in this area had already been cut off before it could be sent, so the telegram was destined to be unsent.
Wang Jin picked up the telegram, which read, "To Gu Qihe, Chief of the Northwest Nanchuan Experimental Base, via urgent telegram to the Sixth Army Corps of the Japanese Army..."
The report contained a lengthy description of the significant achievements the institute had made since the base was established.
Like most telegrams, it began with a boastful introduction, and ended with a statement explaining why the base lost contact with its superiors and ultimately fell.
Even on his deathbed, his telegrams conveyed a sense of hope that one day, if the Japanese were to return and their iron cavalry were to trample China, the base would see the light of day again, and the efforts of the three thousand Japanese officers would not have been in vain.
"You're about to die, and you're still dreaming of starting over?" Liu Xuesong said coldly, "You should be grateful that our people didn't raze your island nation to the ground."
"Step back." Ye Xingchen suddenly frowned.
Liu Xuesong didn't dare to be careless. After Ye Xingchen shouted, he led several soldiers to retreat.
The moment he distanced himself from the Japanese soldier, Gu Qihe's slightly drooping neck cracked, and then he slowly raised his head.
When he opened his eyes, both of them flashed with a red light, radiating an eerie glow.
But as he opened his eyes, the dried and stiff muscles on his face also changed.
He actually showed a bewildered expression, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life, and he looked at the crowd with the gaze of someone looking at something from nearly a century ago.
Click, click, several guns were pointed at Gu Qi and He Ye. Liu Xuesong's hand was on the trigger. He stared intently at the guy. If the guy made the slightest move, the gun in his hand would blow his head off.
"Don't panic, this guy isn't a ghost," Ye Xingchen told Liu Xuesong.
"Does he look like a human being?" Liu Xuesong asked in surprise.
“Of course, he wasn’t human either,” Ye Xingchen said. “The unsuccessful experiment caused his body to dry out, keeping his corpse from decaying. Then, he should have been given the Yin-Yang secret technique of the Nine Chrysanthemum lineage, with his soul residing within his body.”
"The Yin-Yang Rebirth Technique." Zhang Shih-hao recognized the name of the secret technique at a glance.
“That’s right, it’s the Yin-Yang Rebirth Technique of the Nine Chrysanthemums lineage. It’s an evil technique that evolved from the Five Elements theory of Chinese culture.” Ye Xingchen nodded slowly.
“These good folks don’t learn anything good at all.” Zhang Shih-hao sneered, “I will seal their souls within their bodies and perform the Yin-Yang Rebirth Technique to make their bodies immortal and their souls indestructible.”
"No matter how many years pass, if they are awakened, they can still retain their memories from their previous life, but in doing so, they will only become mindless walking corpses."
“Yes, but the ultimate result of this method is that once they actually die, their souls will be condemned to eternal damnation, and they will not use this evil magic unless absolutely necessary,” Ye Xingchen said.
As Kazuya's gaze gradually deepened, he seemed to have adapted to his current body.
The first thing he did upon waking was to grab the safe to the side, then turn his stiff head and stare straight at Liu Xuesong.
Liu Xuesong gripped a gun tightly in his hand, his palms sweating profusely.
His emotions were complex, including shock and anger.
The person in front of me is a member of the Japanese Imperial Family, and he is the one who created this base. The mass graves surrounding this base were filled with the lives of tens of thousands of innocent Chinese villagers.
Those innocent people became wandering ghosts, while this guy can still live freely in this world by using the Yin-Yang Rebirth Technique, which makes Liu Xuesong extremely angry.
"Are you... a soldier?" Kazuya Gucci actually spoke up.
Like most Japanese people, his Chinese was stiff and had a strong Japanese accent. Moreover, because he had not spoken for decades, his vocal cords were not as natural as normal people's, so his voice was extremely hoarse and even a little harsh.
“That’s right, I am a soldier, a soldier of China,” Liu Xuesong said in a deep voice.
"Chinese soldiers?" Kazuya Koki's expression was complicated. "How long has it been since the Japanese Emperor surrendered?"
“It’s been a full seventy-five years.” Liu Xuesong stared at the other person.
"In these seventy-five years, they haven't made a comeback?" Gu Qiheye's tone was somewhat disappointed.
"A comeback?" Liu Xuesong laughed immediately: "I actually hope they can come back. That way, we'll have an excuse to march straight into Japan, burn down your shrines, and settle both our old and new scores."
"Just...you?" A powerful aura of ferocity erupted from Gu Qiheye: "Who...are you in power? Is it the Chiang family?"
"I'm sorry, we've driven him to the island. Now it's under the rule of our Republic," Liu Xuesong said.
"It's you? Those people who barely have any guns, can't even get enough to eat, and are dressed in rags?" Gu Qihe was incredulous.
“That’s right, it’s them.” Liu Xuesong smiled: “You’ve been asleep for too long, and you don’t know much about this world. This world is no longer the world you knew.”
"As for you, you're an old monster who existed over sixty years ago. Should I drag you back to the military camp and let everyone stand on your head and piss on it, or should I just wipe you out?"
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