Tang Yue transformed her spiritual power into a sharp sword and stood outside the abandoned morgue. She circulated her spiritual power, and in a few breaths, the entire wall and the 50-centimeter layer of soil outside the roof of the abandoned morgue were cut open. Tang Yue then directly put the abandoned morgue into her spatial storage.
She wanted to take this house back with her; she wanted the Chinese people to see the atrocities the Japanese had committed against them.
As she left, Tang Yue noticeably sped up her pace. Instead of searching meticulously, she directly projected her consciousness outward, intending to take all the gold with her.
These were forged with the blood and tears of the Chinese people, and she would not leave a single thing for the Miyazaki family. Furthermore, they should receive their due punishment. Meanwhile, Tang Yue was also anxiously searching for any surviving Chinese citizens.
She believed that if morgues existed, then there must still be many living Chinese people.
Tang Yue darted through the underground passage, her figure flashing like a black lightning bolt in the dim light. The passage was filled with a damp, decaying smell, and the water stains on the walls resembled grotesque ghost faces, as if telling a tragic story that had once taken place here.
Tang Yue's sharp eyes scanned the area quickly, leaving no corner unchecked, her only thought being to find any possible surviving Chinese as soon as possible.
Not far from the morgue but in the opposite direction, Tang Yue keenly sensed something amiss. She quickened her pace and arrived at a hidden entrance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Yue gathered her energy and flew over, kicking open the tightly closed door. A loud "bang" echoed in the silent secret passage, like a sudden clap of thunder.
The scene inside the door instantly came into Tang Yue's view; there were quite a few people hiding inside. Upon hearing the noise, these people all reacted like startled little animals.
A man was huddled in a corner, eating a piece of blackened, dry bread. Startled by the sudden noise, his hand trembled, and the bread fell to the ground. He froze as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes blank, filled with fear and helplessness. His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound. The grime on his face looked even dirtier and more disheveled under his terrified expression.
There was also a thin woman who had been resting against the wall. Suddenly, her body trembled as if hit by a winter wind. She was clutching a tattered rag doll tightly in her hands, which was her only solace in this dark world.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror. Her lips began to turn purple, not from the cold, but from shock. Her throat was also dry, and she wanted to scream but fear choked her.
The others in the room also showed expressions of fear. Some tensed up instantly and began to tremble; some seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force and collapsed step by step; others hugged their chests and trembled as if they were about to be crushed by fear.
Their faces were filled with despair and pain; long-term hard labor and imprisonment had severely damaged their physical and mental health.
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