Chapter 154: Telling the Past

Zhang Ming's words made Wu Shishi hesitate again.

In China, no matter whether they are good or bad, they are probably more disgusted with the Japanese.

After all, the damage brought to China decades ago cannot be washed away in a lifetime.

"Think about it, a Japanese sword from an unknown island country has become so evil and terrible because it killed too many of our compatriots. Then who knows if there are ghosts of Japanese people underneath?"

Zhang Ming continued to talk to Wu Shishi, and finally aroused Wu Shishi's anger again.

"Okay, damn, if there are ghosts of those guys from the island country down there, I'll be the first to go down and kill them." Wu the butler shouted.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In that case, let's not waste our time talking. Let's go down together."

"Okay, go down yourself!" Wu the butler waved his hand and took out a few bottles from his body.

After he opened the bottles, several ghost spirits flew out. Then Wu the butler said to the ghost spirits, "Take me down!"

Zhang Ming saw that he was really going down, so he hurriedly said, "Are you going down like this?"

"I am cultivating the evil spirit. Although the evil spirit down there is terrible, I can bear it."

Wu the butler said, and the ghost spirits entangled him and took him up, and slowly fell into the underground cave.

If a villain can risk his life to go down, what is Zhang Ming afraid of?

So he also opened the ghost-collecting gourd on his body, let the ghosts collected in the last building of the rotten tail fly out, and then took Zhang Ming down.

Huangmao wanted to stop Zhang Ming, but Zhang Ming said it was okay.

Indeed, he would be fine, after all, he was half human, half ghost, half corpse, and half god.

With such a physique going down, what can he do no matter how heavy the evil spirit is?

So, several ghosts also took Zhang Ming and slowly went down to the underground cave.

The evil spirit was very heavy down there. As soon as Zhang Ming came down, he felt a breath of air blowing on his face.

Fortunately, he could bear it, and Wu Dingshi, who came down before him, also resisted the terrible evil spirit.

Seeing Zhang Ming coming down, he said admiringly, "I didn't expect you to dare to come down."

Zhang Ming frowned and said, "You, a villain, dare to do that, so why should I not dare?"

Then he took out a flashlight and looked around!

The light of the flashlight seemed unable to penetrate the air filled with evil spirits, and all he could see was the gray surroundings.

There were many wooden boxes on both sides of the ground. Zhang Ming and Wu Butler took a closer look and found that they were indeed rifles and ammunition.

However, because it had been so long, they didn't know if they could be used.

Then the two of them looked into the cave and found some strange things inside. Looking closely, they seemed to be some gas masks and the like, as well as some remains of corpses wearing Japanese military uniforms.

They all looked like they had been dead for many years and had already decayed.

And there seemed to be no souls around.

"These corpses are already rotten, so they shouldn't be evil spirits." Butler Wu made a judgment.

Zhang Ming nodded, and the two continued to walk inside, with the ghost that brought them down flying behind them.

After taking two steps, Butler Wu paused, and Zhang Ming also stopped.

They all looked ahead, where a figure stood.

Although the appearance was not clear, the body shape was exactly the same as that of the young man's corpse.

Zhang Ming and Butler Wu immediately prepared for a fight, but the figure looked at Zhang Ming and Butler Wu and spoke slowly.

"You are not from the village..."

Its voice was very young, but a little hoarse, with a cold tone.

Hearing this, Zhang Ming said: "No, I came here to find someone, he is from this village!"

"You go away, you are not from this village, I can spare your life!" the figure said.

Zhang Ming thought this was a bit strange, the evil spirit killed people and divided the territory? So he asked:

"What about you? Are you from the village? Or, are you an islander?"

Hearing this, the figure said: "I am from this village, but I will also kill everyone in the village."

Zhang Ming was puzzled and said: "Why?"

"Because I hate them!" The murderous aura around the figure suddenly became strong, and it seemed that it was very angry when it mentioned this.

Then he continued, "You don't know the feeling of despair, you don't know the feeling of losing a loved one... You don't understand my pain."

Zhang Ming didn't know why the figure didn't take action, but chose to talk to them, but he knew this was a breakthrough.

So he said, "Everyone has a hard time, and I believe that everyone who goes to extremes has their own reasons. Can you tell us your reasons, so that maybe we can understand you!"

Zhang Ming knew that everyone with a story needs to tell it to someone who listens to the story.

He wanted to give this figure such an opportunity to let it have the opportunity to tell its own story, and at the same time Zhang Ming could understand the reason for the whole thing.

"I know you are not ordinary people. Do you know why I chose to come down after you took the knife from me? Because I also want to get rid of the knife."

After the figure finished speaking, he began to talk:

"I lost my parents when I was a child. They went out to work after giving birth to me, and never came back since then. There was not even any news from them. I was raised by my grandparents.

My grandparents worked very hard these years. They often walked three or four hours before dawn to carry the vegetables they planted out of the village and sell them in the town.

Usually... they would not sell all the vegetables until it was almost dark. At that time... the vegetables Selling everything only brought me a few or ten dollars. But they still bought me some food and clothes. I

was only in my fifties at that time, but I was as hunched over as a seventy-year-old. If there were no grandpa and grandma, there would be no me. But when I was ten years old, my grandpa died of overwork!"

When it said this, the evil aura on the figure was much less, and it was basically imperceptible.

It said in a low voice: "I am very sad. Although I am only ten years old, I know better than anyone how important my grandpa is to me, and how much he has done for me.

I remember when I was a child, I told my overworked grandparents that I would study hard, earn a lot of money when I grow up, buy them candies, and honor them.

But why did my grandpa die when I was only ten years old? Do you know how desperate I was when I cried and held my grandpa's body to wake him up? How helpless and scared I was?

Grandpa was gone and would never wake up again. For me, who was abandoned by my parents since childhood, it meant that half of the sky had fallen.

And the other half of the sky was supported by my grandma, who was sixty years old, with gray hair and a hunched back that could not stand up straight. After my grandpa passed away, my grandma did not let me suffer at all, and even did not let me do farm work.

She just asked me to study hard, make a name for myself and live a good life.

Every time I looked at my grandmother's thin and hunched body, carrying a large basket of vegetables and walking towards the town at three or four in the morning, I would swear that I would study hard and honor my grandmother in the future. "

(End of this chapter)