The surrounding ruins and the chilly wind did not dampen Jiang Qiao's good mood. Even though the sight of war left traces everywhere, her heart remained at peace.
This is a Nationalist-controlled area, at least it's our own territory. Unlike in enemy-occupied areas, where we had to be constantly on guard against being followed, and be extremely careful, afraid that any oversight or mistake would arouse the enemy's suspicion.
After living in fear for so long, she truly enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation and tranquility.
Seeing the figure appear in the distance, she felt inexplicably uneasy. She didn't know why, since she was carrying important intelligence. Shouldn't she be rushing to report to her superiors? Why was her boss waiting for her here? She really couldn't understand what the other party was thinking.
After confirming each other's identities, the other party explained the reason for exchanging intelligence here. However, to everyone's surprise, just as Jiang Qiao turned to leave, gunshots suddenly rang out behind her.
Clutching her chest, Jiang Qiao slowly turned around, her face filled with confusion and disbelief, and asked with difficulty, "Why?"
The man snorted coldly, his sinister gaze fixed on the woman slowly collapsing before him. "Someone offered better terms, so you shouldn't be alive."
Jiang Qiao never dreamed that what she thought was a return home would turn out to be her last moment in this world.
"traitor"
After confirming that Jiang Qiao was dead, the man strode away without giving her even a second glance.
Little did he know that a strange scene was unfolding behind him. The Buddhist beads around Jiang Qiao's neck, which lay in a pool of blood, suddenly emitted a light, and then white mist tightly enveloped Jiang Qiao's soul.
Jiang Qiao hadn't expected this to happen, and she couldn't figure out what was going on. She had heard many strange and unusual stories before, but it was still unbelievable that this had happened to her.
According to her parents, when she was just born, an old monk came to their door asking for water and gave her this bead, saying it would bring her peace and safety. Her parents made her wear it all the time, never expecting that there was another secret behind it.
However, she didn't have time to think too much. She was already dead, so thinking about it was useless. She had to take revenge.
She abandoned her studies to join the army because she had a patriotic heart and didn't want to watch her long-suffering motherland be trampled by the Japanese invaders again. She didn't think about making a name for herself in history; she just wanted to do her best.
She didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but was killed by a traitor. She couldn't accept it, so her spirit rushed over from behind, wanting to strangle this scoundrel.
Unfortunately, she passed right through his body without causing him any harm. Jiang Qiao was so angry she wanted to pound the ground. What was wrong with her? She'd rather not see it at all and just watch the murderer swagger away.
Jiang Qiao, her eyes blazing with anger, was powerless to do anything, not even avenge herself.
Pointing at the sky, he cursed angrily, "Damn you, God, you're playing me!"
Unfortunately, Heaven doesn't have time to bother with a lonely ghost like her; it's too busy to care about her affairs.
Jiang Qiao wanted to continue tracking him, wanting to know who this traitor was contacting. Unfortunately, she was now just a wisp of a soul, and a gust of wind would blow her away, and she would drift in the air involuntarily, following wherever the wind went.
Seeing the Japanese military supplies, she wished she could go down and blow them up. These things were only meant to cause trouble, specifically to be used against their own compatriots.
Unfortunately, she couldn't even avenge herself, let alone these things.
His eyes blazed as he stared at the supplies, muttering to himself, "If we take all this stuff, let's see what you have to be so arrogant about."
A strange thing happened: the supplies suddenly disappeared right under her nose. Even Jiang Qiao found it amazing. She was even a little smug. Could she be related to some deity? Her mouth was so sharp. If she had known this would happen, she should have told that traitor to die beforehand.
Thinking of this, she started casting spells at the Japanese soldiers again, but unfortunately, they had no effect at all.
Next, she tested it again. The things would only disappear when she said she wanted them back. As for people—it didn't work. As for where the things went, Jiang Qiao didn't care. It was useless for a ghost like her to have those things. It was better if they disappeared. At least she could indirectly help her compatriots kill the Japanese devils.
A gust of wind blew by, and she arrived at the dock again. There, the Japanese were transporting all sorts of supplies, some to the front lines, some looted from here, and some to be shipped back to the island nation.
Jiang Qiao didn't care what was inside; she made everything disappear, even the trucks loading cargo at the dock.
You know, in broad daylight, things just vanished into thin air. Not only were the dockworkers shocked, but even the Japanese soldiers were taken aback. The things disappeared right before their eyes without warning. How could so many supplies just disappear all at once? It's unbelievable.
Aside from the Japanese soldiers who were yelling and firing indiscriminately, the workers suddenly knelt down and kowtowed in worship. In the hearts of the Chinese people, it was probably because the gods in heaven could no longer bear to see the Japanese burning, killing, and looting, and thus appeared to help them.
Unfortunately, Jiang Qiao did not stay here for long. She had already drifted away with the wind. Wherever she went, she showed no mercy to anything that could be destroyed by the Japanese. Mercy to the enemy was cruelty to herself. Otherwise, she would not have died so mysteriously.
As for the consequences brought about by Jiang Qiao, it became an unsolved mystery. The common people spread even more bizarre rumors, saying that God had opened his eyes and the Bodhisattva had appeared, and that they were going to deal with these ruthless killers.
After extensive investigations, the Japanese high command could only regard these events as supernatural occurrences, as no one could provide a definitive conclusion. However, fearing that public opinion would influence morale, they ordered a silencing of the matter.
But people don't dare to talk about this openly; it's been circulating like wildfire in private. It's such a gratifying thing. Even though we didn't see it with our own eyes, hearing about it still makes us feel good.
Jiang Qiao experienced both pain and joy along the way. Although she could make things disappear, she could also feel that she was becoming powerless. Sometimes, she had to think several times before she could make those things disappear. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker, and perhaps next time she would just vanish into thin air.
Her biggest wish now is to see her loved ones one last time before leaving this world, as a way of saying goodbye.
Whether it was because God heard her prayers or because her past deeds moved the heavens, she drifted back little by little with the wind, but not towards home. Instead, she drifted to the front of an air-raid shelter.
Seeing the people inside, Jiang Qiao's face showed pity. What a tragic scene it was! They were all frantically scratching their bodies, their flesh and blood a bloody mess. Although she hadn't drifted inside, she could smell the foul odor emanating from within.
It was obvious that the ventilation system inside the air-raid shelter was not turned on. The shelter, which could only hold a few thousand people, was suddenly crammed with tens of thousands of people. Due to the high temperature and lack of oxygen, everyone went crazy. Through the cracks, she actually saw her father and her only nephew. Her father was holding the child and lying diagonally against the wall, barely alive.
"Dad, Xiao Bao—"
Jiang Qiao was terrified and frantically rammed her head against the iron gate, but it was no use. The people inside were even rushing towards the gate, and she could see many people being trampled to death.
She was filled with resentment. Why didn't God grant her another ability? She wouldn't care if she died, as long as she could save her loved ones. But she could only be a bystander, unable to change anything.
She was filled with hatred. She and her brother were fighting for this country, but seeing what these people behind them were doing chilled her to the bone.
The enemy planes have long since stopped bombing, so why hasn't anyone come to open the locked iron gate? Those are living, breathing lives! They risked their lives just so that their fellow countrymen back home could have a peaceful life. And yet, these people have been forgotten by those outside.
Seeing her loved one's life slip away bit by bit, Jiang Qiao's eyes welled up with bloody tears that dripped onto her neck.
Suddenly, thunder roared across the sky, a golden light flashed, and it seemed as if the sky had been torn open. Before Jiang Qiao could react, her soul had vanished into the sky along with the golden light.
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