Chapter 294 I Will Take You Home
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Tang Yue turned around the pile of corpses, her heart beating fast, and the scene before her made her feel suffocated.
Just then, she noticed a scrawny man lying on top of several corpses. His hands were so twisted and deformed that they couldn't even be called hands. He slumped there powerlessly, his breath weak, as if he would be swallowed by the breath of death at any moment.
When he saw Tang Yue, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak: "Who are you?" He actually spoke Japanese.
Tang Yue was so overwhelmed by the horrific scene before her, filled with shock and anger that she didn't even notice there were still people alive. But looking at the man before her, Tang Yue didn't know whether to be happy or sad, because this man was no longer alive.
She spoke with difficulty, but she was unwilling to believe the fact in her heart. However, Tang Yue still asked: "Are you Chinese?"
The man's pupils dilated instantly, as if he had received a strong shock. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to a dreamlike world, and only his skinny face was filled with a happy smile.
His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed to take all his strength. Using up almost the last bit of his strength, he tilted his head slightly to look at Tang Yue, "You, are you Chinese too?"
There was hope in the man's eyes, as if he really wanted to see a fellow villager before he died. It seemed that if this wish could come true, he would be satisfied and willing to die.
Tang Yue nodded vigorously. "Yes, I'm from China. Can you still hold on? I'll take you home."
Tang Yue saw a relieved smile on his somewhat terrified face. "That's great." Then he rolled his eyes, as if looking at everyone in the morgue. "Can we take them all away? Our greatest hope is to go home! I miss that land so much."
He had already exhausted all his strength to say these words. Tang Yue knew that he could no longer hold on. Holding back tears, Tang Yue nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I will take you all back. However, I don't know where your homes are."
The man still had a smile on his face, his eyes looking at the rooftop, "It doesn't matter, as long as it's Chinese land, anywhere is our home!"
Tang Yue could only make out the lip movements of the last word "home" but could no longer hear the sound. She quickly replied, "Okay, trust me, I will definitely bring you all back."
It was unknown how much the man had heard, but when he finally closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised. Tang Yue closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, they were calm.
After a careful check, no one was found alive. Tang Yue left the room, and a few balls of fire popped out from his fingertips and threw them directly at the corpse. The moment the fireballs from Tang Yue's fingertips touched the corpse, a burnt smell quickly spread in the air.
At first, the flames only licked the corpse weakly, as if testing it. But after just a few seconds, the fire suddenly grew in intensity, spreading rapidly. The flames were orange-red, with bright yellow spots dancing in them, and they were particularly dazzling in the dim charnel house.
The flames devoured everything, spreading wantonly along the direction of the pile of corpses. The corpses, originally piled up like a mountain, now gradually formed a huge, burning "fire pile" under the influence of the flames.
The shape of the flame kept changing, sometimes rolling like surging waves, and sometimes twisting like a nimble snake.
As the flames burned, the corpse made a crackling sound. The sound was like dense drum beats, hitting Tang Yue's eardrums again and again.
At the same time, a pungent and disgusting smell filled the entire space. It was the smell of burning flesh mixed with burnt clothes. Tang Yue did not cover her mouth and nose, allowing the stench to penetrate into her nasal cavity and every pore of her body.
Tang Yue stood there, her eyes fixed on the burning pile of corpses, the blazing flames reflected in her eyes. Her hands unconsciously clenched, and she bit her lower lip. Her eyes, wide with anger, were bloodshot, like a cheetah about to burst into flames.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she was choked by the endless pain in her throat. Her eyes were red, and tears were swirling in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Her eyes were fixed on the burning pile of corpses, as if she wanted to deeply engrave this scene in her mind. The flickering firelight illuminated her serious and solemn face, and every flicker of light and shadow seemed to be telling the oath in her heart.
"I will definitely take you home, and I will never go back on my word. Come back to me, soul!" Tang Yue raised her thin lips slightly, and although her voice was soft, it seemed to have a thousand pounds of power.
She knew that these compatriots had suffered so much in a foreign land, and now she was their only hope. She couldn't let them down, and couldn't let their souls wander helplessly in this distant foreign land.
The waiting process was a bit long, but Tang Yue was very patient. She wanted every bone here to be fully burned. Although she could not tell everyone apart, these people were once so familiar to her. She thought that they should be happy to return to the land of China together.
She took out a large jar from the space. It was bought from a supermarket in Japan. Tang Yue took out a broom and a dustpan, and swept the ashes on the ground together bit by bit. Then she used the dustpan to collect them bit by bit and put them into the large jar.
She was extremely patient throughout the entire process, as if she didn't want to leave anything behind. After cleaning up all the ashes, she placed the items in a separate place in the space.
The spiritual power in Tang Yue's hand turned into a sharp sword. Standing outside the door of the abandoned corpse room, Tang Yue circulated the spiritual power. In a few breaths, the 50-centimeter soil layer outside the walls and roof of the entire abandoned corpse room was directly cut open. Tang Yue directly put the abandoned corpse room into the space.
She wanted to take this room back and let the Chinese see the evil things the Japanese had done to them.
After leaving here, Tang Yue's speed increased significantly. She no longer searched carefully, but directly released her consciousness. She wanted to take away all the gold here.
These were forged by the blood and tears of the Chinese people, and she would not leave a single bit of them to the Miyazaki family. Moreover, they should receive the punishment they deserved. Meanwhile, Tang Yue was also anxiously searching for any surviving Chinese people.
She believed that as long as there was a morgue, there must be many living Chinese people.
Tang Yue darted through the underground passage, her figure like a flash of black lightning, fleeting in the dim light. The passage was filled with a damp, decaying atmosphere, and the water stains on the walls resembled hideous faces, as if telling the tragic story that had occurred here.
Tang Yue's sharp eyes swept across the area, not missing any corner, and she only wanted to find any Chinese who might have survived as soon as possible.
Not far from the morgue, but in the opposite direction, Tang Yue keenly sensed something unusual. She quickened her pace and arrived at a hidden entrance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Yue flew over and fiercely kicked the tightly closed door open. A loud "bang" echoed in the silent secret passage, like a sudden thunderclap.
The scene inside the door instantly caught Tang Yue's eyes. There were quite a few people hiding inside. When these people heard the noise, they were like frightened little animals.
There was a man huddled in the corner, gnawing on a piece of blackened, dry bread. He was frightened by the sudden noise and his hand trembled, causing the bread to fall to the ground. He froze as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes blank, filled with fear and helplessness, his mouth slightly open, but no sound came out, and the dirt on his face looked even dirtier under his terrified expression.
There was also a thin woman who was originally resting against the wall. At this moment, her body shook violently, as if she was blown by the winter wind. She was holding a tattered rag doll tightly in her hands. It was her only comfort in this dark world.
Her eyes were wide open with fear, her lips began to turn purple, not from the cold, but from fear, her throat began to feel dry, she wanted to scream but was choked by fear.
Other people in the room also showed expressions of fear. Some of them tensed up instantly and began to tremble. Some fell down step by step as if controlled by some mysterious force. Others hugged their chests with their limbs shaking, as if they were about to collapse from fear.
Their faces were filled with despair and pain. The long-term hard labor and imprisonment torture had caused great damage to their bodies and minds.
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