Chapter 65 The Evil Daughter Who Was Driven Away
As the investigation deepened, shocking documents gradually surfaced, revealing the numerous crimes committed by the abominable Japanese soldier, Ki Ichiro. The scenes of countless lives being ruthlessly slaughtered under his butcher knife were horrific.
What's infuriating is that after Japan's defeat and surrender, this ruthless fellow not only did not receive the punishment he deserved, but instead returned to Japan unharmed. And through unknown means, he was even given a new position and continued to evade justice. Even more outrageous is that after China entered the era of reform and opening up, he shamelessly visited China several times, truly arrogant and unscrupulous!
Old Xing's uncle led people across the ocean to Japan to investigate the matter.
I went to investigate Ben Yiqingzhi and learned that the family had been a single-line family for nine generations.
In Japan, the cremation rate has reached as high as 99.97%, but the Motoichi family has always insisted on the traditional burial method, and even Motoichi Aonao himself chose burial.
To confirm his suspicions, Old Xing's uncle summoned some courageous and careful individuals to stealthily enter the Ben Yiqingzhi family cemetery under cover of night and excavate the graves of several generations of his ancestors. Furthermore, they removed a bone from each grave, intending to perform DNA analysis to confirm any blood relationship.
When I saw the result, it was exactly the same as what Lao Xing's uncle guessed. There was absolutely no blood relationship between the individuals represented by these bones!
As Old Xing's uncle began his in-depth investigation in Japan, his fear and doubts grew deeper. As the investigation progressed, a series of horrifying and bizarre phenomena surfaced. Most strikingly, Motoichi Seiji never appeared in the same frame with his father; not only that, he never appeared with his son either. This was truly bizarre and unusual!
Just when everyone was puzzled by these mysteries, a bold and surprising idea suddenly flashed through Uncle Xing's mind: when all seemingly reasonable answers were denied one by one, then the answer that was originally the most unbelievable and the most unlikely to be true might be the truly correct answer.
Could it be that... this tree is actually a terrifying monster that has lived for hundreds of years? Once this thought emerged, it spread like wild weeds in Uncle Xing's mind and could not be shaken off.
Suddenly, the crisp ring of a cell phone shattered the silence in the room. Zhang Xiaojia was startled, her eyes quickly darting to the phone on the table. The screen lit up, displaying the words "Big Brother." It turned out that Big Brother was in Haicheng and had asked her to meet him.
Zhang Xiaojia picked up her phone without hesitation and quickly sent her brother her current location. Then, she gently put the phone down and returned her gaze to the mysterious document in her hand. As she read deeper, her heart grew heavier, and she couldn't help but gasp.
What is even more horrifying is that, despite the passage of time over the past hundred years, his body has remained unchanged, maintaining the appearance of approximately forty years old. Now, there is still one year left before the hundred-year mark. According to the description in the information, he will have to replace his body with a new one in order to continue to survive.
Zhang Xiaoqi rushed to the scene in a hurry, with an impatient look on his face, and glared fiercely at the little idiot in front of him.
He had told the old man a long time ago that he would take this guy directly home, but the guy refused to listen and insisted that the little idiot walk home by himself. Now, he has gotten himself into a lot of trouble again.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at his elder brother eagerly and said pitifully, "Brother, can you please tell me the whole story? If you don't, I'll be running around like a headless fly. Not only will I be unable to help you, but I'll also delay your important plan. How bad would that be?"
Zhang Xiaoqi sighed helplessly, frowned, and said to the little idiot, "Little idiot, why don't you just go back to our Zhang family? We can handle these things."
However, Zhang Xiaojia shook his head firmly, staring straight at his brother, and answered firmly: "No! Big Brother, I must save my father. I don't trust you. What if you end up doing anything to achieve your goal, even sacrificing my father's life? I will never allow such a thing to happen!!!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqi collapsed on the sofa like a deflated ball.
After a moment's silence, he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaojia with a complicated and slightly sad look. He said quietly, "Little idiot, don't you know? Sometimes, death may not be a completely bad thing for some people..."
Zhang Xiaojia was startled when he heard this. He then stared intently at his elder brother's slightly tired face and asked, "Brother, why did you extend my lifespan in the first place? Those people whose faces I can't see clearly are the ones who extended my lifespan."
The two siblings refused to give in to each other and each held on to their own opinions. No one could successfully convince the other!
They stood face to face, glaring at each other with wide eyes, as if they wanted to decide the outcome with their eyes.
For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Zhang Xiaoqi was the first to give in. He sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, then just follow us."
Zhang Xiaojia, however, was not satisfied. She shook her head firmly and continued to ask, "But what are your specific plans now? Can you tell me the whole story in full? Stop being so evasive and hesitant! I really can't stand this feeling. Besides, you should also know that I have lost my memory. I don't know anything about many things that happened in the past. So, please tell me everything truthfully, okay?"
"What do you want to know?"
"From the beginning to the end, my father spent all his energy to extend my life, and all of you also gave me life. Everyone in Zhengyi Dao and Quanzhen Dao helped me. It's understandable that the Zhang family is willing to give me their life. After all, we are a family. The next leaders of other sects are willing to share their lifespans with me. Is it worth their sacrifice just because of my face?" Zhang Xiaojia became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Ever since I successfully extended my life at the age of eighteen, what kind of unknown things have happened between my father and me in the next five years? Also, are the memories in my mind true and credible?" She frowned tightly, her heart full of questions.
"Who taught my father the mysterious formation that he used to prolong my life? What is the identity of that Heavenly Lord? What kind of deal did he and my father reach?" Zhang Xiaojia blurted out a series of questions like cannonballs, and it seemed that he could not stop at all.
Zhang Xiaoqi, standing by, suddenly interrupted her and said, "The life-extending formation you're using wasn't given to you by the Celestial Venerable, but by the Southern Emperor. And honestly, you don't have that much influence. How could so many sects be so willing to sacrifice their precious lives to save you? All of this is actually thanks to the Southern Emperor. It was the Southern Emperor who provided the formation and the talisman!"
He paused, then emphasized, "But one thing is certain: your memories are indeed true and trustworthy. Back then, the method to extend your life was originally a deal between your second uncle and that Heavenly Venerable. However, no one could have predicted that at the critical moment, the Southern Emperor would suddenly appear like a ghost and quickly set up this miraculous formation. As for the origins of that Heavenly Venerable, I honestly don't know."
Zhang Xiaojia felt confused instead.
Southern Emperor? He Fei?
Zhang Xiaojia shouted angrily, "He Fei, come out here!"
He Fei appeared instantly.
Zhang Xiaojia told Zhang Xiaoqi everything he had just said.
He Fei spread his hands and said to Zhang Xiaoqi, "The Southern Emperor's recognition of my fate was only recognized by the Fengdu Emperor after Jia Jia returned to the village. The Southern Emperor had gone to the Three Thousand Worlds to reincarnate and gain experience. Before that, I didn't know anything about what you said about five years ago, and I didn't understand it."
Zhang Xiaojia saw her cell phone ringing and picked it up. Her father Zhang San gave her a message, asking her to check Tianzun. He gave her an address and told her to check. His life was not in danger now.
Zhang Xiaojia immediately picked up the phone and called back, but the number was unavailable. His father was a big bad guy.
Zhang Xiaoqi looked at the text message and felt that his third uncle was a bastard. They had been chasing him for half of the country. He once again thought that Qin Shu and Jiang Haoran were sending equipment to his third uncle. But his third uncle now had money and magic weapons.
Zhang Xiaojia saw that this was a small town in the north. It was originally prosperous, but when the mining was completed, the whole town fell into decline. Finally, the government decided to move the entire town away. Now the town is the last holy place for people who can't make a living.
Looking at the introduction online and the map, Zhang Xiaojia realized that it would take at least 20 hours to drive there. This was not the point. The point was the place, who could she rely on, and how would she get back from such a remote place.
Zhang Xiaoqi didn't have so many thoughts. He just called a big truck online and sent Zhang Xiaojia directly to the car.
She felt that Zhang Xiaoqi had lied to her when he asked her to follow him in an hour.
At the same time, I felt that everything was too coincidental. Did they deliberately send her to the northernmost town? ! ! !
After a day and a night, we arrived at the small town. It was night, pitch black, and it was snowing heavily in the town.
It's not the middle of the night now. The buildings in this small town are only about 5 stories high, and not a single one has the lights on.
When Zhang Xiaojia came down, He Fei also appeared.
If there is anything strange here, it is that on a snowy day, there is a full moon hanging in the sky, and this moon is actually red.
She quickly looked around, and found that thick fog had risen up at some point, and the roads around her were almost invisible.
"A ghost cave?"
He Fei said in sign language, "Yes and no. It is invisible to normal people, but it is visible to the Taoist priests. There is danger here. Jiajia, enter the villa."
Zhang Xiaojia’s greatest strength is that if there is danger, he will never show off his bravery. Regardless of whether he is on the road or not, he will just take out the villa, enlarge it, and enter the villa.
Looking out from the villa, the surrounding fog had turned black, and a small path appeared. It was obvious that it had been abandoned for many years. The further inside I looked, the thicker and taller the weeds grew.
This is the northernmost part. It is winter in the town now, with heavy snow falling. The temperature is at least 20 degrees below zero. What kind of weeds can there be?
He Fei said in sign language, "Jia Jia, you can sleep here for a while. This is the place managed by the Northern Ghost Emperor. I will go find them. Can you please not go out?"
After looking at He Fei's sign language, Zhang Xiaojia was speechless. Is she the kind of person who doesn't listen to advice?
She is a good and obedient girlfriend, okay?
"Don't worry, I won't go out."
He Fei once again used sign language to explain, "If you really want to go out, can you just broadcast it live? Let me know you."
Zhang Xiaojia simply took off her clothes and lay on the bed. She saw He Fei leaving with a nosebleed. However, before leaving, he set an invisibility talisman on Jia Jia, ensuring that no one could see her even if she wanted to go out.
Zhang Xiaojia burst into laughter.
Zhang Xiaojia waited obediently. During the waiting time, she had already eaten six meals and slept for two nights.
She stood on the second floor of the villa and saw that the path was right at the door of her house.
She didn't want to sit there and wait for death, so as usual, she used the warming talisman and the lightening talisman, reported the ancestral tablets, went out, and quickly came to the overgrown weeds. After walking for about ten minutes, the weeds on the road were slowly becoming less.
Looking at the cement road on the ground and turning along the cement road, her vision became wider. Two hundred meters ahead of her was a village.
There are green trees and fireworks everywhere, and it looks like there are people in the village.
It's not a deserted village.
After walking in, put on the artifact.
I saw many boys and children at the door, playing hopscotch or skipping rope in groups of three or five.
After looking at the children's faces, Zhang Xiaojia took a deep breath. These children all had short lives. No one could live to the age of thirty. Every child had a life on his hands.
Zhang Xiaojia was surprised to find that this seemingly peaceful and tranquil little village was filled with a sinister aura that reached the sky! The aura seemed to condense into a substance, making her hair stand on end.
Zhang Xiaojia didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickened his pace and ran hurriedly towards the deepest part of the village, counting the number of households in the village as he walked.
In less than ten minutes, she had already reached the end of the village. However, at this moment, a sudden gust of cold wind blew over, like an icy blade cutting through her skin, causing Zhang Xiaojia to shiver involuntarily.
As the chilling wind blew, Zhang Xiaojia's already tense feeling intensified. She frantically reached into her chest, quickly pulling out the book the mysterious old man had given her, and eagerly flipped through it, hoping to find some useful information to help her cope with her current predicament. However, despite her frantic search, she turned the entire book to no avail.
Helpless, Zhang Xiaojia turned and walked back. As she walked, she suddenly came to a rather spacious area. It looked like a plaza owned by one of the village's wealthy families. Sunlight streamed down the ground, creating patches of light and shadow. Even more surprising, many women were gathered there, basking in the sun.
Zhang Xiaojia took a few steps closer, curious, wanting to see what these women were doing. But when she finally took in the scene, she was stunned—all of them, without exception, had large bellies, each clearly heavily pregnant! There were a large number of them, over a hundred in all.
Moreover, in the center of this group of pregnant women stood a tall stone platform. On it, a man in ancient costume stood, shaking his head. He was eloquently lecturing the women below on the so-called "Three Obediences and Four Virtues" and other servile educational content.
Zhang Xiaojia walked into the group of women. They couldn't see her. Zhang Xiaojia looked at the group of women and could see their faces clearly. It was estimated that their faces would only give them a lifespan of three years at most, and it could not be changed. Moreover, each woman still had a life on her hands.
Suddenly, music started playing in the sky above the village, and the women all stood up, knelt down, and said in unison, "Thank you for teaching us, you have worked hard."
After the men on the stage stood up and left, the women who had been kneeling and kowtowing stood up. Without saying a word, they left one by one and went home. They were seen returning to the house in an orderly manner.
Zhang Xiaojia walked cautiously when she suddenly encountered a group of women. However, surprisingly, these women showed no reaction to her presence, as if they were completely unaware of her presence. A chill ran through Zhang Xiaojia's heart. She stared intently at the women's faces and was instantly horrified—they had actually become puppets! And they were puppets of living people!
Zhang Xiaojia was horrified, but curiosity compelled her to follow one of the women back to her home. Upon entering, she was stunned by the sight: at least two adult women and three or four young girls were present. Such a large gathering of women should have been full of life and laughter, but instead, an eerie and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.
Zhang Xiaojia couldn't believe what she was seeing. She felt like she was going crazy. Who on earth could have created such a terrifying toy mirror? It could turn living people into mindless puppets. It was so cruel and evil!
Time passed minute by minute, and finally it was evening. Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a man slowly walked into the house. Zhang Xiaojia was in the corner, silently observing this scene. There was nothing to block her, but no one noticed her. She watched helplessly as this man was surrounded by his wives and concubines, even the little girls who were not yet grown up were not spared.
The music in the village started again, the men stood up, and the women and girls all knelt down to see him off.
Zhang Xiaojia followed him, while the village square in the distance was bathed in bright lights, as if it were daytime. A sense of foreboding welled up in her heart, and her pace involuntarily quickened as she ran towards the square.
When she finally arrived at the square panting, the scene before her left her dumbfounded: a huge altar stood in the center, surrounded by a group of people with solemn expressions.
On the altar, a woman was bound and unable to move, her head hanging low, as if she had lost all life. Upon closer inspection, the woman turned out to be a living puppet!
Zhang Xiaojia's eyes widened, her face filled with shock and disbelief. She had never imagined such a cruel scene could occur here—human sacrifice, and of a woman who had just experienced the pain of childbirth!
At this moment, a shrill shout broke the brief silence: "Fire!!!"
Following the sound, I saw the man who had been lecturing women on the so-called Three Obediences and Four Virtues on the podium, waving his arms and shouting hysterically. Behind him, a group of boys, each holding a blazing torch, followed his commands and advanced towards the altar.
Seeing the fire about to engulf the innocent woman, Zhang Xiaojia was extremely anxious. At the critical moment, she used the Rain of Heaven Talisman without hesitation, muttering something to herself.
In a flash, heavy rain poured down from the sky, and these dense raindrops seemed to have precise targets, pouring all of them squarely on the raging flames that were about to spread to the altar.
The man who had ordered the fire stared blankly at the sudden downpour, a look of astonishment and resentment on his face. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that Heaven doesn't need this human sacrifice today? Well, let her linger a little longer, and we can hold this sacrifice ceremony tomorrow!"
At that moment, several haggard-looking women appeared in the middle of the empty square, carrying a large iron pot with great difficulty. Surprisingly, none of them were pregnant.
When Zhang Xiaojia saw what was in the pot—a cooked baby—her face paled and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Fear instantly overwhelmed her remaining sanity. Unable to suppress her inner terror any longer, she turned and ran out.
Along the way, she ran at an astonishing speed, and soon she rushed into the town panting. Once in the town, she couldn't wait to take out her things and rushed into the toilet. She lay down beside the toilet, opened her mouth and began to vomit wildly.
Zhang Xiaojia was shocked to realize how terrifying and unbelievable what he had just experienced was.
The whole group of people turned out to be living puppets controlled by someone, no matter if they were men or women. Even if the men in the village were the perpetrators of violence, they were still puppets, they had lost their self-awareness and became the hands of the mastermind behind the scenes, manipulated at will.
Zhang Xiaojia sat on the sofa, crying and calling He Fei. She couldn't bear it anymore.
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