"It's almost there. Zhao Jiayu is in this direction, just out of the woods." Monk Wei suddenly stopped talking, and the scene became a little awkward for a moment.

The group walked back to the place where they entered the woods. There were still marks left by everyone on the ground and on the trees.

"Well, Mr. Ye, if you let me walk again, we will definitely be able to get out of this forest." Monk Wei suppressed his embarrassment, walked to Ye Zheng's side and spoke.

"Forget it, there's no need to go through so much trouble." Ye Zheng shook his head and did not give Monk Wei a chance to speak. A force of spiritual thought flew out, rose into the sky, circled for a while, and then flew back.

Without any nonsense, Ye Zheng led everyone out of the forest.

"Hey, Mr. Ye, you still have a way to take us out of the forest directly. That monk Wei is a cocky bastard who can't even do such a small thing." Xizi came in front of Ye Zheng and looked at him with a flattering face.

"Damn it, Xizi, are you looking for a beating? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death." Upon hearing this, Monk Wei immediately became angry.

"Look, Mr. Ye, this monk Wei is really useless and can only yell. He is not as capable as Mr. Ye." The flattering look on Xizi's face did not diminish in the slightest.

"Okay, just tell me what you want to say. If you keep saying a few more words, I'm afraid that Monk Wei will kill you when you go back." Ye Zheng looked at Xizi with some amusement and spoke.

"Well, Mr. Ye, could you teach us a trick so we can kill more Japanese devils?" Xizi suddenly became a little depressed, as if he remembered something.

"It's not impossible. Let's talk about it later." Ye Zheng thought about it and did not refuse directly. If he could spread the cultivation system in this world, it would be beneficial to a certain extent. It would also be much more convenient when he devoured this world in the future.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ye." Xizi looked excited.

The entrance of Zhao Jiayu’s village.

"Old Li, Old Li, monk, what's going on?" Zhao Gang shook Li Yunlong excitedly and looked at the monk again.

"Political Commissar, when we were breaking out, the regiment commander had convulsions and refused to let me lead him in the breakout no matter what. So we had no choice but to knock him out. Fortunately, we were there as Mr. Ye killed all the devils." Monk Wei looked at the political commissar's murderous eyes and gritted his teeth and told him what had happened.

"Then you can't hit the regiment commander either." Zhao Gang checked Li Yunlong and wanted to say something, but held it back.

"If the commander doesn't leave and I abandon him, he'll shoot me. There's nothing I can do." Monk Wei looked aggrieved.

Zhao Gang glared at Monk Wei fiercely, then turned his gaze to Ye Zheng and said, "Mr. Ye, I have to thank you very much this time. I don't know where you are from."

"It's not easy to tell you Ye's origins. Even if I tell you, you may not believe it. You just need to know that we all have Chinese blood in our bodies." Ye Zheng suddenly became mysterious, and his eyes became deep and distant.

"Mr. Ye, you're joking. If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Guests are welcome, so please come in." Zhao Gang politely invited Ye Zheng into the village.

He was dressed in a black robe with gold rolling around it and nine dragons circling around it, looking like an emperor. He immediately attracted everyone's attention and became the focus.

"Hey, this guy, why do I look so unfamiliar? He's not wearing any Eighth Route Army uniform. Who is he? I think he looks more like an ancient emperor." A middle-aged woman said to the pretty girl next to her.

"It's true. He is so handsome. I wish my Xiuqin's future husband could be half as good as this guy." The pretty girl at the side heard what the middle-aged woman said and looked at Ye Zheng, her eyes lighting up.

"Hey, Xiuqin, what do you think about letting that young man be your husband? In our entire Zhao Jiayu, you, Xiuqin, are the most beautiful flower." The middle-aged woman seemed to suddenly think of something and looked at Xiuqin in an ambiguous way.

"Aunt, you are kidding that guy again. It's obvious that the guy is not an ordinary person. How could he like someone like me?" Xiuqin's expression suddenly became gloomy and she said dejectedly.

"That's true. I just don't know why such a person would come to such a small place." The middle-aged woman also sighed.

Ye Zheng followed an Eighth Route Army soldier and came to a yard.

"Mr. Ye, this is the yard arranged for you by the political commissar. If you have any problems, you can contact us." The soldier knew that Ye Zheng was Li Yunlong's savior, so he looked very respectful towards Ye Zheng and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

"Well, that's enough. You can go back first. You are not needed here." Ye Zheng nodded lightly and spoke.

Seeing this, the soldier turned around and went back.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Zheng went back to the market place, replenished some things, and then quickly returned.

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In a small courtyard.

"Monk, what are you talking about? Is this true?" Zhao Gang looked directly at Monk Wei in front of him and grabbed his clothes nervously.

"Yes, Political Commissar, although I didn't see it with my own eyes, the minced meat all over the ground couldn't be faked. Hu Zi and the others saw it with their own eyes." Monk Wei scratched his bald head and said confidently.

"Mr. Ye's origins are unknown, and we don't know what he is up to, but he might have saved you just for the sake of convenience. Just as you said, Mr. Ye would have thought it would be very easy to kill these devils, so there's no need for him to use such brutal means."

Zhao Gang paused, as if thinking of something, and then said, "It must be the actions of these little devils that angered Mr. Ye, so Mr. Ye acted like this. Monk, are you sure that what you said is true?"

"Political Commissar, why do you look at me like this? How could I lie to you? I guarantee with my head that everything I said is true, otherwise you can just shoot me." Monk Wei looked depressed and almost became autistic.

"Okay, monk, you have to treat Mr. Ye well. If anything goes wrong and Mr. Ye gets angry and leaves, I will hold you accountable." Zhao Gang looked at him calmly. Monk Wei scratched his head and walked out, but his mind drifted to a few years ago.

At that time, the Japanese invaders had just invaded and the entire Northeast fell. He and some fellow villagers were surrounded by the Japanese and were about to be persecuted by them.

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe passed by. He just waved his hand and a small sword flew out. He easily cut off the heads of the team of Japanese devils, dozens of them in total, and then left.

Several years have passed. If Ye Zheng hadn't suddenly appeared, Zhao Gang himself would have almost forgotten this past event.