Crude barracks, barbed wire fences, dark brown ground, and piles upon piles of defensive bags filled with soil. Soldiers in World War II Japanese military uniforms were standing in front of them. The scenery around them indicated where they were: Japanese barracks.
Wang Chen lay on the ground covered in wounds. His hair was disheveled and there was not a single part of his body that was unharmed. He was handcuffed and shackled. Steel nails carved with runes pierced through his shoulder blades. His Dantian was also pierced by two steel nails, destroying his Sea of Qi.
He lay on the ground in pain. A few of his wounds were still bleeding as if he had just been tortured.
A few people who were also under control but treated better than him surrounded Wang Chen, asking him with concern and checking on his physical condition.
"This should be what he experienced when he was captured and became a moving blood bank in the slave camp. Senior Sister Tai Su should be dead by now." Li Xianyu held his breath as he felt a strong sense of sorrow.
In his mind, the image of the peerlessly beautiful woman with the limpid autumn waters and divine jade bones appeared.
She had already assimilated with the soil and her beauty had withered.
"Why are you doing this? If they want the Quanzhen Dao techniques, you should just give them."
"We are already prisoners and meat on the chopping board. Being stubborn will only make us die faster. If you just want to give us the Dao techniques, you don't have to be so stubborn. "
The people around him tried to persuade him. They watched as this young Daoist was taken into the slave camp and tortured by the Japanese army. He would rather die than hand over the Quanzhen Sect's Dao techniques. He was stubborn.
"If I'm afraid of death, I won't go down the mountain." Wang Chen grinned and his mouth was full of blood. "How can we let the Japanese take away the things passed down by our ancestors? I can't stop them, but I will never compromise with them."
If he compromised, how would he face the hundreds of his fellow disciples who sacrificed themselves in Changsha in the afterlife?
"Brother, you have a backbone." A burly man with a square face took out a hard and shriveled bun from his pocket. "Eat something. I secretly left this last night."
Wang Chen seemed to have been hungry for a long time. He took the bun and wolfed it down. The bland and tasteless bun seemed to have become a delicacy.
"Drink some water!" Another man took some water from a broken bowl and handed it over.
"Thank you!" Forgotten Dust swallowed the steamed bun in the murky water. "May I know your names, benefactors?"
"Chen Ye!" the burly man said.
"Liu Ming!" The lean man who handed him the water said.
Liu Ming Li Xianyu's heart moved. Isn't this the ancestor of Liu Kongchao who has the abilities of the Pirate King but doesn't have the ambition of the Pirate King?
Li Xianyu thought of that good friend of his, who could say goodbye to women by pulling out a lump of meat and gouging a hole in it, and then he could make a living by himself.
Back then, it was Chen Ye and Liu Ming who sealed Slime. So it turned out that they had met in the slave camp. Later on, after the death of the Demon Dao, the two of them changed their names and escaped the purge of the Daoist sects. They could be considered to be enjoying their remaining years in peace.
"Benefactors, how long have you been here?" Forgotten Dust asked.
"It's been half a year," Liu Ming said.
"The Japanese have been capturing a large number of Blood Descendants but not killing them. I don't know why," Chen Ye said.
"A few of my fellow disciples have also been captured by the Japanese. Since you've been here for so long, have you heard of Wang Zhen and Tai Su?" Forgotten Dust hurriedly asked.
Chen Ye and Liu Ming looked at each other and tried hard to recall. They shook their heads and said, "No."
"Wang Bo, Chen Fu, Gao Ming, Zhu Li, have you heard of these people?" Forgotten Dust listed more than a dozen names in a row.
Chen Ye and Liu Ming still shook their heads.
Li Xianyu looked on silently, his heart cold. Don't ask anymore, they're all dead, including the woman we love, Senior Sister Tai Su.
Chen Ye said, "But among the recent captives, there's a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."
"Who?"
"Wang Zhen."
Liu Ming spat, "He's just a coward who became a lackey of the Japanese."
"What did you say?" Forgotten Dust's eyes widened.
Liu Ming snorted, "Just a few days earlier than you, about seven or eight days ago, he and another man named Cao Jun were captured by the Japanese army and brought back to the slave camp. Hey, after a round of torture, they immediately surrendered and obediently pledged their loyalty to the Japanese army."
"Impossible, you're lying!" Wang Chen's reaction was very strong. He grabbed Liu Ming's collar with a ferocious look on his face.
"Daoist Wangchen, this is real." Chen Ye went up to dissuade him. He sighed and said, "If you don't believe me, you can go and see others."
The people on the side said, "They didn't lie. There was a Taoist priest named Wang Qing and a young man named Cao Jun who became the running dogs of the Japanese invaders. However, there were many people in the slave camp who surrendered to the Japanese, so we're not surprised at all. It's just that those two were particularly incompetent and softhearted, so they surrendered after just half a day."
Wang Chen couldn't stand still.
At this time, several soldiers holding large wooden covers opened the gate of the fence and shouted, "Aji Ji Ma Sa Ye Ma Sa Ma Sa Na."
Very soon, over a hundred bloodline slaves from the slave camp were gathered together. Every one of them wore shackles on their hands and feet, with steel nails piercing through their shoulder blades. They would be injected with medicine to suppress their bloodline power at regular intervals.
Wang Chen was the most miserable out of all of them, because he was the most unruly and unruly.
A Japanese officer entered the slave camp and spoke in Japanese, with a traitor translating beside him.
"They brainwash us every day to make us swear loyalty to the Japanese emperor," Liu Ming whispered into Wang Chen's ear.
"Ptui, dream on! My village was burned down by the Japanese and my family was killed. I've been living on just to find a chance to get rid of those Japanese bastards, "Chen Ye said.
"Among you, as long as you're from a respectable sect, you can use your secret manuals to exchange for the Emperor's goodwill.
"Those who don't know what's good for them will only face death.
"As long as you can reveal the hiding places of more of your bloodline companions and let them join our big family, you can be released from the slave camp. The Japanese promise to give you the same treatment and benefits as a normal soldier."
Why did this sound like a pyramid scheme? Li Xianyu did not manage to retort because he saw Wang Chen's body swaying. His face instantly turned as white as a sheet and his lips almost turned pink.
He should have realized why he was ambushed and probably guessed what happened to his companions. The Evil Daoist had been dead for 80 years, but looking at the events of 80 years ago, Li Xianyu suddenly regretted it. He wished he had never gotten the thumb ring, never entered the memories of the Evil Daoist, and never met Senior Sister Tai Su.
The most despairing thing in the world was the word "past". You knew it wasn't good and you knew its ending. But you just couldn't change it. You couldn't even fight to the death.
Wang Chen couldn't hear anything after that. He stood rooted to the ground in a daze. Until the "mobilization meeting" was about to end, the traitor translated the Japanese officer's words, "Who among you is willing to swear loyalty to the Emperor?"
No one answered.
The traitor's face darkened, "As long as you agree to swear loyalty to the Emperor, you can leave this place."
But those who could endure until now were all troublemakers who were not afraid of death. There was even someone who scolded, "I'd rather die than be a traitor like you."
The traitor's translation was hopping mad.
"What's wrong with pledging allegiance to the Emperor of Japan? Follow in the footsteps of Japan and create the East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere together. It's better than being the sick man of East Asia." He was very familiar with this line of speech.
"I …" Someone in the crowd suddenly said.
Everyone turned around in anger, but they were stunned. The stubborn young Daoist was planning to pledge allegiance to the Japanese army?!
Under the intense gazes, Wang Chen's face turned slightly pale. He clenched his fists and his chewing muscles bulged. It seemed like it took all his strength to say this sentence, "I'm willing."
"Eh, you're sensible now." The traitor's translation was overjoyed, "You're as promising as me. Come forward."
Wang Chen slowly walked forward step by step. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at the angry and disdainful gazes.
He came in front of the Japanese officer and said in a deep voice, "I won't pledge allegiance to the Japanese army, but I'm willing to teach you Daoist techniques."
After a pause, Wang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "It's not for free. I have conditions."
The traitor's translation frowned. He was not satisfied with Wang Chen's answer, but he translated it to the Japanese officer.
The Japanese officer looked at Wang Chen and said something in Japanese.
"The taijin wants to ask you, which sect are you from and what do you know?" the traitor translated.
"The Quanzhen Sect!" Wang Chen's face was burning hot. He felt greatly humiliated. He took a deep breath and said, "I know all eight types of formations and the three secret arts of the Quanzhen Sect. Find one person and I'll give you a secret art. Wang Chen doesn't know as much as I do, but he doesn't.
"I want to use them to exchange for my companions if they are captured by you."
After the translation, the Japanese officer's eyes lit up.
The traitor's translation took out a small notebook and wrote down all the names that Wang Chen mentioned.
The Japanese officer patted Wang Chen on the shoulder and said something in Japanese before turning around and leaving.
The traitor's translation took back his notebook and patted Wang Chen's face. He sneered, "The taijin said that he will help you find your companions, but he wants all the secret arts."
Wang Chen had transformed from an iron-boned hero into a fragrant King Jingze.
From then on, the people in the slave camp no longer spoke to him. They spat on him and despised him. Only Chen Ye and Liu Ming understood his eagerness to find his companions and even comforted him.
In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed. Wang Chen's days in the slave camp were not easy. The wounds on his body were not disinfected and bandaged in time. In the early summer weather, they quickly festered.
He suffered physical pain and mental anxiety every day. He would often wake up from his dreams or sit alone in the middle of the night with a fierce look on his face.
Li Xianyu could sense that the demon daoist's mentality had undergone an earth-shattering transformation during this period of time. He probably never dreamed that the one who betrayed them was a fellow disciple who had grown up with him, Wang Chen, who had fought a bloody battle together in Changsha.
The fiercest knife was always stabbed by someone you trusted.
The enemy's knife could only destroy your body, but the knife stabbed by someone you trusted would destroy your soul along with it.
On this day, after eating the sour leftovers, the traitor's translation, dressed in a Japanese military uniform, came to the slave camp with his head held high. He looked around and shouted, "Wang Chen, where is Wang Chen?"
Wang Chen, who was curled up in a rundown tent like a defeated dog, scrambled out, the shackles on his feet rattling.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days and you're already like this?" The traitor's translation was shocked.
At this time, the demon's eyes were cloudy, his face was haggard, his hair was disheveled, and the wounds on his body were oozing pus and giving off a stench, attracting buzzing flies. He looked like a beggar on the streets.
"The person you're looking for, we've found him for you. He was captured on the same day as you, "the traitor's translation said.
The demon Daoist's murky eyes suddenly emitted a resplendent light.
Li Xianyu was slightly excited. He was happy for the demon. At this moment, to find his former companions in the midst of the destruction of his country was the greatest happiness in life, but also the greatest misfortune.
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