The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 28

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Chapter 352

Han Sheng opened a savings account in both their names, allowing both him and Wu Chushan to withdraw funds independently, and each signed the account.

“Uncle Shanren, I need to go to Hong Kong to find Lu Taiguan and ask him to help me find Zu Mo’s whereabouts. You can use this money to build a hospital in Nanshan Village,” Han Sheng said solemnly, handing the savings account to Wu Chushan.

Wu Chushan’s expression was solemn and deep. He nodded and said, “Han Sheng, don’t worry. Go and come back soon. Lan’er and I are waiting for your safe return.”

“Shen Caihua must come with me,” Han Sheng continued.

“Bringing a baby? That will be very inconvenient,” Wu Chushan asked, puzzled.

“Shen Caihua has the special ability to detect Zu Mo’s tracks,” Han Sheng explained.

Feng Sheng sighed, "Han Sheng, to be honest, if it weren't for worrying about implicating my parents back home in Tangshan, I, Feng Sheng, would definitely resign and accompany you, becoming your bodyguard."

Han Sheng smiled, took Feng Sheng's hand, and said, "You still have to deal with the leader; that's no easy task."

"I'll call Beijing right now and tell the leader that Master Jin has been shot dead, the real old sheepskin prophecy was stolen by Huang Jianguo's group of Japanese, and you're missing. I'm trying my best to find you. You and Shanren wait for me at the post office entrance for a moment," Feng Sheng said.

Han Sheng and Wu Chushanren waited as instructed at the crossroads, outside the county post office, while Feng Sheng hurriedly went inside to make a long-distance call.

"Huang Jianguo?" The leader's voice on the other end of the line was clearly quite surprised.

"Yes, in the moment before I lost consciousness, I glimpsed Huang Jianguo's figure," Feng Sheng said with absolute certainty.

"Hmm... Master Jin's body has been disposed of?" The leader quickly regained his composure.

“Yes, they tied stones to the body and sank it into the river overnight. There was nothing on the body to identify it. Even if it floats to the surface months later, it will just be an unidentified, decaying corpse,” Feng Sheng reported.

“Any leads on the Japanese and Han Sheng?” the commander asked.

“Not yet. May I start searching and investigating from Wuyuan? And report the progress to you as soon as possible,” Feng Sheng cautiously asked.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then the commander slowly said, “Go check on Huang Jianguo’s house. Since he’s back in Wuyuan, he might have secretly gone home.”

“Yes,” Feng Sheng replied.

“Describe the situation of that woman named Liu Jia again,” the commander ordered.

Feng Sheng then recounted everything that had happened since he met Liu Jia on the plane, focusing on her physical characteristics.

“Did she seduce you?” the commander asked casually.

“Yes,” Feng Sheng admitted, knowing it would be unwise to deny it outright. “But, sir, I wasn’t fooled. I’ve been working in public security for over ten years, and I’m quite immune to the enemy’s sweet talk.”

“Really?” the commander sneered.

“This… Reporting to the commander, the truth is, because I was supposed to shoot Master Jin, the mental pressure was immense, and I… I simply couldn’t get an erection…” Feng Sheng feigned embarrassment, stammering as he answered.

“Useless.” The commander hung up the phone.

Feng Sheng put down the phone with satisfaction. Useless? Hmph, so be it. This dispelled the commander’s suspicions. As for his physical condition, only he and Liu Jia knew.

“You seem quite happy.” Han Sheng said, looking at the relaxed Feng Sheng.

“Yes, everything went smoothly. I can go to Hong Kong with you now, but we need to go to Huang Jianguo’s house first to look for clues. Do you know the address?” Feng Sheng asked.

“Of course I know, I’ll take you there.” Han Sheng said.

After turning through several alleys, they arrived at the gate of a traditional Hui-style mansion with white walls and black tiles.

Han Sheng silently gazed at the two tightly closed vermilion doors. The pair of large stone lions in front of the gate still had fierce expressions, but they seemed to have lost their former majesty.

With a creak, the door opened, and A Gou poked his head out from inside, warily eyeing the three uninvited guests.

Feng Sheng quickly walked up the steps and said, "I'm Huang Jianguo's friend. We agreed to meet at his home in Wuyuan."

Upon hearing this, Agou's expression softened, and he hurriedly said, "Jianguo came back the day before yesterday, but I don't know when he left again. I've been worried about him since yesterday."

Feng Sheng frowned and pondered, "Sigh, that Jianguo is really something. He invited me all this way, but he won't even meet me. What kind of friend is he?"

Agou looked at Feng Sheng and cautiously asked, "Comrade, judging from your accent, you're not a local, are you?"

"Yes, can't you tell I have a Tangshan accent?" Feng Sheng smiled kindly.

"Where are these two?" Agou gestured towards Han Sheng and Wu Chushanren standing under the tree.

"Oh, I'm a stranger here and don't know the way. These two fellow villagers are very kind and led me here," Feng Sheng explained loudly.

Ah Gou nodded upon hearing this, then lowered his voice and whispered to Feng Sheng, "Yesterday, people from the county government came looking for Jianguo."

"Oh..." Feng Sheng looked at Ah Gou suspiciously.

"Someone falsely accused Jianguo and a woman of sneaking into the county government compound in the middle of the night to steal a jeep. Think about it, isn't this malicious slander to defame Director Huang? Jianguo's father is the top official in Wuyuan County. Would his son really steal a car from the government compound? What a joke, ptooey..." Ah Gou spat on the ground, scoffing.

"Yeah, based on my understanding of Jianguo, that's absolutely impossible." Feng Sheng also said indignantly.

"But Jianguo hasn't come back since the night before last, otherwise he could have gone to the county to explain." Ah Gou muttered to himself.

Feng Sheng understood. After Huang Jianguo and Liu Jia stole his old sheepskin, they went to the county government compound, stole a jeep, and ran away. More than a day had passed; they were probably already across the Yellow River by now.

Feng Sheng walked down the steps to the big tree. "Let's go. Huang Jianguo stole a jeep and fled Wuyuan," he said to Han Sheng and Shanren.

"That kid's getting more and more cunning," Wu Chushanren said.

Han Sheng and Feng Sheng set off, with Wu Chushanren, Lan'er, and Ye Lao seeing them off at the east end of the village.

"I want to build three thatched houses on the old site, just like when my father was alive," Han Sheng said sadly, holding Shen Caihua in his arms and carrying a suction cup in his hand, standing in front of the ruins of his old home.

His heart was filled with melancholy and sorrow. The three thatched houses held too many childhood memories. The past days were so warm and cozy. Han Sheng even had hallucinations... his mother humming a lullaby, his father pounding medicine outside, the sound long and lingering... "Shanren, don't worry, you and Lan'er, I will protect Han Sheng," Feng Sheng said loudly, his backpack on his back, his right hand touching the Mauser pistol in his pocket.

"Hansheng, will this old monk ever be able to grow another golden lilac?" Old Ye asked Hansheng quietly, pouting his withered lips.

"What happened to your original golden lilac?" Hansheng asked, quite puzzled.

"This old monk put it in an eggshell in Blue Moon Valley to incubate, but it was accidentally stolen," Old Ye said aggrievedly.

"Who in the valley would steal Old Ye's boogers?" Hansheng was even more puzzled, yet couldn't help but chuckle.

“Shen Caihua and Zu Mo, it was those two little devils who did it,” Elder Ye said in a low, mysterious voice.

“Wrinkled-skinned baby girl…” Han Sheng muttered to himself. He finally understood why Zu Mo’s skin had improved. He had always thought it was related to that Thai sorcerer, Meng Lachawong Bing. It turned out it was the golden clove that had worked.

“Your golden clove is formed from nasal mucus that has been there for thousands of years. It can’t grow back now,” Han Sheng answered truthfully.

Elder Ye’s face showed pain, which was quite pitiful. After a moment, a mysterious smile appeared on his face. He pulled Han Sheng aside and whispered, “Brother Han Sheng, do you think there might be golden clove growing in the nasal cavity of that hairy female corpse?”

Han Sheng smiled and replied casually, “If it’s old enough, maybe.”

Elder Ye was secretly delighted to hear this.

Lan'er held Han Sheng's hand reluctantly, tears welling in her eyes, speechless with emotion... The big yellow dog, Benben, and Heimei, leading a pack of puppies, circled Han Sheng's legs, rubbing against him and whimpering. The leader of the Yin Bats had already led his family back to Wolong Valley last night and hadn't been able to see them off.

Han Sheng had already withdrawn some money, carrying some for himself and some for Feng Sheng, for their journey.

After leaving Nanshan Village, Han Sheng and his group boarded a long-distance bus heading south in Wuyuan County, arriving in the provincial capital Nanchang in the evening, and then taking an overnight train to Guangdong.

That day, they finally arrived at the South China Sea, and through the misty Dapeng Bay, they could finally see Hong Kong Island.

Chapter 353

Late at night, wisps of mist floated on the surface of Dapeng Bay, damp and slightly salty.

On the small fishing boat, Feng Sheng gripped the gunwale tightly, his eyes fixed on the dark sea. Having already attempted to smuggle himself across once, he was relatively calm and relaxed.

"The sea patrols have been very strict lately," the boatman sighed. "A few days ago, He Laowu was taking people to Hong Kong. Before they even reached the median line, they were spotted by the border patrol boat. The small boat tried to cross the median line quickly to reach Hong Kong waters, hoping for safety, but a barrage of machine gun fire swept everyone into the water. He Laowu and those people were shark food, leaving behind a widow and orphans. It's truly pitiful."

Feng Sheng had paid a high price for the boat, two or three times more than last year, and even then, many fishermen were unwilling to take them out to sea.

Feng Sheng felt uneasy, hoping they wouldn't run into the border patrol boats. As a former policeman carrying a gun, if caught, he would definitely be treated as a traitor, and he would have no way to defend himself.

"Are we almost in Hong Kong waters?" Feng Sheng asked anxiously, listening intently to the sounds on the sea.

"A little longer," the boatman replied, rowing vigorously. "

Put-put-put-put..." A faint engine roar came from the sea, gradually growing louder, as if it were heading straight for them.

"Oh no, it's a border patrol boat!" the boatman exclaimed in alarm.

"With such thick fog, can they even see us?" Han Sheng asked doubtfully.

"The patrol boat is equipped with radar; even in the darkest fog, they can still spot fishing boats," the boatman hurriedly explained, rowing frantically towards the opposite Hong Kong waters.

Suddenly, searchlights blazed on, and although obscured by the thick fog, the small boat was still faintly visible in the light.

"Listen up, fishing boats ahead! We are a Chinese border patrol boat. We order you to stop immediately for a routine inspection!" a loudspeaker boomed through the thick fog.

"It's over, it's completely over this time..." The boatman's hand loosened, and he squatted down on the deck, his face full of dejection. The small fishing boat stopped on the water, bobbing with the waves.

Feng Sheng was also at a loss. He touched the pistol in his pocket, but how could he fight against the border guards?

Han Sheng also sighed. It seemed that this trip south had gone badly. In his anxiety, he looked down at Shen Caihua... Shen Caihua grinned and patted the suction cup with his small hand. He mumbled some incantations, and the suction cup's dark, round eyes blinked. It then plunged into the sea and slowly unfolded, becoming as big as a mat... Han Sheng felt a surge of warmth in his heart and hurriedly said to Feng Sheng, "Quickly, sit on the suction cup!"

Feng Sheng hesitated and looked at Han Sheng. Han Sheng smiled slightly, got up, stepped over the gunwale, and placed his foot on the soft belly of the suction cup, reaching out his hand to Feng Sheng.

At this moment, Shen Caihua, naked, leaped up and landed steadily on the suction cup. He grabbed the two large suction cups with both hands.

Feng Sheng, carrying his backpack, carefully stepped onto the belly of the suction cup, tested it, and found it to be stable with no signs of sinking.

"Sit down," Han Sheng ordered.

"No jumping into the sea to escape! Otherwise, we'll shoot!" The bright searchlight shone on them, revealing the gray silhouette of the patrol boat through the thick fog, with several heavily armed border guards standing on it.

"Caihua, start the boat!" Han Sheng shouted.

Shen Caihua twisted the suction cups forcefully, and seeing that they didn't move, he raised his small fist and punched them twice. The suction cup swayed, splashing water everywhere, and calmly carried the three people away like a whirlwind, leaving a white trail of water on the sea... "Little Caihua, you've gone the wrong way!" Han Sheng yelled.

Under the bright searchlight, little Caihua, his skin as white as snow, was covered in sweat as he darted across the sea, gripping the suction cup. But he was heading straight for the patrol boat… The border guards on the patrol boat stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the naked baby riding a mat as if on cloud nine. They exchanged bewildered glances, speechless.

“The suction cup is an aquatic creature, it’s attracted to light!” Feng Sheng suddenly realized, shouting urgently to Han Sheng.

Han Sheng also understood immediately, rushing to Shen Caihua’s side, covering the suction cup’s eyes with his hands, while yelling at Caihua, “Turn around! Turn around quickly!”

The suction cup felt darkness engulf it, the bright light gone. Shen Caihua’s little hands were frantically manipulating the suction cup to turn it. Following the instructions, it drew a large arc across the sea, readjusted its direction, and sped towards Hong Kong waters.

“Little one, stop! It’s very dangerous in the sea…” came the urgent shouts over the loudspeaker.

Shen Caihua stuck out his little bottom, arching his body forward to reduce wind resistance, and pulled hard on the suction cup with both hands. The suction cup shot up like an arrow, leaping forward across the sea. Each time it landed, the icy seawater splashed everywhere. The patrol boat's horn gradually faded, and the searchlights grew brighter and brighter until they disappeared into the thick fog.

"It's truly incredible! Hansheng, where did you get such a wonderful thing?" Feng Sheng was utterly impressed.

"The Nmai River in Myanmar, it's Xiao Caihua's pet," Hansheng said proudly.

"It's a freshwater creature, how can it survive in saltwater?" Feng Sheng asked, quite puzzled.

Han Sheng pondered for a moment and explained, "It's true that the sucker lives in freshwater, but it's also an amphibian. It can breathe air directly through its lungs. As long as it doesn't dive into the sea to filter saltwater through its gills, there won't be any problems."

"I see... but how does it run so fast?" Feng Sheng sat on the back of the sucker, leaning over to observe carefully and muttering to himself, "Oh, it turns out it has two suction chambers inside its body. It sucks in seawater at the front, and then its muscles compress rapidly to eject it from the tail, using the reaction thrust to move forward. And those green hairs below move together, controlling the direction of travel. It's really amazing, just like a jet plane."

Han Sheng and his group crossed the median line aboard the Sucker and entered Hong Kong waters. The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the bright lights of Hong Kong Island could be seen in the distance.

Shen Caihua probably sensed that the danger had passed, and the pressure on his hands gradually decreased. The Sucker also slowed down. Han Sheng released his hands from the Sucker's eyes. The Sucker no longer needed navigation; its phototaxis guided it automatically towards Hong Kong Island.

Dapeng Bay (also known as Mirs Bay) is a bay located between Hong Kong and the Dapeng Peninsula in Guangdong.

The Sucker carried Han Sheng and the others along the eastern waters of Hong Kong, rounding Huoshizhou, Guozhou Islands, and Donglongzhou, and landed at Shek O Country Park before dawn.

"We're going straight to Lu Tai-kwun's villa on the Mid-Levels," Han Sheng said.

On the beach, the Sucker slowly folded up, soon transforming into a tube the size of an umbrella. Xiao Caihua lovingly held it in his arms.

Han Sheng and Feng Sheng took off their clothes and wrung them out. The seawater had soaked their clothes as they jumped on the surface of the sea, and putting them back on was cold and sticky, very uncomfortable, but they had no choice but to make do.

By the time they hailed a taxi near Stone Tablet Hill, it was already broad daylight. An hour later, the taxi finally arrived in the affluent Mid-Levels area of Hong Kong Island, stopping in front of No. 900 Peak Road. Han Sheng paid a few dozen US dollars, then got out and rang the doorbell of the Lu residence.

Turning to look at Wu Daoming's villa at No. 911, the gate was tightly closed, appearing lifeless. Alas, Wu Daoming and the nun were both dead, and he wondered if the maid, Wang Ma, was still alive.

"Sir, who are you looking for… Oh, isn't this the divine physician Han Sheng?" The bodyguard who opened the door recognized Han Sheng and said with surprise. This man had been with them on their trip to the jungles of Myanmar.

"Is Grand Master Lu at home?" Han Sheng asked with a smile.

"Yes, he just got up. He's been thinking about you." The bodyguard said warmly, quickly ushering Han Sheng and the others into the courtyard.

Sitting in a rattan chair on the steps of the gate was an elderly man dressed in a blue Zhongshan suit, a yellow military cap, and white Feiyue sneakers. He was looking down, his eyes peering through two holes in his cap… Feng Sheng chuckled upon seeing him. This was none other than the mentally ill Mr. Wu, whom he had met at the Tengwang Pavilion Hotel in Nanchang, who claimed to be a "first-rank official, the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy."

"Ha, Mr. Wu, I didn't expect you to be in Hong Kong too?" Feng Sheng greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, it's you. Where's your big-footed beauty with high cheekbones? Didn't she come with you?" Mr. Wu chuckled.

"Big-footed beauty?" Feng Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then realized that this "Admiral" referred to Liu Jia.

"Sigh, what a greenhorn! That big-footed beauty only took five steps to seduce you, and you surrendered. You're utterly useless!" Old Master Wu scolded, extremely dissatisfied.

"What five steps? I don't understand..." Feng Sheng said, his face slightly flushed, puzzled. Useless? This crazy old man speaks in the same tone as the commander.

Old Master Wu said angrily, "Hmph, 'striking one's head,' 'luring the snake out of its hole,' 'greeting with a smile,' 'waiting to be fed,' and 'chicken head and ox hindquarters,' only five moves, and you gave yourself away so easily? You've utterly disgraced the men of my Great Qing..."

"I still don't understand," Feng Sheng stammered.

“This infuriates me,” Old Master Wu explained indignantly. “The first move all women use to seduce men is ‘scratching their heads,’ which involves scratching their scalp with their slender fingers and tossing their hair to get your attention. The second move, ‘luring the snake out of its hole,’ is more subtle. She sticks out her tongue and licks her cherry lips, enticing your tongue to writhe and yearn for more. But that night, that beauty surnamed Liu stuck out her entire tongue, like a hanged ghost. Clearly, she wasn’t quite there yet. How could she show her tongue like that…”

“How could you…” Feng Sheng was secretly astonished. Strange, the old man described it so vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

“The third move, ‘a smiling face,’ is the most alluring. I saw you were already staring intently, drooling with desire.” Old Master Wu continued sarcastically.

“A smiling face?” Feng Sheng was puzzled.

"It's her buttocks. That beauty pretends to tie her shoelaces, sticking out her huge buttocks and swaying them back and forth in front of you..." Old Master Wu sneered.

"Is that a 'smiling face'?" Feng Sheng asked in surprise.

"Exactly. People have two faces, one above and one below, one bright and one dark, one yang and one yin, each with its own charm. Using one's buttocks to seduce someone is called a 'smiling face.' Brothel women often use this technique." Old Master Wu patiently explained.

"Then what's the next step?" Feng Sheng was obviously interested and eagerly asked.

"The fourth step is the 'crying for milk' trick. Almost every adult man imagines crying for milk when he was a baby, but he is often unaware of it. This trick uses large breasts to arouse his desire to achieve his goal. Obviously, you've fallen for it." Old Master Wu said regretfully.

Upon hearing this, Feng Sheng blushed and asked softly, "What about 'chicken head and ox hindquarters'?"

Old Master Wu replied sternly, "The chicken head refers to the small, clean beak of a chicken, and the ox hindquarters is the dirty ox anus. This move is extremely ruthless! I saw that beauty press her lips against yours while her hand went straight for your 'ox hindquarters'..."

Feng Sheng was greatly embarrassed and was about to explain when...

"Oh, it's Brother Han Sheng! Forgive me for being late in welcoming you." Lu Taiguan strode out of the room, smiling broadly, followed by Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and several other expeditionary soldiers, still sporting their long beards and disheveled hair.

After sitting down in the living room, Lu Taiguan ordered breakfast to be prepared.

"Han Sheng, what brings you to Hong Kong all of a sudden? This Mr. Feng is actually an old acquaintance of yours; we even met once at the Tengwang Pavilion in Nanchang," Lu Taiguan said warmly.

Han Sheng briefly introduced Feng Sheng and the purpose of his trip to Hong Kong.

"Yes, finding the whereabouts of the ancestor's daughter is no problem. I can organize a skilled mercenary force, equipped with a helicopter, to search the mountainous areas of Myanmar and northern Thailand in Southeast Asia," Lu Taiguan readily agreed. He then added, "Please give me a few days to prepare. Also, at 10:00 AM this morning, I will hold a large press conference in Hong Kong, where I will solemnly announce to the world that five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers who survived World War II have been discovered in the primeval rainforests of Myanmar. They have endured a brutal life for thirty-four years! Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the other four sergeants will appear before the world, still retaining their original disheveled appearance. What a shock that will be... The Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers will move the world and awaken the conscience of peace. Only in this way can they be guaranteed a safe return to the mainland."

Chapter 354

In the vast darkness of night, a jeep hurriedly drove along the highway from Wuyuan to southern Anhui, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it. At dawn, the jeep entered the ancient city of Chizhou in southern Anhui.

Chizhou, bordering Tongling to the east, Huangshan to the south, Jiangxi Province to the west, and the Yangtze River to the north, is described in old county records as: "Chizhou, a city overlooking the Yangtze River, is located upstream of Nanjing and at the crossroads of Wu and Yue." It is an ancient city with a history of over 2,000 years.

"We currently have two routes: one is to take the local car ferry across the river, and the other is to continue east into Jiangsu and then north via the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge," Huang Jianguo said.

"Wuyuan-jun, do you think they will follow us along the way?" Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi asked anxiously.

Huang Jianguo thought for a moment and comforted him, "Not for now. After the gatekeeper, Master Zhang, wakes up, the county government will try to contact my father first before they can handle it. The government doesn't know he's passed away yet. How about this, let's eat

something in Chizhou first, and then make a long-distance call to report to Mr. Kurosawa." Kosui Yoshiko nodded, parked the jeep on the bluestone road between Xiaosu and Paifang streets in the city, and each drank two bowls of steaming hot meat wontons with plenty of pepper. They felt warm and comfortable after the meal.

After breakfast, they found the local post office and made a long-distance call to the capital.

"Mr. Kurosawa, this is Kosui Yoshiko. I've obtained the old sheepskin you requested from Mr. Feng. Wuyuan Taro and I stole a car and have arrived in Chizhou. We're preparing to cross the river northward and try to reach the capital before dark tomorrow," Kosui Yoshiko reported.

"Hmm, very good. But don't come directly to the capital. Instead, continue east to Shanghai, understand?" Kurosawa said, unable to hide his excitement.

"Shanghai? Why there?" Yoshiko Kosui asked, puzzled.

"The old sheepskin has been stolen. Feng Sheng will definitely report it to his superiors in the capital immediately. Going north will be very dangerous. I will instruct the Shanghai consulate to book a direct flight to Tokyo for Taro Ukiyo. Give him the old sheepskin and tell him to return to Japan immediately. I will meet Taro Ukiyo in Tokyo. Now, please hand the phone to Taro Ukiyo." Kurosawa ordered.

"Yes, sir," Yoshiko Kosui replied.

“Jianguo, you’ve done a great job. After your father-in-law received news of the lost Geda Prophecy, he will definitely be setting up surveillance in the capital, and of course, he will also be closely monitoring my movements. Therefore, you cannot head north back to Beijing, but instead go east to Shanghai. The Shanghai consulate will then escort you onto a flight to Japan. Take that old sheepskin with you; I will meet you at Tokyo Haneda Airport,” Kurosawa instructed.

“Fly directly to Japan?” Huang Jianguo was taken aback.

“What? Didn’t you want a pair of black testicles?” Kurosawa chuckled.

“Ah, thank you, Master Kurosawa…” Huang Jianguo was overjoyed.

“I will fly back to Tokyo today and await you in Japan, Mr. Jianguo.” Kurosawa hung up the phone.

The jeep left Chizhou, heading east. By noon the next day, they had finally arrived in Shanghai, the largest city in the Central Plains.

Huang Jianguo, clutching the old sheepskin inscribed with the Geda Prophecy, happily boarded the night flight from Shanghai to Tokyo, Japan.

Hours later, the Boeing plane slowly landed at Tokyo Haneda Airport, and Taro Wuyuan finally set foot on Japanese soil.

Kurosawa had specially arranged a welcome dinner for Huang Jianguo at a luxurious hotel on Chuo-dori Street in Ginza 4-chome, Tokyo. Although it was late at night, the bright streetlights were still a kaleidoscope of colors, making Ginza resemble a celestial galaxy. The streets were bustling with men and women of all skin colors, a warm breeze carrying the scent of extravagance and decadence—truly a world-renowned den of iniquity.

"Jianguo-kun, tonight, to celebrate our successful acquisition of the Geda Prophecy, I've specially prepared a banquet in the most traditional Japanese style for you—the Golden Nugget Dinner." Kurosawa, beaming, took Huang Jianguo's hand and led him into a luxurious Japanese-style private room.

"Ira-ya-ma-sai," two beautiful young women in kimonos bowed deeply to welcome the guests.

After sitting down on the tatami mats, Huang Jianguo took out an old sheepskin from his pocket and respectfully presented it to Kurosawa with both hands.

Kurosawa's hands trembled as he gently accepted it, his eyes widening as he stared at the old sheepskin. "8341..." he slowly recited a few numbers, then cautiously looked up at the Japanese woman serving him, carefully folded the sheepskin, and put it into his inner pocket, nodding and saying, "I'll have a good drink with Jianguo-kun tonight, I'll look at this later."

"The food can be served now," Kurosawa clapped his hands, indicating.

Two kimono-clad girls helped Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo to a large round table and sat them down. Surprisingly, a wooden stool was placed on the table, with a round hole in the center, under which was a white porcelain plate.

"This is..." Huang Jianguo asked in surprise.

Kurosawa smiled slightly and said, "China is a country with a long culinary tradition, with its eight major cuisines each having their own unique style. However, it is quite conservative, and its future development is worrying. It is far inferior to the innovative spirit of the Japanese, who can take food culture to its extreme and invent 'human body sushi' and 'golden grain meal.' Tonight, I will invite Jianguo to taste the supreme delicacy that Japan presents to the world—the golden grain meal."

"Golden grain meal?" Huang Jianguo had never heard of this dish before.

Just then, the sliding door on the side of the room opened gently, and a beautiful girl with smooth, radiant skin, completely naked, walked out gracefully. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"She is still a virgin," Kurosawa explained softly.

The girl smiled slightly at them, stepped onto the round table, and elegantly sat on the wooden stool.

Huang Jianguo asked Kurosawa in surprise, "What is she going to do?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Kurosawa said with a smile.

Huang Jianguo stared intently at the girl, admiring her smooth skin, her two undeveloped, immature breasts, and her round buttocks… With a “plop,” without any warning, the girl defecated. A steaming, yellowish stool, about the thickness of a thumb and of moderate consistency, fell into the white porcelain dish. Then another one followed, four or five in total, ending the process with a fart.

Strangely, there was no foul odor in the air; the yellow feces actually emitted a fragrant, sweet aroma, like the scent of cantaloupe, as if bringing the breath of spring from the fields… Huang Jianguo was dumbfounded, speechless.

Kurosawa laughed heartily, "Golden Nugget Meal, also known as 'Fairy Egg,' has a long and complicated production process. It requires carefully selected twelve or thirteen-year-old virgins who are not allowed to eat anything indiscriminately. Every day, they must strictly follow a detailed program for exercise, drinking water, eating, and daily living. After several weeks, the restaurant sends people to select the most suitable excrement from them as raw materials. Then, it is steamed and fried with various precious seasonings. Afterward, it is shaped according to strict process standards into various shapes of feces. Finally, it is coated with edible gold powder and it is ready to eat."

"...Isn't that eating shit?!" Huang Jianguo exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly, this isn't your average excrement. Today we've ordered a Hami melon flavored one. This girl hasn't eaten anything for two months, only fresh Hami melons, ensuring the hygiene of the 'raw materials' from the source. Now, the chef will pickle the fresh feces, fry them, and then dip them in a special sauce. It's not only nourishing and strengthening, but also a civilized experience of returning to nature. Many Hong Kong and Taiwanese celebrities and tycoons fly all the way here to taste it, and they all enjoy it immensely, praising it highly," Kurosawa explained with a click of his tongue.

After the girl finished defecating, she didn't wipe her bottom. She stood up lightly, bowed to Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo, and carried the white porcelain plate containing the feces into the side door to take it to the kitchen for processing.

Huang Jianguo asked blankly, "This dish must be very expensive, right?"

"Of course, about 500,000 RMB," Kurosawa replied.

"500,000!" Huang Jianguo exclaimed in surprise.

“It’s worth it to celebrate obtaining the Geda Prophecy. Now we can drink sake.” Kurosawa nodded and gestured to the kimono-clad woman behind him to pour the sake.

After several rounds of drinks, the “Golden Particle Meal” was finally served. Several golden lumps of excrement were placed on a snow-white porcelain plate, emitting a fragrant aroma.

“King of the Nation, please enjoy,” Kurosawa said.

Huang Jianguo reached out with his chopsticks, gently picked up a small piece, dipped it in the seasoning, and softly put it in his mouth. Instantly, a sweet and crisp aroma he had never experienced before filled his taste buds. An unparalleled pleasure slowly traveled from his mouth down to his stomach, and then back to his brain... "So delicious..." he murmured in a daze, and then two hot tears streamed down his face.

"It's a pity that we in the Central Plains can't create something so delicious?" Huang Jianguo said in great pain.

"Chinese people think their culture is ancient and profound, they are arrogant and complacent, they are stuck in their ways and don't strive for progress. Just think, how can a sick man of East Asia deserve to enjoy such a gift from heaven?" Kurosawa said disdainfully.

"Yes, yes, just smell the toilets in China and you'll know. Their excrement is stinking. How can it be as sweet and delicious as this Japanese excrement?" Huang Jianguo said, hurriedly stuffing the "golden grain meal" into his mouth. These few pieces are worth 500,000 yuan. He had to eat more.

After Huang Jianguo licked away the last bit of feces, he patted his stomach, feeling incredibly comfortable… His next task was to get the black man's testicles transplanted as soon as possible, he thought.

Chapter 355:

The Governor's House, located in the Mid-Levels of Central, served as the official residence and office of successive Governors of Hong Kong. Built in 1855, its off-white exterior retains its former British tradition, while the gun turrets inside are remnants from the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong during World War II.

A press conference by Hong Kong Justice of the Peace, Mr. Lo Tai-kwun (JP), was held at the Governor's House at 10:00 AM. Governor Sir MacLehose, along with the Colonial Secretary and other high-ranking Hong Kong government officials, sat in the front row, their faces brimming with excitement. A historic moment that would shock the world was about to unfold.

Almost all the major media outlets from around the world were present, including CNN from the US, BBC and AFP from the UK, Asahi Shimbun and Yomiuri Shimbun from Japan, Xinhua News Agency from China, and reporters from Taiwan's China Times and United Daily News sitting in a corner. Various cameras equipped with telephoto lenses were stacked high below the stage, and local media, led by Hong Kong's RTV, formed a formidable presence.

At exactly 10:00 AM, Sir Murray MacLehose, the 25th Governor of Hong Kong, solemnly walked onto the stage. Sir Murray MacLehose enjoyed high prestige among the citizens; two years prior, he had established the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) in Hong Kong, effectively combating corruption among officials and the police force.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, with a heavy heart and profound respect, I announce to you some news that will shock the world. More than thirty years have passed since World War II, and it has been largely forgotten. Yet, in the tropical rainforests of Burma, five soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force are still persisting in their resistance. They have not received orders to retreat; they are unaware that World War II has long ended, and they have remained silently in the jungle for thirty-four years..." Sir Murray MacLehose's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled.

A moment of silence fell over the audience, followed by a wave of exclamations like the ocean... As the crowd's excitement gradually subsided, the person standing on the stage was now Justice of the Peace, Mr. Lu Taiguan (JP).

"They've come today. I personally ventured into the jungles of Southeast Asia, enduring countless hardships, to finally find them. I conveyed the orders of General Sun Liren, commander of the 38th Division of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, telling them that the war ended thirty-four years ago, Japan surrendered, and they can go home..." Two streams of tears slowly flowed down Lu Taiguan's cheeks, then he shouted in grief and indignation, "Lieutenant Dai Bingguo, come out!"

Under the spotlight, five disheveled, shoulder-length-bearded, barefoot, and bare-chested savages with animal skins around their legs stood tall and stepped forward onto the stage... The entire audience erupted in cheers. Flashbulbs flashed incessantly, and people stood up and surged forward, exclamations of astonishment filling the air.

The Taiwanese reporters recovered from their initial shock and desperately pushed their way forward. One of the female reporters from the United Daily News even fell to the ground, her high heels slipping off and her skirt ripped, but she still crawled forward relentlessly.

A young man holding a baby reached out to help her up. The female reporter glanced at him gratefully. It was Han Sheng, along with the ghost baby Shen Caihua.

"Excuse me, are there only five of you left in the Chinese Expeditionary Force?" a reporter asked.

"What did you eat in the tropical rainforest? Were you always naked?" another reporter asked.

"Where are your hometowns? Thirty-four years ago you were all young, now you are over fifty. Do you still have any relatives?" yet another reporter asked.

Lu Taiguan spread his arms, signaling for silence, and shouted, "Quiet! Quiet! Please ask your questions one by one."

Gradually, the reporters' questions mainly revolved around the fate of Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and his four companions.

"Lieutenant Dai Bingguo, you are from the Chinese Expeditionary Force, the former Nationalist Army. Are you planning to return to your unit and go to Taiwan?" a reporter from the Taiwan China Times pressed.

Lieutenant Dai Bingguo looked at the other four soldiers with anguish, then sighed bitterly, "We want to go home!"

"I don't even know if my parents are still alive..." one veteran murmured sadly.

"My wife, and my son, I want to see you so much, sob sob..." another couldn't hold back and began to sob softly.

Looking at these Chinese veterans who had fought valiantly in the Burmese jungles and were now frail and aged like wild men, the reporters from various countries couldn't help but sigh with sorrow.

A reporter from the Hong Kong Xinhua News Agency, dressed in a dark Zhongshan suit, rushed out to call his superior for instructions. The incident had happened so suddenly that he seemed somewhat at a loss.

"Ah... such a thing? Remember, don't make any statements for now. The branch will immediately consult with the capital before making any further statements," his superior said, and quickly hung up the phone.

The press conference continued. The shocking news of the discovery of five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers still fighting in the Burmese jungle spread rapidly throughout the world via radio waves.

The Executive Yuan of Taiwan reacted swiftly, recognizing the five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers as role models for the National Revolutionary Army and heroes of World War II. They were ordered to return to Taiwan immediately, and were to be commended, promoted, and given compensation.

Lu Taiguan and Lieutenant Dai Bingguo anxiously awaited news from China.

Just as the press conference was about to end, Liang Weilin, the head of the Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong branch, arrived at the Governor-General's residence, sweating profusely. He hurriedly went up to the podium, tightly grasped Lieutenant Dai Bingguo's hand, and said with tears in his eyes, "You've suffered so much, welcome home..."

Lu Taiguan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the five Expeditionary Force soldiers could no longer contain their emotions, bursting into tears.

Below the stage, Han Sheng's eyes were also moist. At

Lu Taiguan's residence,

Old Master Wu paced back and forth in his room, muttering, "Hmph, they're all gone. This Governor-General is so bored."

Concerned about revealing his identity, Feng Sheng did not accompany Han Sheng to the Governor-General's press conference, but stayed home to keep the eccentric Old Master Wu company.

"What kind of official is the Governor-General? Is he higher than me, the Admiral?" Old Master Wu said indignantly.

"The Governor-General of Hong Kong is British, the highest-ranking official in Hong Kong," Feng Sheng explained.

"On the fifth day of the first month of the Xin Chou year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign, the late Emperor declared war on Britain. The following summer, he was defeated and signed the Treaty of Nanjing, ceding Hong Kong Island. I once petitioned the Xianfeng Emperor, offering to personally lead my Yangtze River Navy to fight the British, but I was never able to fulfill my wish. Alas, in the end, I could only retire and return to my hometown with eight beautiful women from the Jianghuai region." Old Master Wu sighed as he recalled the past.

"Eight beauties? Old Master, you've had quite the luck with women," Feng Sheng said with a laugh, thinking that this old man was really crazy, perhaps truly the legendary womanizer.

"Speaking of good fortune with women, we must mention our Emperor Xianfeng. Among the beauties in the palace were the 'Four Springs' of Han women: Peony Spring, Begonia Spring, Apricot Blossom Spring, and Tuoluo Spring, plus 'Heaven and Earth as One Spring,' which was Yehenara Lan'er," Old Master Wu said with a chuckle.

"Isn't the Yehenara clan you're talking about the Empress Dowager Cixi?" Feng Sheng asked.

"What Empress Dowager Cixi? She was the daughter of Huizheng of the Yehenara clan, her childhood name was Lan'er, also called Xing'er. She was truly beautiful inside and out, but quite timid, shy around strangers," Old Master Wu said doubtfully.

Feng Sheng thought to himself, "This old man is crazy. Empress Dowager Cixi was timid? Then there's no one brave in China."

"Emperor Xianfeng's favorite was a widow named Cao, from Shanxi. She was incredibly beautiful, with tiny feet, and loved to adorn her shoes with pearls. I, the admiral, saw her once, and my eyes almost popped out of my head..." Old Master Wu spoke of women with great enthusiasm and eloquence.

"Alright, stop spouting nonsense from a hundred years ago. I'm asking you, Old Master Wu, how did you know about what happened between Liu Jia and me in the Tengwang Pavilion Hotel room?" Feng Sheng guessed that the old man either spied on them or had special abilities.

"Well..." Old Master Wu thought to himself, "This is bad. Spying on a man and woman's intimate moments? Is this the kind of thing a high-ranking official of the court would do?" After thinking for a moment, he slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "No way! This admiral must go and meet that governor-general and see who's more capable!" With that, he pushed open the door and swaggered out.

Feng Sheng smiled and remained silent, thinking that he didn't need to argue with a madman.

Chapter 356

Old Master Wu pushed open the door and walked out into the courtyard, pacing back and forth. He pondered how to meet the Hong Kong Governor-General, his eyes peering through the hole in his hat. The leaden sky was gloomy, as if a storm was brewing.

Bodyguards hovered near the large iron gate at the courtyard entrance. Old Master Wu thought to himself, "I don't know how skilled the Governor-General is. I must test my skills secretly; I mustn't embarrass the Qing Dynasty's military officers in public."

He glanced around, circled to the back of the Lu residence, and seeing no one around, lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped over the courtyard wall, and landed in the bushes halfway up the hill. Where would the Governor-General be? Old Master Wu thought for a moment, then decided to head towards the top of the hill first. He lightly leaped, running swiftly across the bushes and treetops, reaching a small hilltop in no time.

Grandpa Wu looked down and gazed around. In the distance below, the Victoria Strait stretched out, and the Kowloon Peninsula across the water was shrouded in a light gray haze, with white seagulls dotting the surface.

Suddenly, the faint sounds of clashing swords and the occasional screams of pain echoed from the valley below… Grandpa Wu sprinted towards the valley, rounding a large rock. He glimpsed a clearing in the bushes where a group of people were engaged in a fierce battle, swords flashing and shouts ringing out. Several palace guards in yellow jackets were frantically wielding their swords to protect a man wearing a warm hat and a bright yellow dragon robe, while more than ten martial arts practitioners, armed with knives, spears, and halberds, were attacking from all sides. The situation seemed dire.

Upon closer inspection, the old man was greatly surprised. He counted five golden dragons embroidered on the back of the yellow robe of the person standing in the middle, with the hem flowing like waves. He understood that the five golden dragons represented the supreme ruler, and only one person in the world could wear this robe—the current emperor.

"Stop! Who dares to assassinate the current emperor? I, the admiral, am here! Why don't you lay down your weapons and surrender?" Old Master Wu roared, leaping up and landing gracefully in the middle of the scene... Everyone present was astonished, staring in bewilderment at the blind old man dressed in a blue Zhongshan suit, wearing a yellow military cap and white sneakers, all looking at each other in stunned silence.

The old man turned around, knelt on one knee before the man in the yellow robe, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please forgive my late arrival."

The man in the yellow robe was taken aback, then laughed, and winked at everyone, saying, "Rise. I can't remember you. Who are you?"

"I am Wu Jiabang, the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy," the old man replied in a flustered manner.

Finally, someone around couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cut! Where did this idiot come from? Get him out of here. We can't wrap up until we finish this scene." Standing behind the camera under a tree, the director, with long hair and wearing a light-colored suit, frowned and waved his hand.

The actor dressed in a dragon robe, playing the Qing Dynasty emperor, approached the director and whispered, "Director Hu, although this old man is blind and behaves strangely, his skills are agile and his acting is natural and unpretentious. We can try him out again. If possible, we can modify and add some plot points, give him a role, and perhaps it will have unexpected selling points."

Director Hu glanced at the lead actor before him. This was a rising star from Shaw Brothers Studio, whose box office appeal among Hong Kong citizens was considerable. Even as a director, he couldn't ignore the suggestion of such a star.

"Alright, let our martial arts director test his skills first before making a decision," Director Hu agreed.

This was a modern Qing Dynasty martial arts and supernatural drama. The emperor was played by Zheng Shaochun, currently Hong Kong's most popular young actor, an idol for women in Hong Kong and even Taiwan.

"Admiral Wu Jiabang," Zheng Shaochun said sternly.

"Your humble servant is here," Old Master Wu replied hastily.

"I order you to spar with the martial arts master among these unruly commoners. Are you willing?" Zheng Shaochun asked.

"This humble official is willing," Old Master Wu readily agreed.

A burly man in his forties or fifties, wearing a homespun cotton shirt, with a thick beard, stepped forward. He was the martial arts director for this play, making a cameo appearance as a chivalrous hero

. In reality, he possessed genuine martial arts skills, being a direct descendant of the Wudang Mountain Tai Chi lineage, known as Zhang Tai Chi. Old Master Wu's pupils were dull and grayish-white, but he bowed his head to the newcomer and said, "You audacious scoundrel, quickly state your name! This admiral does not kill nameless rats."

Zhang Tai Chi couldn't help but chuckle, glancing at Director Hu standing under the tree. Director Hu also laughed and gestured for him to play along with this strange man.

"May I ask why Your Excellency is not wearing official robes, but instead dressed as a 'cousin'?" Zhang Tai Chi asked with a smile.

"Uncle? How could I, the Admiral, be your uncle?" Old Master Wu was utterly bewildered.

"You so-called 'Naval Admiral,' are you some mainland smuggler who swam here by sea?" Zhang Taiji said with some anger, adding sarcastically.

"Enough nonsense. Considering you're a junior, I'll give you three moves first, how about that?" Old Master Wu said dismissively.

"Since Uncle is so presumptuous, I won't stand on ceremony." Zhang Taiji then extended both palms, one yin and one yang, raised one leg, and executed the "White Crane Spreads Wings" move, striking a steady pose, immediately drawing applause from the spectators.

Old Master Wu kept his head down, his eyes secretly observing through the holes in his hat.

Tai Chi emphasizes using stillness to control movement, softness to overcome hardness, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, borrowing force to generate power, often using "striking after the opponent but arriving first" to quickly subdue the enemy. However, the old man stood still, seemingly waiting for the opportune moment, leaving Zhang Taiji with no choice but to make the first move.

"Peng, Lü, Ji, An must be done carefully; upper and lower body move in unison, making it difficult for others to approach

. Let him strike with great force, I will use four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, leading him into emptiness and then striking out; follow, stick, and never lose contact." Zhang Taiji chanted the "Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi Striking Song" as he slowly closed in. Old Master Wu remained motionless.

With a "whoosh," Zhang Taiji feinted a "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane" move with both hands in front of the old man, then swiftly unleashed three "Single Whip" moves towards the old man's chest.

Old Master Wu had agreed to give him three moves, so he remained motionless.

The three swift "Single Whip" strikes, transforming palm into claws, instantly ripped off the front buttons of his Zhongshan suit, opening the garment to reveal long, green hair hidden beneath… Old Master Wu flew into a rage, his body swaying, and his blue Zhongshan suit flew into the air with a "whoosh." Everyone was utterly astonished; the old man's bare upper body was covered in green hair.

Zhang Taiji paused, thinking, "Hmm, this person's props are quite peculiar. Could he be a contract actor hired by the company?" While everyone was still in shock, the old man had already leaped more than ten feet into the air, his green fur flowing, and with a somersault in mid-air, he pounced headfirst, his hands, veins bulging, his imposing tiger claws aimed straight for the top of Zhang Taiji's head... Zhang Taiji was greatly alarmed, but fortunately, years of diligent practice had given him considerable agility. He quickly executed a series of movements in one fluid motion: chest in, back out, groin wrapped, buttocks protected, head lifted, groin lowered, shoulders relaxed, and

elbows lowered, using a "Turning Lotus Sway" move to overcome the immense downward force from above. A "ripping" sound rang out, and Zhang Taiji felt a chill run down his spine. Looking closely, he realized that apart from his briefs, his homespun outer garment, wool sweater, shirt, vest, and trousers had all been torn to shreds by those tiger claws, scattered across the ground like petals.

Everyone present was instantly dumbfounded, staring blankly at the old man.

Old Master Wu, wearing a yellow military cap, stood firmly on the ground with an extremely imposing air. A gentle breeze blew, and his green fur fluttered, giving him the majestic and awe-inspiring presence of Mount Tai.

"Fantastic..." Zheng Shaochun led the applause, saying, "Wu Jiabang

, listen to my decree." Old Master Wu was about to press his advantage and annihilate this scoundrel in one fell swoop when he suddenly heard the Emperor's decree. He hurriedly turned around and stood respectfully with his hands at his sides.

"I order you to participate in the filming of this movie. Now you can take off your fur vest and show it to me," Zheng Shaochun said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, this is not a fur vest. The green fur grows from within my body," Old Master Wu explained.

Zheng Shaochun took a few steps forward, touched the green fur on the old man's upper body, and tugged at it forcefully. He was surprised to find that the fur was indeed growing from within his body. "A hairy man from the mainland..." he muttered to himself.

Everyone crowded around, reaching out to pull and tug, all marveling at the sight.

Zheng Shaochun walked up to Director Hu and said, “Director Hu, did you see that? This Mr. Wu’s kung fu is simply unbelievable. He can jump several meters high with one leap. His martial arts are superb. We didn’t even need wires or trampolines during filming. I think we could add a green-haired old monster to the plot. As a strangely skilled zombie kept in the Qing Palace, I’m sure he’ll be an instant hit.”

“Hmm, I agree, but we need to talk to Mr. Run Run Shaw about it first. The script also needs major revisions. Let’s wrap up for today.” Director Hu said excitedly.

“Admiral Wu Jiabang.” Zheng Shaochun turned around and said.

“Your humble servant is here.” The old man replied.

“Your coat button is missing. Go to the props department and change into a new jacket. Come with me to the Wenhua Hotel for a drink.” Zheng Shaochun said with a smile and teasingly, then changed into casual clothes.

“Your humble servant obeys.” Old Master Wu replied, flattered.

Sitting in Zheng Shaochun's apricot-yellow sports car, the old man happily accompanied him down the mountain to dine at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel on Connaught Road in Central, Hong Kong Island.

At that moment, a banquet was being held in the Mandarin Oriental Hotel's Chinese restaurant. The Governor of Hong Kong, Sir MacLehose, was hosting a welcome dinner for the victorious Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers. Among those present were high-ranking Hong Kong government officials, Liang Weilin, the director of the Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong branch, and Lu Taiguan, Han Sheng, and Shen Caihua, among others.

Chapter 357:

The apricot-yellow sports car screeched to a halt at the entrance of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. Zheng Shaochun jumped out, and a doorman immediately greeted him. This big star of the Hong Kong entertainment industry was a regular at the hotel, and everyone recognized him.

Old Master Wu sat in the car, head down, looking around. The magnificent building overwhelmed him, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

"Wu Jiabang, get out of the car," Zheng Shaochun called out.

"Yes, sir." Old Master Wu leaped into the air and landed steadily in front of the entrance hall. His peculiar attire immediately attracted everyone's attention. He wore a yellow military cap and white sneakers, but his body was clad in a brightly colored, collarless, belted robe with slits on all four sides. Two square patches with the five facial features of a Qilin, a first-rank official, were adorned on the chest, and the robe was at least 80% new. The old man had searched for a long time in the prop cart before finally finding this court robe. He was overjoyed when he saw it, as it perfectly matched his status as a first-rank naval admiral, so he happily put it on.

Entering the front hall, the marble floor gleamed like a mirror. The guests were dressed smartly and bustling about. Several blonde and red-haired beauties, their breasts partially exposed, brushed past him with amazed looks, swaying their large buttocks as they walked away. Their fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and the old man couldn't help but sneeze several times. What huge "smiling faces"... he thought to himself.

A red banner hung above the entrance of the Chinese restaurant, reading: "Warmly welcome the heroes of the War of Resistance back to the embrace of the motherland," signed by Xinhua News Agency Hong Kong Branch.

From afar, Old Master Wu could see Lu Taiguan and the five savage-looking men seated at a large round table in the center of the restaurant. Han Sheng, holding an infant, was also present. On the other side sat several men and women, mostly impeccably dressed in suits. Among them was a young British officer in red kilts and a longsword at his waist, next to whom a burly, blond, high-nosed old foreigner was raising a toast.

Zheng Shaochun recognized the old man as Sir Murray MacLehose, the Governor of Hong Kong, and the officer beside him as Major Dennis, the commander of the British forces stationed in Hong Kong, along with other high-ranking Hong Kong government officials such as the Colonial Secretary, the Secretary for Justice, and the Commissioner of Police.

He also recognized Liang Weilin, the head of the Xinhua News Agency Hong Kong Branch, whose seat was next to Sir Murray MacLehose and Justice of the Peace Lu Taiguan.

Grandpa Wu's strange attire caused quite a stir in the Chinese restaurant as soon as he entered, his soft laughter echoing discreetly.

Lu Taiguan spotted the old man and was immediately startled. "Oh no, why did this old ancestor sneak out?" he thought. He quickly stood up and hurried towards him.

"Grandpa, what brings you out here? And in that flamboyant outfit," Lu Taiguan said, frowning.

"Taiguan, why don't you kneel before the Emperor?" Grandpa Wu retorted angrily.

Lu Taiguan was taken aback. He recognized the famous actor Zheng Shaochun, known in Hong Kong for his portrayals of Qing Dynasty emperors. A thought flashed through his mind; the old man must have mistaken Zheng Shaochun for one of the Qing emperors.

"Mr. Lu, you know him?" Zheng Shaochun asked, somewhat surprised.

"Taiguan is my great-grandson," Grandpa Wu quickly replied.

"This…" Zheng Shaochun was even more confused.

"Grandpa is my ancestor," Lu Taiguan admitted helplessly.

Governor Sir MacLehose, holding a wine glass, approached with a smile. Zheng Shaochun's Qing Dynasty supernatural dramas were his favorite films, from which he could learn much little-known Chinese folk culture.

"Mr. Zheng, which film is this gentleman in? Is he a Qing Dynasty zombie?" Sir MacLehose, who spoke some Cantonese, observed the old man's greyish-white pupils with interest.

"Oh, yes, this Mr. Wu is the green-haired monster in Shaw Brothers' new Qing Dynasty zombie drama, a major box office hit this summer," Zheng Shaochun then introduced with a smile. "Admiral Wu, this is Governor Sir MacLehose of Hong Kong."

"Governor of Hong Kong!" the old man muttered in surprise, quickly lowering his head to peek through the two holes in his yellow military cap. He noticed the man had an aquiline nose, deep-set eyes, and a ruddy complexion; he seemed to be a martial arts master.

"Haha, so it's a green-haired zombie! This glass of mine contains rumhullion, a famous spirit from the West Indies. It's said that zombies will reveal their true forms after drinking it." Sir MacLehose gestured for the old man to stop being so polite, half-jokingly.

*Hmph, trying to test me? He can't lose face in front of the Qing Emperor and the Wu family's descendants…* In the blink of an eye, Old Master Wu grinned, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth. With a slurp, he sucked the entire contents of the Governor's glass into his mouth, swallowing it with a "gulp." Sir MacLehose was stunned, staring blankly at the empty glass in his hand.

"Impressive skill!" Zheng Shaochun exclaimed in surprise.

"Old Master, stop fooling around, let's go home." Lu Taiguan, worried that the old man would cause trouble, hurriedly waved for his bodyguards to come over.

Sir MacLehose, regaining his composure, was both astonished and impressed. Turning to the people around the round table, he exclaimed, "The extraordinary skills of the Chinese people are like magic! They're truly eye-opening! To be able to suck alcohol from mid-air—it's amazing!"

Han Sheng, who was seated at the governor's table as the personal physician to Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and four other expeditionary soldiers, smiled slightly upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "This 'Drought Demon' old man's skills are far more than this.

" "Sir," Major Dennis scoffed, "you've been misled. A human mouth could never have such powerful suction; it violates the principles of physics." His Mandarin was somewhat broken.

When Old Master Wu saw the red-haired foreigner with a sword belittling him, he was immediately enraged. He turned around, opened his mouth wide, and with a "whoosh," he managed to suck the wine in Major Dennis's glass from more than ten feet away into his mouth in a thin stream. To everyone's astonishment, the old man made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and with a "squeak," he spat out a stream of water, regurgitating the wine back into Major Dennis's glass. It was clear that the wine in the glass was now cloudy, with a layer of yellow tartar floating on the surface... Major Dennis was furious. He stood up abruptly, his face flushed red, and his right hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword.

Major Dennis, a two-time reigning British Army épée champion, was known throughout the British Isles as "Scotland's First Swordsman." His épée was 90 centimeters long, weighed 770 grams, and was forged from high-quality steel. His speed and frequency were extremely fast; he could thrust 140 times in a minute, averaging nearly 2.4 thrusts per second—unstoppable.

Old Master Wu, head bowed, nonchalantly scoffed, "Listen up, Red-haired General! I am the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy of the Great Qing Dynasty, a first-rank official. How could I possibly deceive the Emperor? Looking at your sword at your waist, with your long arms and big feet, do you dare to challenge this Admiral?"

Sir MacLehose, finding this amusing, clapped his hands and laughed, "Good! Major Dennis, Hong Kong Island versus Chinese zombies!"

The high-ranking Hong Kong officials present knew that the 25th Governor of Hong Kong was obsessed with Chinese supernatural culture, so they all sat upright, watching the spectacle without offering any dissuasion.

With a "whoosh," Dennis drew his sword, its grip trembling slightly. The steel felt supple, its cold gleam blinding.

Seeing this, Lu Taiguan panicked, grabbing the old man's sleeve urgently, "Grandfather, please calm down! You mustn't hurt him..."

"Mr. Lu, rest assured, I won't harm him. No matter what weapon he uses, he'll be shot down instantly. In Asia, Dennis is invincible," Major Dennis said arrogantly.

"No, I'm afraid he'll hurt you," Lu Taiguan quickly explained. "

Hahaha, what a joke! A blind old Chinese man can hurt me?" Major Dennis shrugged, dismissively.

"Your Majesty, please grant this admiral permission to fight him, drive out the red-haired devils, and uphold the prestige of our Great Qing," Old Master Wu bowed and pleaded.

"Is this some kind of script?" Sir MacLehose asked Zheng Shaochun with a smile.

“Hmm,” Zheng Shaochun also got into character, and said loudly, “Admiral Wu, I grant your permission. Go and put down the arrogance of these foreigners and let them witness the might of the Qing Dynasty’s martial arts.”

“Yes, sir.” The old man received the order and turned to face Major Dennis.

“What weapons do zombies usually use?” Sir MacLehose asked with a grin.

Old Master Wu lowered his head, glanced at the round table, stepped forward, broke off the two large front claws of the steamed flower crab, and, imitating Zhang Tai Chi, stretched out his arms, lifted one leg, and struck a pose… “Click…” A media reporter waiting nearby pressed the shutter button and captured this amusing scene.

The blind old Chinese man, wearing a yellow military cap, Qing Dynasty court robes, and white sneakers, struck a pose with such elegance that it drew enthusiastic applause and laughter.

Major Dennis, enraged and humiliated, saw this as an extreme insult to the British Royal Army and couldn't help but curse, "pig!" His sword flashed like lightning, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

With a soft "crack," the front claw of a flower crab in Old Master Wu's hand firmly gripped the steel sword tip.

Major Dennis tried to pull his heavy sword back, but it wouldn't budge. Meanwhile, Old Master Wu's one-legged stance remained unchanged; he opened his other hand, holding the large claw of a flower crab, and with a "crack," it bit into the sword, cleanly severing the steel blade… Flashbulbs blared, and Hong Kong government officials, their eyes wide with astonishment, revealed knowing smiles. Only Major Dennis stood there, dumbfounded.

Sir MacLehose led the applause, praising, "Chinese zombie, impressive! Please, gentlemen, take your seats beside me."

Old Master Wu tossed his large crab claw and half a sword to the ground, bowing to Zheng Shaochun, "This humble official has fulfilled his mission, teaching those red-haired foreigners a lesson."

"No need for formalities, Admiral Wu is indeed skilled. Come, join me at the table," Zheng Shaochun teased the old man.

Major Dennis, his face flushed, lowered his head and returned to his seat, drinking alone in silence. As

soon as Old Master Wu sat down, the atmosphere at the table immediately livened up. Everyone toasted the so-called "zombie," and the police chief secretly asked Zheng Shaochun where he had gotten such a character.

The old man had never drunk foreign liquor before, and found it quite delicious, so he frequently raised his glass. On a whim, he loosened his left lapel, opening his court robe to reveal his sexy green hair. This greatly surprised Ms. Regina Ip, the Secretary for Health of the Hong Kong government, who was sitting opposite her. She couldn't help but exclaim, "What a beautiful green vest!" She then got up and walked to the old man's side.

"Is it camel hair?" Ms. Ip, who loved fashion, gently stroked the fluffy green vest, admiring it.

A reporter had already pressed the shutter, capturing this heartwarming scene.

Mr. Lu hurriedly stopped him, saying, "I'm sorry, the old man has had a bit too much to drink. It's really indecent to expose his chest in public." He quickly helped the old man fasten the left-fastening belt of his court robe.

Liang Weilin, director of the Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong branch, frowned, stood up, and said, "Sir MacLehose, we are here today to welcome back the five patriots who bravely fought against the Japanese for thirty-four years in the jungles of Burma. There is a story from the Han Dynasty about Su Wu herding sheep. Su Wu, a general, was sent as an envoy to the Xiongnu and exiled to the North Sea (present-day Lake Baikal) for nineteen years. He drank snow when thirsty and ate felt when hungry, his hair and beard turning white, yet his national integrity endured. Mr. Dai Bingguo and the other four patriots embodied this indomitable revolutionary spirit of the Chinese nation, and they deserve the respect of all the Chinese people."

When Su Wu went on his mission, he was forty years old, in the prime of his life. When he returned to Chang'an, he was an elderly man over sixty. The entire city was deserted as people lined the streets, seeing him still holding the bare banner he had used on his mission. Everyone was moved to tears by his noble national integrity. Su Wu's story has inspired countless patriotic Chinese men throughout history… Dai Bingguo and four other anti-Japanese patriots were young men in their twenties when they went to fight in Burma, but today they are all over fifty. They persevered in the struggle in the jungle for thirty-four years. They dedicated their most precious lives to the Chinese people's anti-Japanese struggle. Their national integrity is comparable to Su Wu's! Welcome back, back to the embrace of your motherland and people, back to the hometown that nurtured you. "

Lu Taiguan was the first to applaud, and people looked at Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the others with utmost respect, their eyes filled with tears.

Zheng Shaochun slowly tapped his wine cup with chopsticks, humming softly, his voice filled with a desolate sorrow: "Su Wu remained loyal to the Xiongnu, enduring nineteen years of poverty in snow and ice, drinking snow when thirsty, eating felt when hungry, herding sheep by the North Sea, his heart set on the Han dynasty, his banner fell but he did not return, enduring hardships upon hardships, his heart as firm as iron and stone, often hearing the bugle call from the frontier, his heart aching.

In the blink of an eye, the north wind blows, flocks of geese fly over the Han Pass, the white-haired mother longs for her son's return, the beautiful woman guards the empty bedchamber, they dream of each other at midnight, but who dreams of whom in these two places?"

"Though Ninghai's rocks crumble and decay, our integrity will never waver. We wish to make the Xiongnu tremble with fear, forever submitting to the might of Han..."

Five disheveled, shoulder-length-bearded soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, their hearts filled with sorrow, began to sob softly...

Chapter 358

Night fell, and the Tsim Sha Tsui area of Kowloon was ablaze with lights. Men and women in colorful clothes thronged the streets, and nightlife began.

On the second floor of a Cantonese restaurant, two men sat by the window, drinking. In front of them were several plates of seafood and a copy of the *Sing Tao Evening Post*. The newspaper's headline, accompanied by a half-page photo, featured the press conference held that day at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Hong Kong.

"This old man is a zombie," said the man, dressed in a blue cardigan and black cloth shoes, who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, pointing definitively to the image of Old Master Wu holding a crab claw and standing on one leg in the newspaper photo.

"Oh, Master Mao, how can you be so sure?" "Zhang Taiji, sitting opposite, took a sip of liquor and asked with interest.

"I've been exorcising ghosts in Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand for decades, so I have discerning eyes. I can't possibly be wrong," Master Mao replied confidently.

Zhang Taiji opened the evening paper and pointed to a picture of Old Master Wu with his court robes open and green hair showing on his chest, asking, "It's said that zombies are all white-haired, but why is this old guy's hair green? I suspect that hair might be dyed."

"Taiji, you don't know this. There are actually eight types of zombies: purple zombies, white zombies, green zombies, hairy zombies, flying zombies, wandering corpses, lying corpses, and uncorrupted bones. You're talking about the zombies in the movies, covered in white hair, with eyes as red as cinnabar, fingers like hooks, teeth protruding from their lips like sharp blades, able to kiss and exhale bloody breath, and unable to bend their knees when they walk. Those are just zombies that haven't fully developed yet," Master Mao said sarcastically.

"Do zombies also need to develop?" "Zhang Taiji asked in surprise.

"Of course, after a person dies, if the spirit of the buried corpse still clings to the body, it will not decompose for the time being, and the body hair and nails will continue to grow, thus developing into a zombie. It will be covered in hair, able to walk and jump, and possess immense strength. Most will drink blood and eat human flesh, but some are vegetarian. They generally have stiff joints and are not very agile; this is the initial stage of a zombie. Next, the zombie's fur gradually turns white, that's called a 'white-haired zombie,' and its movements become more agile, able to climb high and crawl low, its power significantly increased. White-haired zombies fear ultraviolet rays; the way to deal with them is to expose them to the sun, and they will die immediately. If in an excellent corpse-raising ground, a zombie, after many years, will become sentient, forming a flying zombie, also known as a 'drought demon.'" The flying zombie drought demon is no longer afraid of sunlight and ultraviolet rays, just like a human. However, lightning, thunder, fire, and bullets are still enough to deal with and eliminate it. The old man in the newspaper picture is one of them. Although his power far exceeds that of ordinary zombies, he is still no match for the 'Undying Bone'. Master Mao explained.

"Oh, what kind of powerful character is he?" Zhang Taiji asked curiously.

"The Maoshan Taoists have the Taiyin Refining Form Method. After a corpse is buried for hundreds of years, it will be resurrected after the period is up. This is called 'Undying Bone,' which is extremely powerful." Master Mao said hesitantly.

"How powerful is he?" Zhang Taiji asked with great interest.

Master Mao shook his head and drank his wine in silence, seemingly unwilling to continue.

Zhang Taiji raised his wine cup and said, "Master Mao, today Taiji wants to ask you to take action and eliminate this flying zombie drought demon. Not only did he humiliate me in public, but he may also ruin Taiji's livelihood."

“That goes without saying. It’s only right for me, Mao Yishi, to rid the people of evil, especially since flying zombies are a once-in-a-century occurrence; we absolutely cannot let them go.” Master Mao said cheerfully, downing his cup of wine. “

I’ve already found out that this zombie named Wu Jiabang is actually a friend of Lu Taiguan, a Justice of the Peace in Hong Kong. He’s staying at the Lu family mansion in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island tonight, at 900 Peak Road.” Zhang Taiji said resentfully.

“I know. Tonight is the fifteenth of the lunar calendar. At midnight, that zombie will come out under the moon. Go to the Lu residence early and keep watch. I will exorcise the demon and bring blessings to the people of Hong Kong.” Mao Yishi instructed.

“Should we prepare some peach wood swords, black dog blood, or other talismans to ward off evil?” Zhang Taiji reminded him.

“Those things won’t be enough to deal with flying zombies. I have my own methods.” Mao Yishi said dismissively.

“In that case, I’ll go first.” Zhang Taiji rose to take his leave, paid the bill at the front desk, and hurried away.

Mao Yishi stared at the wine glass in his hand, muttering, "A thousand years of history, so much sorrow, this body will never perish, a hundred years will not dispel my worries..." He then

downed the wine in one gulp, letting out a long sigh. "Miss, take it all." Mao Yishi called to a waitress, instructing her to pack the unfinished food into a lunchbox, then carried it down from the restaurant.

Standing on the street, watching the endless stream of cars and people in Tsim Sha Tsui, the unbearable loneliness and desolation deep within Mao Yishi's heart quietly resurfaced. "

The world is bustling with people coming and going for profit, friends and family are lost for money, even fathers and sons are broken for profit..." Why can't people see through this? Carrying the leftovers, Mao Yishi strolled through the crowd, lost in thought. On the sidewalk,

an old beggar tremblingly stretched out a dirty hand to passersby. Many well-dressed men and women walked around him, their eyes filled with disappointment.

Mao Yishi gently placed the packaged food in front of the old man and then silently walked away.

The dark clouds in the night sky slowly dispersed, and the cool moonlight shone down, shrouding Hong Kong Island in a hazy mist. On the hilltop, Mao Yishi stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for midnight to arrive. He would rid the people of this flying zombie and drought demon.

Moonlight enveloped him, yet he cast no shadow… He was an “uncorrupted bone” from the Yongzheng era of the Qing Dynasty.

At midnight, the window on the second floor of the Lu residence at 900 Peak Road creaked open, revealing an old man wearing a yellow military cap—the flying zombie, Old Master Wu.

The full moon hung like a silver plate in the night sky, its cool light bathing the hillsides of Hong Kong Island. A light mist rose from Victoria Harbour, creating a hazy, dreamlike night.

The old man, having drunk too much foreign liquor, was carried to a car by the Lu family's bodyguards and taken home to sleep, not waking until midnight. Still dressed in his first-rank court robes, he quietly opened the window, removed his yellow military cap, and gazed at the bright moon with his large eyes atop his bald head, seeking a quiet place to absorb the moon's yin energy. This was the first full moon night since emerging from his “hidden cave”; every full moon thereafter, he would need the moon's nourishment.

The courtyard was quiet; everyone inside was fast asleep, with only the faint sound of snoring audible.

A tall macadamia tree grew on the sidewalk outside the Lu residence. Zhang Taiji, perched on a branch, saw the flying zombie, Old Master Wu, standing by the window in the moonlight.

With a "whoosh," Zhang Taiji flicked his finger, sending a bright green macadamia nut flying towards the old man.

Old Master Wu, startled by the sudden sound, grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and gently bit into the macadamia nut. With a "crunch," he cracked it open, tasting the flesh—surprisingly, it was crisp and fragrant.

Zhang Taiji flicked his finger again, sending two more macadamia nuts flying, then leaped down from the tree and ran towards the mountaintop. The old man, enraged, leaped out of the window and chased after him.

In the next room, on a large bed, lay Han Sheng and Shen Caihua, the ghost infant still tightly clutching the sleeping suction tube.

The slight noise instantly startled Han Sheng awake. His tiny eyes caught a glimpse of a figure flashing outside the window. He rushed to the window and saw Grandpa Wu chasing another person up the mountainside.

Something was wrong! Han Sheng pushed open the window, determined to follow and see what was happening. But turning back to look at the sleeping Xiao Caihua, he couldn't help but worry. After so many close calls, the baby couldn't be lost again. Thinking this, he returned to the bedside, grabbed Shen Caihua and the suction cup, and activated his "Hysteria Divine Skill," relaxing his entire body. He slowly floated out the window.

Zhang Taiji, bent over, ran like a horse towards the mountaintop, his speed astonishing. Grandpa Wu followed behind, secretly marveling at his skill. What kind of lightness skill was that? Even with Zhang Taiji's excellent lightness skill, how could he be faster than a drought demon? The old man followed closely behind, watching to see what this little rascal was up to.

The Thirteen Original Forms of Tai Chi, also known as the "Thirteen Elixir Methods," were passed down by Gan Fengchi, a disciple of Tai Chi Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng and a representative figure of the Wudang Golden Toad School. They imitate the unique abilities and physical movements of thirteen animals: lion, snake, sparrow, ape, tiger, crane, bear, toad, dragon, phoenix, rooster, cat, and horse, hence also called the "Thirteen Bionic Forms." Zhang Tai Chi's current running posture is precisely the horse form.

"Master Mao, the flying zombie is here..." Zhang Tai Chi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Under the moonlight, a man stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a cold, mocking laugh: "I never thought I'd see a flying zombie, so rare in the Central Plains, in Hong Kong."

Old Master Wu froze on the spot. He felt a chill slowly rising from the soles of his feet. This man had actually recognized him with a single sentence, and his words were full of disdain, his voice clear and melodious like a toad's croak. Who was this person?

"Flying Zombie, I heard your name is Wu Jiabang, and you're the Yangtze River Naval Commander, a first-rank official?" Mao Yishi waved the *Sing Tao Evening Post* in his hand, mockingly.

"That's me, Commander Wu. And who are you?" the old man asked loudly, but his confidence was clearly lacking.

"Hmph, Commander Wu, haven't you heard of the 'Great Hero of Jiangnan' in the Jianghu during the Yongzheng era?" Mao Yishi looked up at the bright moon and snorted.

"Ah! You're Gan Fengchi…wait, no, Gan Fengchi was captured and killed by the Governor-General of Zhejiang in the seventh year of Yongzheng's reign…" the old man said with a look of astonishment. "

That was my mentor. Back then, my master, along with Lü Siniang and Bai Taiguan, assassinated the tyrant Yongzheng. I, Mao Yishi, am his direct disciple." Mao Yishi said, raising his head, his voice like a crane's cry, lingering in the air.

"That was two hundred and fifty or sixty years ago," Old Master Wu pondered, then suddenly realized, "Oh, so you're a flying zombie too."

"Bah! How could I be a pest like you? Since the year of Jiawu in the Guangxu reign, I've roamed the martial world, ridding the people of this menace. More than a dozen flying zombies like you have perished at my hands. I thought I'd completely eradicated the flying zombies and drought demons by the early Republic of China, but I never expected to encounter another one here today. Admiral Wu, you've fallen into my hands. You're unlucky; you can't escape. You might as well just kill yourself." Mao Yishi's words were already dripping with murderous intent.

"What's your relationship with this man?" Old Master Wu asked, pointing to Zhang Taiji beside him.

"He's a disciple of the Wudang Taiji School, so consider him my junior, though he didn't know this relationship before," Mao Yishi explained arrogantly.

"Can you kill this admiral?" Old Master Wu asked doubtfully.

"Of course, I'll kill you first, then burn you in flames, the sound of blood gushing and bones rumbling, eliminating any future trouble," Mao Yishi sneered.

"This admiral has fought countless battles, slain countless enemies, how could I be afraid of you? Come on, bring it on, this old man will fight you to the death!" The old man lowered his head, glaring angrily, and shouted loudly.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo..." Mao Yishi's lips pursed, producing a rooster-like crowing sound, high at first, then low, gradually fading into inaudibility, transforming into infrasound. The extremely low frequency waves pierced the old man's eardrums like needles, causing his eyes to tremble and his head to throb.

Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty once said in "Zi Bu Yu" that "ghosts shrink back at the sound of a rooster crowing," revealing the saying that ghosts fear rooster crowing. Mao Yishi's "rooster crowing soul-capturing skill" was truly remarkable. The infrasound waves grew stronger and stronger, and the old man's eardrums throbbed violently, resonating, and were about to burst.

Without delay, Old Master Wu roared, flung his court robes aside, and bare-chested, his green fur bristling. He extended two tiger claws and leaped into the air, grabbing at Mao Yishi with all his might… Mao Yishi was startled. This green-furred flying zombie was different from the ordinary civilian zombies he had easily annihilated in the past. It possessed the powerful aura of a seasoned warrior. It seemed the "Rooster Crow Soul-Capturing Skill" was insufficient to subdue it; a ruthless attack was necessary.

Seeing the flying zombie's claws close, Mao Yishi swayed, his hands curling into cat claws. He meowed loudly, arched his back, and his two cat claws, one yin and one yang, scratched at the flying zombie's tiger claws. With two sharp "sizzle" sounds, the attack struck first, tearing the back of the flying zombie's hand.

Old Master Wu was enraged, his green fur trembling and rustling.

Mao Yishi suddenly lay down on the ground, his body supple and boneless, moving with incredible agility to the old man's back in the blink of an eye. This was the Tai Chi Snake Technique. Without even looking, he flicked his wrist and launched seven jujube pits at the flying zombie's back with lightning speed... These seven jujube pits were Mao Yishi's signature hidden weapon, passed down to him by his mentor Gan Fengchi. They had killed several flying zombies. The *Zi Bu Yu* records, "Seven jujube pits, driven into the acupoints on the back of a corpse, render it useless." Hitting a zombie's acupoints would surely subdue this old thing.

The old man's back was inches away; there was no time to dodge. He broke out in a cold sweat, the green fur on his back instantly stiffening. He had no choice but to endure the deadly weapon.

The old man felt a slight twitch at the tip of the green fur on his back, so he closed his eyes... Huh? Why didn't he feel anything? He slowly turned around.

Mao Yishi fired seven deadly nails with a backhand, already confident that no one in the world could dodge such a lightning-fast strike at close range. He slowly stood up, but heard no scream of the flying zombie falling to the ground.

The two turned and stood facing each other, looking at each other in astonishment.

Two zhang away, under the moonlight, Han Sheng stood with his hands hanging down, holding seven jujube pits in his palm. Beside him stood the naked ghost infant Shen Caihua, his chubby little hands resting on a suction tube, his dark eyes staring at him seriously… Mao Yishi was secretly shocked. Could this drought demon zombie have accomplices?

“Who are you?” Mao Yishi demanded.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Admiral Wu is an honest man and has never done anything wrong. Why does Mr. Mao Yishi insist on killing him?"

Mao Yishi sneered, "I think you are a human being. Why are you speaking up for a zombie?"

Han Sheng pondered for a moment and then, mimicking Liu Jinmo's江湖 (jianghu) style, said, "There are bad people in this world, and there are good corpses. If we don't distinguish between them and just kill them indiscriminately, wouldn't that go against the code of the jianghu?"

"Hmph, you brat, you've got quite the nerve. That fat kid beside you exudes a ghostly aura; he's definitely no good either. He'll surely bring disaster to the region when he grows up. I'll get rid of him today too." Mao Yishi sneered, looking up at the sky. He then carefully removed his clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on the ground. He then stood naked in the moonlight...

Chapter 359

Mao Yishi's naked body was thin and bony, faintly glowing with a bluish light. Below his navel was a round dot the size of a copper coin, half black and half snow-white. This was the "Tai Chi Point," said to have been possessed by Tai Chi masters Zhang Sanfeng and Gan Fengchi, a great hero from Jiangnan during the Yongzheng era. It only appeared when one's Tai Chi skill had reached its pinnacle.

Mao Yishi slowly raised his arms into a moon-embracing posture, thrusting out his abdomen and aligning the Tai Chi Point with the bright moon. Han Sheng curiously noticed that this man had no hair under his arms or in his groin, a condition known in folk tradition as the "White Tiger," considered very unlucky.

Old Master Wu lowered his head, his large eyes staring at Mao Yishi with a strange look, wondering what he was up to.

The cool moonlight shone on the coin-sized Taiji point, producing a hissing mist of black and white. At the same time, Mao Yishi's skin became transparent, finally revealing his bones, including his ribs, which were clearly visible.

"Undying Bone?" Han Sheng exclaimed in astonishment. Liu Bowen had recorded in the *Corpse Clothing Classic* that among various corpse transformations, the one with the strongest resentment was the Yin Corpse, but the most powerful was the "Undying Bone," possessing an immortal and incorruptible body. Its flesh was transparent, revealing its bones. It was not formed naturally, but was the result of a hundred years of Taoist Taiyin Refining Techniques, a practice that was both righteous and evil. Its skin, saliva, and breath were all forbidden to touch; contact would cause it to rot and turn into white bones. No matter how high one's martial arts skills, it was useless. This thing was truly powerful; perhaps only the sacred object of exorcism, the Human Hair, could subdue it.

"Oh, so this little brat knows about 'Undying Bones'? Who are you anyway?" Mao Yishi's voice was like the croaking of a toad, clear and melodious, with a lingering echo.

"Zhu Hansheng from Nanshan, Wuyuan, Jiangxi, a barefoot doctor from the countryside," Hansheng answered truthfully.

"Oh, a country doctor, huh? I see you speak with some refinement and politeness, and your martial arts are quite good, even managing to take down the Seven Deadly Nails. Therefore, I can't bear to kill you. I advise you to stay far away and avoid losing your life. As for this green-haired old zombie and this ghost doll, we'll wipe them out today, ridding the people of this scourge," Mao Yishi chuckled.

"Bah! You hairless white tiger monster, this admiral will capture you today for the sake of the Qing Dynasty and hand you over to the Emperor for punishment," Old Master Wu said indignantly.

"Ah, you old scoundrel, how dare you call me the White Tiger! How could I let you off today? Bah..." Mao Yishi spat angrily, which landed on the old man's first-rank official robes on the ground, hissing and burning a large hole in them.

Seeing his beloved court robes ruined, Old Master Wu roared in anger, his green fur trembling. With a "whoosh," he leaped more than ten feet into the air and viciously pounced on Mao Yishi.

"No!" Han Sheng cried out urgently, his fly-eye ability suddenly activated, and he rushed forward to grab the old man's feet and pull him back. Even so, it was too late. Mao Yishi coldly smiled and exhaled a puff of white gas at the flying zombie, spraying it onto the old man's chest... "Hiss," the white smoke drifted by, and Han Sheng smelled a burnt odor. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the green hair on the chest and abdomen of the Qing Dynasty naval admiral had been burned off, revealing the slightly reddened white flesh underneath.

Old Master Wu felt a heat followed by a coolness on his chest. He touched his chest, gasped, and was speechless with shock.

"Hmph, you green-haired old zombie, you think you can fight 'Undying Bone' Mao Yishi? Today your death is nigh!" Mao Yishi cackled, suddenly lowering his body, limbs on the ground, back arching, his thin, pointed buttocks swaying like a cat in heat, emitting cries like a baby's, incredibly shrill, his abdomen rising and falling as if brewing something... Han Sheng cautiously widened his fly-like eyes and saw liquid undulating near Mao Yishi's transparent body, reflecting moonlight; he knew that was his bladder. Suddenly,

Mao Yishi half-raised one leg, revealing a semi-transparent penis, which he aimed at Shen Caihua, who stood two zhang away... Oh no! Han Sheng immediately became alert.

"Squeak..." A bright jet of water sprayed towards Shen Caihua, while a series of "meow" sounds like a female cat in heat emanated from Mao Yishi's mouth.

It turned out that Mao Yishi had seen Han Sheng standing beside the flying zombie, Old Master Wu, and that the ghost doll was now alone. So, he used a feint, suddenly attacking Shen Caihua with the Cat Style of the Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi, swiftly squeezing out the urine from his stomach, intending to turn the ghost doll into a pile of bones.

Han Sheng was in a panic. The liquid was even more potent than sulfuric acid; how could he possibly withstand it? But he had to save Shen Caihua no matter what, otherwise, how could his fair skin withstand it… Han Sheng didn't have time to think and rushed forward, trying to snatch him away before the urine splashed onto Caihua's body.

Just at this critical moment, the suction tube suddenly opened up, covering him before the urine splashed onto little Caihua… “Hiss hiss…” A plume of thick white smoke billowed from the back of the suction tube, accompanied by the foul smell of burning flesh.

Han Sheng was now standing beside the sucker. Looking closely, he saw that the grassy green fur on the sucker's back had turned to ash, its flesh was festering, and riddled with holes of varying sizes, from which wisps of heat were still evaporating. The sucker was trembling uncontrollably from the pain, its two round eyes staring at Shen Caihua with intense agony. The

ghost infant Shen Caihua was instantly enraged…

Chapter 360:

The sucker was Xiao Caihua's most cherished pet, now severely injured and looking at its little master with tearful pity. How could the ghost infant not be filled with rage? Instantly, the wildness dormant within him was unleashed, and in his fury, the Zhu You Divine Skill suddenly appeared in his mind. He subconsciously began to chant a spell… He didn't know that the spell that suddenly flooded his mind was the tenth move of the Zhu You Divine Skill—"No poison, no hero."

"Mao Yishi, how could you be so cruel to an infant! It seems 'Undying Bone' isn't a benevolent being after all..." Han Sheng was filled with righteous indignation. He immediately tore off his coat, revealing the shroud in his hand. "Something like you will only bring harm to the people if you remain in this world."

Shen Caihua, without saying a word, his eyes blazed like fire, his small mouth stretched wide, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth. He leaped into the air, heading straight for Mao Yishi... "Absolutely not!" Han Sheng shouted, knowing that the body of 'Undying Bone' was not to be touched. So, with a flash of lightning, he rushed forward.

"Beep beep pop pop..." Instantly, patches of white light flickered, appearing eerily strange under the hazy moonlight. Mao Yishi suddenly felt a chill all over his body, his pores tightened, his Tai Chi energy receded, and the surface of his skin instantly became keratinized, turning into a chaotic mess.

No sooner said than done, Xiao Caihua's angry teeth were already biting down. He was still just a baby, and in his mind, since this person's penis had harmed the suction tube, it had to be eliminated first. So he bit straight at it.

Mao Yishi was shocked. The sudden burst of white static electricity had actually sealed off all the pores on his body and damaged his skin—this was truly unbelievable. Seeing the eerie infant lunge at his genitals, his previously erect penis recoiled in terror. However, his nervous system remained completely unaffected. A sharp "crack" was heard, followed by a sudden, intense pain in his groin. Upon closer inspection, he saw that most of his penis, including the foreskin, had been bitten off… The tenth move of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "No Poison, No Hero," specifically targets the most sensitive spot on an opponent, paralyzing the nervous system in that area for a decisive strike. In short, it targets a man's genitals, and a woman's… Shen Caihua spat out the piece of rotten flesh and turned to lunge at Mao Yishi's neck.

In desperation, Mao Yishi lay down, his body contorted like a snake, writhing in pain as he rapidly moved away from the circle.

Han Sheng quickly grabbed Xiao Caihua. If there was any urine left inside that 'unyielding' penis, it would probably corrode Caihua's mouth.

Under the moonlight, Han Sheng anxiously examined Xiao Caihua's mouth and teeth and found that his little lips had begun to swell... At this moment, Old Master Wu, the Flying Zombie, came over, grabbing Zhang Taiji by the shoulder blade. It turned out that Zhang Taiji had discovered that Mao Yishi was injured and defeated, and felt that something was wrong. So he quietly ran down the mountain on all fours, using his horsemanship. He had only run about ten zhang when he was caught by the old man.

"You audacious scoundrel, you mountain bandits, how dare you escape right under my nose? Speak, what conspiracy do you have with this 'Undying Bone'? Back then, his master Gan Fengchi conspired with Lü Siniang to assassinate the Yongzheng Emperor. This morning, you led a group of rioters to besiege the current emperor, attempting to rebel. If I hadn't arrived in time to save the emperor, wouldn't you have succeeded? Furthermore, tonight you lured me here, intending to join forces with 'Undying Bone' Mao Yishi to assassinate a high-ranking official. This is a capital offense. Now quickly confess your conspiracy!" Old Master Wu said angrily.

This impassioned speech left Zhang Taiji utterly bewildered. He blinked and stammered, "What 'besieging the Emperor'? Which one is the Emperor? It's just a play..."

"You audacious madman, still daring to argue? The one in the bright yellow dragon robe is the current Emperor. Although he's a bit thin, this admiral recognized him at a glance." The old man tightened his grip, causing Zhang Taiji to cry out in pain.

At this moment, "Unmelting Bones" Mao Yishi had already traveled several feet away. Today, he had encountered a reclusive master. Not only was his entire skin keratinized, but even his manhood had been bitten off by that ghost doll. He was truly utterly defeated. Well, 'the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee'.

"Halt!" A soft shout rang out. Under the moonlight, the doctor from Jiangxi, carrying the luminous silk vest, suddenly stood in front of him, blocking his path.

"Young doctor, are you determined not to let this old man go?" Mao Yishi slowly stood up from the ground and asked.

Han Sheng nodded and said calmly, "'Undying Bones' are extremely rare, the result of hundreds of years of Yin refinement. They are both righteous and evil, but I see that you are ruthless and vicious, extremely wicked and cunning. If I let you go, you will probably truly wreak havoc on the world."

"Hmph, although I have suffered some injuries, I am still immortal and indestructible. You cannot kill me." Mao Yishi sneered.

"Is the 'Human Hair,' a sacred object for warding off evil, ineffective?" Han Sheng looked at him with clear eyes.

"You... is that the legendary 'Human Hair,' which was said to have grown from within a Heavenly Silkworm?" Mao Yishi's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise. "

Indeed, 'Undying Bones' Mao Yishi, your death is near." Han Sheng said calmly. Liu Jinmo and Uncle Shanren had always complained that he was too merciful, to the point of being unable to distinguish between good and evil. Now it was time to change.

Upon hearing this, Mao Yishi sighed deeply, "I thought it was just a legend, but it turns out such a thing truly exists! No wonder it disintegrated all the horns on my body with a single strike..."

Han Sheng coldly watched him without uttering a word. In truth, he himself had no idea how to kill the 'Undying Bone' with a human hair; the *Corpse Clothing Scripture* didn't have a clear record of it. He figured he'd just grab the corpse clothing and slam it at Mao Yishi.

"Waaah..." Shen Caihua stood at Old Master Wu's feet, trembling as he reached out his small hand to touch his swollen lips, then looked up and burst into loud sobs.

Old Master Wu gripped Zhang Taiji's shoulder blades and pressed down forcefully, forcing him to squat on the ground. Then he bent down, lowered his head, and carefully examined little Caihua by the moonlight. After staring for a while, he finally understood why the baby was crying. He was surprised by how swollen the baby's lips were, and gently comforted the infant, "Never eat random things again."

The crying abruptly stopped. In the moonlight, Shen Caihua's dark eyes darted around, and strange musical notes suddenly escaped his lips… It was the fifth move of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "Substituting a Plum for a Peach."

Zhang Taiji, his shoulder blades restrained, squatted on the ground, unable to move. He watched helplessly as the chubby little boy approached, wiggled his bottom in a strange pose, and then, with a "whoosh," urinated on his face… Zhang Taiji was furious, but helpless, and could only let the warm urine slowly trickle down his cheeks… After a moment, he felt a hot, swollen burning sensation in his mouth, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it. Besides a slight smell of urine, he discovered that his lips had swelled up.

The clever ghost baby, Shen Caihua, had successfully saved himself using the Zhu You Divine Skill.

Over here, Han Sheng had already wielded the corpse shroud, relentlessly attacking "Undying Bone" repeatedly. Static electricity crackled and popped, white light flickered incessantly, and wisps of white smoke rose from Mao Yishi's naked body, filling the air with the acrid smell of burnt organic matter.

Soon, Mao Yishi, charred black, lay motionless in the moonlight.

Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, finally killing this evil "Undying Bone," ridding the world of a great scourge.

"Caihua, how are you?" Han Sheng had just heard his cries, but was unable to leave immediately after dealing with Mao Yishi, and only then did he hurriedly return to check on him.

"Dad Han Sheng, I'm fine," Shen Caihua said calmly.

By the clear moonlight, Han Sheng carefully examined Caihua's mouth, surprised to find that the swelling had completely subsided, and there were no other abnormalities on his body.

"Waaah..." Zhang Taiji, squatting on the ground, covered his chin, letting out sobs.

Only then did Han Sheng see clearly that Zhang Taiji's lips were swollen to the size of a water buffalo's lips.

Han Sheng understood; the ghost infant Shen Caihua must have used the "Substituting a Plum for a Peach" technique from the Zhu You Divine Skill to transfer his own poison to Zhang Taiji. This child, so young, already possessed the ability to understand and protect himself—alas, it was just a bit too much… "Daddy Han Sheng, save the suction tube…" Shen Caihua pleaded tearfully.

"Alright, alright, we'll take the suction tube back inside first and then try to treat it," Han Sheng comforted him.

"Tonight, I wonder where the Emperor will be visiting. Should I, the Admiral, execute this scoundrel first and report later?" Old Master Wu picked up Zhang Taiji, gazing at the night sky with a worried expression, and muttered to himself.

Han Sheng shook his head with a wry smile. This man was different from Mao Yishi, the "Undying Bone." He didn't want the old man to actually kill him, so he stepped forward and advised, "This scoundrel is already severely poisoned and won't live more than two hours. Let him go."

Old Master Wu carefully examined Zhang Taiji's mouth and nodded in agreement, "He is indeed deeply poisoned. In that case, I, the admiral, will give you, Han Sheng, face and allow him to fend for himself." With that, he released his grip. This Han Sheng, the doctor, had just saved his life; a true man distinguishes between gratitude and resentment, and face couldn't be ignored.

Han Sheng quietly whispered to Zhang Taiji, "Go to the hospital for treatment quickly."

Zhang Taiji nodded gratefully, covered his mouth, and ran down the mountain in a flash.

Han Sheng put his shroud and coat back on, bent down to pick up the heavily injured suction tube from the ground, and, holding Shen Caihua's hand, walked with the flying zombie Old Master Wu towards the Lu residence halfway up the mountain.

After a long while, under the pale moonlight, Mao Yishi's body twitched slightly. "Hehehe..." The charred skin peeled off, revealing translucent new skin underneath. He slowly stood up, chuckling sinisterly, "'Undying Bone' is impossible to kill..."

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Under the pale moonlight, Han Sheng, carrying the suction tube and leading Xiao Caihua, returned to the entrance of the Lu residence. Old Master Wu, furious, held the damaged first-rank court robe and shouted, "Grand Master, open the door for the Ancestor!"

After two shouts, a bodyguard rushed out and, seeing it was the old master, hurriedly opened the door and let them in.

Hearing the commotion, both Lu Taiguan and Feng Sheng came out of the room.

"Grandfather, what happened?" Lu Taiguan asked in surprise, staring at the old man's bald chest.

"Hmph, daring to burn my court robes is an act of dissatisfaction with the court, a capital offense of treason, deserving the death penalty and the execution of the entire family," the old man muttered indignantly. "

Mr. Lu, the old man probably offended someone, and in the middle of the night, a 'Undying Bone' appeared. It was extremely powerful, burning off much of the old man's green hair and damaging his talent-absorbing tube," Han Sheng replied.

"Undying Bone?" Lu Taiguan asked doubtfully.

Han Sheng nodded, saying, "Yes, it's an extremely rare type of zombie, calling itself Mao Yishi. I've already killed it."

"Where's the body? Don't attract the attention of the police and media," Lu Taiguan asked cautiously.

"Go straight up the mountain path to a bend, there's a small hill there," Han Sheng said.

"Alright, you all go back to your rooms and rest. I'll go handle the aftermath." With that, Lu Taiguan, along with two bodyguards, grabbed shovels and sacks and hurried out.

Han Sheng returned to his room, first filling the bathtub with cold water, then gently placing the severely injured suction tube inside.

Bubbles kept rising from the festering wounds on the suction tube's back, and it trembled violently, as if in great pain. Shen Caihua, with tears in her eyes, silently stroked it with her small hands. The suction tube blinked, seemingly understanding.

Han Sheng gazed at the suction tube in the water, lost in thought. The urine of the "Unmelting Bone" was extremely corrosive, chemically composed of acids and alkalis. The suction tube itself was a boneless, soft-bodied creature, so it could be treated similarly to acid and alkali burns in humans. I remember accompanying my father on house calls when I was little, and we encountered several burn patients. For acid burns, my father would wash them with baking soda and soapy water; for alkali burns, he would use boric acid and rice vinegar, saying that acids and alkalis could neutralize each other. He warned me not to get it wrong, or it would have the opposite effect.

But is the urine of "Unmelting Bone" acidic or alkaline? Why doesn't it corrode itself, like the urethra and bladder? Perhaps it's some other substance that exists outside of acids and alkalis.

Han Sheng turned on the tap and continued running cold water; dilution is always beneficial, no matter what.

"Will the sucker die?" Shen Caihua asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

On the desolate hilltop, a gentle breeze blew, and under the moonlight, Mao Yishi slowly put on his clothes, the throbbing pain still radiating from his groin… His manhood was gone; even urinating would be a problem in the future. He hated that little devil with such a vicious heart, and that Jiangxi doctor. "I, Mao Yishi, swear to heaven, I will avenge this blood feud!"

Hurried footsteps suddenly echoed along the mountain path. Turning around, three figures were running towards them under the moonlight, carrying shovels and sacks.

Mao Yishi stood with his hands behind his back, coldly watching the approaching figures.

Lu Taiguan and his two bodyguards stopped a few feet away.

"Who are you?" Lu Taiguan asked warily.

Mao Yishi ignored them, raising his face and staring at the pale moon in the sky, letting out a long sigh: "The affairs of a thousand years, the sorrows of countless ages, this body that will never decay, a hundred years of sorrow that cannot be relieved..."

"You are 'Undecaying Bones' Mao Yishi!" Lu Taiguan exclaimed.

Mao Yishi turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, his aura chilling.

"How do you know me? Oh, so you're an accomplice of that flying zombie drought demon, and a country doctor from Jiangxi named Hansheng, right?" Mao Yishi sneered.

Lu Taiguan was secretly shocked. Han Sheng said he had killed the zombie "Undying Bone," so how could it have resurrected? It seemed there was big trouble ahead.

"I am Lu Taiguan JP, a Justice of the Peace in Hong Kong. May I ask where Mr. Mao is from? Are you a Hong Kong resident?" Lu Taiguan had no choice but to reveal his identity, hoping to get away with it.

Mao Yishi was also taken aback. Justices of the Peace in Hong Kong were social elites with high status, and most of them were wealthy people who were generous and charitable, with excellent public reputations. It was generally best not to provoke them. Huh, Lu Taiguan? Could it be...? "So you are the one who rescued five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers in the Burmese jungle. You are truly admirable to the Chinese people..." Mao Yishi said sincerely.

"That is indeed me, Lu." Lu Taiguan nodded.

"Hmph, it's just a pity that I have to eliminate you tonight." Mao Yishi stared at Lu Taiguan and the two bodyguards, snorted, and said in an extremely cold tone.

"Why?" Lu Taiguan felt a chill in his heart, but feigned confusion, saying, "Do you hate those expeditionary soldiers? Or do you have some grudge against me?"

Mao Yishi coldly replied, "Because you are an accomplice of the Flying Zombie Drought Demon and that ghost child."

Knowing danger was imminent, Lu Taiguan had no choice but to fight to the death. He glanced at his bodyguards and signaled them to act immediately.

With a "whoosh," two bodyguards dropped their shovels and sacks, each pulling out a pistol from their pockets... "Hehe..." Mao Yishi suddenly ducked, his hands on the ground, raised his head, and let out two toad-like croaks. He opened his mouth, spitting out two plumes of white saliva, which struck the wrists of the two bodyguards holding their guns with lightning speed.

"Ah..." The bodyguards screamed, their pistols falling to the ground, white smoke hissing from their hands.

"Hmph, you want to fight me with guns? Tell me, what are the origins of that Jiangxi doctor and that little ghost child?" Mao Yishi stood up and fiercely questioned Lu Taiguan.

It seems our side is no match for this "unyielding bone," and this is the end for us. "So, who exactly are you?" Lu Taiguan asked dejectedly.

"I was originally from the Central Plains, but the Cultural Revolution there caused chaos everywhere, and I had nowhere to settle down. That's why I came to Hong Kong and now work as a night watchman at the 'Red Hair Cemetery' in Happy Valley," Mao Yishi said arrogantly.

Lu Taiguan nodded: "So you come from the 'Haunted Triangle' in Happy Valley." Since escape was impossible, the only option was to stall for time and see if there was any chance of a turnaround. "Yes, there are Indian cemeteries, Persian cemeteries, Hong Kong cemeteries, Catholic cemeteries, and Muslim cemeteries there. The 'Red Hair Cemetery' you mentioned is the Hong Kong Cemetery, the oldest cemetery in Hong Kong, built around 1839-1841. Its original English name was Colonial Cemetery, also known as the British Cemetery or Christian Cemetery. This area faces Happy Valley and should have been an excellent feng shui burial site for Wang Yi's descendants, but it also attracted the lingering yin energy of different races, forming the Haunted Triangle. There, at night..." You might hear ghostly infants crying at night, and night patrol officers might witness a wedding procession with eight people carrying the 'bride' in a sedan chair. Do you know those two century-old banyan trees on Tiyu Road? Back then, the racecourse decided to cut down the old banyan trees to widen the track. Strangely, whenever the workers used chainsaws to cut the trees, blood would splatter on their faces. The locals said it was the banyan tree spirit causing trouble, and eventually, the workers were all scared away. The Hong Kong Jockey Club couldn't cut down the old banyan trees, so they had no choice but to relocate them. It took more than three years to cut the roots and stuff giant flowerpots made of steel plates under the trees before they could be moved with utmost respect. Now, these two old banyan trees stand tall on Wong Nai Chung Road. I can take you to see them sometime..."

"Shut up! Enough! Do you want to joke around with me? What are Han Sheng and Guiwa's backgrounds? If you don't tell me, I'll kill the two behind you first." Mao Yishi was clearly impatient.

"Why don't you just ask me directly?" someone suddenly said.

Mao Yishi suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and a person suddenly appeared in front of him, with clear eyes calmly watching him... The person was none other than Han Sheng, the doctor from Jiangxi.

Han Sheng had been pondering this in his room. He reasoned that since the "Undying Bone" Mao Yishi's body could store corrosive urine without harming itself, there must be a secret. There's a saying, "Within three steps of poisonous herbs, there's always an antidote." His father had explained that poisonous herbs and antidotes are mutually reinforcing and restraining; for example, near a snake's lair, there are always herbs that specifically counteract its toxicity.

"Caihua, you stay here and guard the suction tube. I'll go find a knife and dissect that 'Undying Bone' to see if there's anything useful inside," Han Sheng instructed Shen Caihua to stay in the room. He went downstairs to the kitchen, found a sharp cleaver, and headed towards the small hill at the top of the mountain.

Han Sheng spotted Mao Yishi in the distance and was greatly surprised. His eyes widened instantly, and he moved swiftly, standing before Mao Yishi in a flash.

Mao Yishi was even more astonished. How could his nemesis have returned?

"You're not dead yet?" Han Sheng asked, looking him over with surprise, a question nagging at him.

"Hmph, ignorant fool. Don't you know that 'Undying Bones' are unkillable? Oh, and you even brought a kitchen knife. What for?" Mao Yishi sneered coldly.

Han Sheng blushed and hid the knife behind his back.

Mao Yishi pondered to himself that this Jiangxi doctor was unfathomable. Faced with his worldly talisman "Human Hair," he would definitely not gain any advantage. The most urgent task was to find out the man's background. "Know yourself and know your enemy" to prevent trouble before it happens.

"Han Sheng, you just said that I can ask you anything I don't understand. Is that true?" Mao Yishi's mind raced, and a plan came to him.

"Of course, but there's a condition. You ask me a question, and I ask you a question. Neither of us can lie. Do you agree?" Han Sheng said.

"It's a deal." Mao Yishi was secretly delighted.

"Go ahead and ask." Han Sheng let Mao Yishi ask first.

"Good, that's quite the loyalty. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. Han Sheng, let me ask you, who is your master? And where did your 'Human Hair Vest' come from?" Mao Yishi asked.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "You have two questions. I'll only answer the first one. I have two masters: Hua Tuo and Liu Bowen."

"Nonsense! Hua Tuo was a famous physician during the Three Kingdoms period, and Liu Bowen was the founding strategist of the Ming Dynasty. How could they be your masters?" Mao Yishi didn't believe it at all.

"Although I've never met them, Hua Tuo's medical book, the *Qing Nang Jing*, has been passed down through generations in my family's ancestral graveyard, and Han Sheng also obtained Liu Bowen's *Shi Yi Jing*. Therefore, it's absolutely true that they are my masters," Han Sheng replied.

Mao Yishi was speechless upon hearing this. In the Central Plains, it was not uncommon for masters to pass down martial arts manuals to their disciples across generations. Therefore, what Han Sheng said was based on evidence.

"Now it's my turn to ask you," Han Sheng said with a slight smile. "How can I cure the injury caused by your urine?"

Mao Yishi replied, "The urine of seven children can cure it."

"What do you mean?" Han Sheng asked in confusion.

"Find seven children, and for seven consecutive days, at the third crow of the rooster at dawn each day, sprinkle their urine on the affected area. However, it must be urine that hasn't been used all night," Mao Yishi explained.

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Han Sheng thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, now I will answer your second question. 'Taiji covers Taiji, Qingtian has no end in sight, the day the silkworm reappears, the corpse garment accompanies you,' this verse comes from my master Liu Bowen. The 'human hair' is naturally generated from within the silkworm, and later my wife Lan'er wove it into a vest. That's its origin."

"In that case, Wuyuan in Jiangxi is indeed a place of outstanding people and abundant resources, a treasure trove of gems," Mao Yishi exclaimed.

"Now it's my turn to ask a question. Why did you insist on killing the Flying Zombie Old Master Wu, and even a tiny infant?" Han Sheng asked.

Mao Yishi chuckled and explained, "Have you heard of 'Corpse Transformation'? The *Yunji Qiqian* says, 'Corpse Transformation is the transformation of the corpse's form. It is the refinement and shedding of the true essence, the transformation of the body, and the concealment of the five elements.' Corpse Transformation is not true death, but rather a transformation through death. Moreover, after the corpse is buried, it undergoes the refinement of the Taiyin (the moon) and can still regenerate its bones. Not only can it be resurrected, but its appearance and physique can also surpass its former state. The Maoshan sect says that the dead are refined underground, their nails and hair secretly grow, and the corpse is as if alive. After a long time, it becomes 'Undying Bones,' which are neither dead, nor decayed, and thus achieve immortality."

"So it's also a kind of corpse transformation," Han Sheng said.

"What you say is true, but since the founding of the Maoshan Sect by the Taoist master Tao Hongjing of the Southern Qi and Liang Dynasties, very few have actually mastered the 'Undying Bones' technique. Moreover, after Taiyin took shape, he developed a grand ambition to eradicate all zombies in the world, traversing the nine provinces tirelessly, eager to kill them all, eliminating harm for the people, displaying noble character, just like the monk Fahai who fought the White Snake Fairy. Therefore, after recognizing this flying zombie drought demon in the newspaper, I came without hesitation. Although that little devil is not a zombie, he has a sinister aura and will surely be a scourge in the future. As for this famous Justice of the Peace, Lu Taiguan, I saw early on that he is a blood zombie, an accomplice of the flying zombie, so we must eliminate him as well," Mao Yishi said resolutely.

Han Sheng smiled bitterly and kindly advised, "Corpses in this world are like people; they can't be judged as good or bad indiscriminately. If we kill them all without distinguishing right from wrong, it goes against the original intention of eliminating harm for the people. Eliminating harm should mean removing the corpses that harm others. Like Old Master Wu, even though he was a flying zombie drought demon, he never harmed anyone. In fact, he tried every means to find the souls of his hometown's sons who died in foreign lands in the Savage Mountain of Myanmar. He was

compassionate and righteous, much kinder than those national leaders whose success is built on the bones of thousands." Mao Yishi sighed and said, "'Undying Bones' is my duty, and I have no choice but to accept it, unless..."

"Unless what?" Han Sheng pressed.

"Unless I really die," Mao Yishi replied.

"Alright, now it's my turn to ask questions first. I want to ask you one last question, and you must tell me the truth," Han Sheng said.

"Go ahead," Mao Yishi answered generously.

"How can I kill you?" Han Sheng asked calmly.

"Only the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique' can absorb the Yin form of the 'Undying Bones,' putting me to death. Unfortunately, it has long been lost," Mao Yishi chuckled.

Han Sheng nodded. Indeed, Liu Bowen had mentioned it in the *Corpse Clothes Classic*. The "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" had been lost for a thousand years. Since the Southern Song Dynasty, when the Jin people marched south, most of the Yin practitioners in the martial arts world fled eastward to Japan.

"I also have one last question," Mao Yishi said.

"Please speak," Han Sheng replied.

"You are the only person I have ever encountered since I took form who can subdue the 'Undying Bones.' Could you honestly tell me your surname, place of origin, relatives, and where you live? I will visit you in the future," Mao Yishi said.

"Of course, my name is Zhu Hansheng, from Wuyuan, Jiangxi. I am a country doctor living in Nanshan Village. My parents are deceased, and I have a fiancée named Lan'er," Han Sheng said truthfully.

Mao Yishi nodded and said to Han Sheng, "Good, Zhu Han Sheng, you're a true friend. I'm very pleased to have met such a chivalrous person like you. I promise you that from now on I will not cause trouble for the Flying Zombie, the Ghost Child, or the Blood Corpse Justice. Farewell for now, but I will definitely visit you in the future. Goodbye." With that, Mao Yishi turned and walked down the mountain without looking back.

Watching the departing figure of "Undying Bone," Lu Taiguan asked worriedly in a low voice, "Brother Han Sheng, if we don't find a way to get rid of him today, we might be letting a tiger return to the mountain, and there will surely be trouble in the future." Han Sheng

pondered and said, "I think this Mao Yishi is neither entirely good nor evil, and he is not a person who breaks his promises. Besides, we have no chance of winning in the current duel. The cycle of heaven is cyclical, so let's just let nature take its course."

Lu Taiguan sighed and said nothing more.

Han Sheng walked over to the two injured bodyguards and carefully examined the wounds on their wrists. They were similar to the injuries sustained by the suction tube – liquid burns.

"Are you two virgins?" Han Sheng suddenly asked.

"What virgins?" the bodyguards were taken aback.

"You mean virgins? Are you two virgins?" Han Sheng explained.

"Virgins?" The two men laughed through their pain. "Don't joke around. Where are there any virgins left in Hong Kong these days?"

"Sigh, seven virgins...where are we going to find them? Looks like we'll have to try something in kindergartens." Han Sheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Han Sheng, don't worry. Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and his men have been in the jungle for thirty-four years. We don't know if there are any virgins left among them," Lu Taiguan suddenly reminded them. "

Alright, let's hurry back and ask. We need to start treating the suction tube and your bodyguards after the rooster crows three times," Han Sheng said to Lu Taiguan.

"By the way, and it has to be undigested urine." Lu Taiguan said, quickening his pace down the mountain.

Back at the Lu residence, Lu Taiguan hurried through the foyer to the corner reception room on the first floor, where Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the others were sleeping on the large sofas.

With a creak, a sleepy-eyed soldier emerged from the bathroom at the end of the corridor, yawning as he walked.

"Are you a virgin?" Lu Taiguan grabbed him, stepping forward.

"What do you want?" The soldier was startled, clutching his underwear warily.

"Sir, I had a son back home before I joined the army," the soldier replied hastily, recognizing Lu Taiguan.

Lu Taiguan waved his hand, entered the reception room, turned on the light, and loudly asked, "Which of you is still a virgin?"

"We are, sir!" the men on the sofas suddenly sat up and answered loudly.

"All of them?" Lu Taiguan looked them over suspiciously. "It's like this, we urgently need virgin urine to treat an illness..."

"Reporting, sir, um... does masturbation count?" a soldier stammered, blushing.

"Masturbation is fine, as long as you haven't lost your virginity through sexual intercourse." Han Sheng stepped in and explained.

Dai Bingguo stood up and said loudly, "Reporting, sir, the four of us were all unmarried before joining the army, and we've never met a woman in the tropical jungle, so we're all virgins. Please rest assured, sir."

"Great, Shen Caihua and I, plus the four of you, already have six virgins. Now we just need to find one more." Han Sheng said.

At this moment, Feng Sheng heard the commotion and came out of the room wearing only his underwear. "What happened, Han Sheng?" he asked.

"We're counting how many virgins we have here, and we'll use their urine to treat the injury," Han Sheng explained, then tentatively asked, "Feng Sheng, are you one?"

"I... sigh, I was a few days ago." Feng Sheng replied dejectedly.

At this moment, Lu Taiguan, his face flushed, whispered, "Actually... me too."

"You?" Han Sheng looked at Lu Taiguan in surprise.

"Blood corpses can't be... you know..." Lu Taiguan stammered.

Han Sheng understood and happily said, "Alright, all seven of you are here. Please note that we need the urine of a virgin every day. The specific procedure is..."

Han Sheng explained the treatment process and precautions to everyone in detail.

"Whoever's turn it is, you are not allowed to urinate that night. Hold it in, understand?" Lu Taiguan ordered.

"Understood, sir!" the soldiers shouted in unison.

When the rooster crowed three times, the treatment began. The first virgin was Han Sheng himself. He first unbuttoned his pants, grasped his penis, and gently dripped urine onto the wounds on the wrists of the two bodyguards. Then he sprinkled the rest onto the suction tube. Finally, he shook off the last few drops before carefully stuffing it back into his pants.

"For the next six days, do this at dawn," Han Sheng instructed the people behind him.

Upon leaving the room, Han Sheng pulled Lu Taiguan aside.

“Searching for our ancestor’s orphan, Zu Mo, in the dense jungles of Southeast Asia is extremely difficult. I think it’s best to organize a professional search team,” Han Sheng said hesitantly.

Lu Taiguan invited Han Sheng to sit on the sofa, pondered for a moment, and then said, “I’ll begin preparations now. In ten days, we can assemble a mercenary force of over ten men, recruited from retired Marines from the US and Thailand. They must have experience in tropical jungle warfare, be equipped with a helicopter and state-of-the-art electronic communication and reconnaissance equipment. As for weapons, I’ll immediately order a batch of Israeli Uzi folding submachine guns from the black market; their firepower will be unmatched.”

“Caihua and I will go with you,” Han Sheng said.

“Well, how about this? In a few days, the Chinese will send people to pick up Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the other expeditionary soldiers to return to their hometowns. Once this is settled, in ten days, our ancestor and I will join you with the mercenary force,” Lu Taiguan said confidently.

Han Sheng nodded gratefully, then asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lu, is there any way you can let me sneak off to Japan in the next few days?"

Chapter 363

Ueno Park in Tokyo was originally the family temple of the Tokugawa Shogunate and the private residences of some feudal lords. It was converted into a public park in 1873. Every spring, when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, cherry blossom viewing in Ueno is a traditional outing for the citizens of Tokyo.

In the early morning, Ueno Park was shrouded in mist. The cherry trees had just sprouted buds, and it was still early for the cherry blossom season, so there were few visitors. In Oshino Pond, several wild black swans appeared and disappeared in the mist, while wild ducks floated leisurely on the surface of the water, occasionally diving into the water to forage for small fish, leaving behind a series of ripples. The sun slowly rose, and the white mist on the water gradually dissipated.

"Look, what's that?" Several elderly people who were doing their morning exercise noticed a black object floating quietly on the water.

"It looks like a person..." an old man with a white beard said with certainty.

Soon after, officers from the Ueno Police Station, who had received the report, arrived at the scene. Two officers approached the floating object in a small wooden boat and discovered it was indeed a body—the body of a Black male.

The discovery of a foreigner's body in Ueno Park, as usual, was handled by the Special Investigation Unit (SIT) of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division. Investigator Superintendent Kono Ichiro was in charge of the case and quickly led forensic technicians to the scene.

The Ueno Police Station cordoned off the area around Ooshino Pond, keeping onlookers at a distance.

"Mr. Kono, we found a passport on the body. The identity is confirmed. The deceased's name is Marienngouabi, a Ugandan national," an officer reported.

"Hmm, cause of death?" Kono lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked.

"Homicide. The body will be sent to the University of Tokyo Medical School for autopsy immediately," the officer said.

"Well, looks like I won't get a break this week," Kono Ichiro said resentfully.

The University of Tokyo, located in Hongo, Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, is Japan's most prestigious university. Its predecessors were the Tokyo Kaisei School and Tokyo Medical School, founded during the Meiji era, boasting a long history. Its surgical department is among the world's best.

Kono Ichiro stood outside the forensic autopsy room. Although he had worked as a judicial police officer for over ten years, he still felt nauseous whenever he saw a corpse. It seemed he was no longer suited for this profession, even though he had just turned thirty.

"Mr. Kono, I'd like to invite you to come and take a look. Some organs are missing from the body," the gray-haired forensic doctor, Watanabe, greeted him as he opened the door.

Ugh, more nauseating, Kono frowned and walked into the autopsy room.

"What organs are missing? The liver or kidneys again?" Kono asked, standing before the autopsy table. Interpol had previously reported that organized crime involving the trafficking of human organs remained rampant worldwide, with the liver and kidneys being the primary targets.

"Testicles," Dr. Watanabe chuckled.

At the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department (MPD) headquarters in Sakuradamon, Tokyo,

the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department established the "Marian Nguvabi Case Special Investigation Unit," headed by Superintendent Kono Ichiro. An immediate case analysis meeting was held, attended by Division Chief Nakamura.

First, team leader Ichiro Kono introduced the case, flipping through the case file as he said, "The deceased, Marian Ngwa, male, 23 years old, holding a Ugandan passport, arrived in Tokyo alone from Hong Kong on a Cathay Pacific flight yesterday evening at 7:30 PM, preparing to participate in the Tokyo International University Indoor Athletics Championships two days later. This has been confirmed by the Metropolitan Police Department's Foreign Affairs Division 3 through Interpol in Uganda. Marian Ngwa was found dead this morning in the Oshino Pond in Ueno Park. A forensic examination determined that he died instantly from a blunt force trauma to the brain, around 10 PM last night, confirming it as a homicide."

"What was the motive?" Section Chief Nakamura asked.

"That's quite perplexing. The deceased's wallet and passport were intact, containing an American Express card and over two hundred US dollars in small bills. Upon investigation, the American Express card also contained over two thousand US dollars, so it doesn't seem like a robbery-murder. One point, which may be crucial to this case, is that the deceased's two testicles are missing," Kono Ichiro said.

"Wasn't it there before? Like a Chinese eunuch," Section Chief Nakamura asked doubtfully.

"No, it was just cut off last night after he was murdered. The wound is fresh, which has been confirmed by forensic pathologist Watanabe from the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo. Here is the forensic report." Kono Ichiro pushed the file in front of Section Chief Nakamura.

Nakamura slowly closed the file, raised his eyes, and asked, "Kono-kun, what are your thoughts?"

Kono Ichiro glanced at the SIT special investigation team officers present, and then slowly said, "Marian Nguyen was visiting Japan for the first time. According to the information we have so far, he doesn't know anyone in Japan. His murder is very likely related to the missing testicles. It might be the work of an international criminal organization that traffics in human organs. The deceased went straight to Ueno Park shortly after getting off the plane and was then murdered. He must have been targeted by the criminal organization long ago, perhaps from the moment he left Tokyo's Haneda Airport, or perhaps it even started in Hong Kong."

The officers began discussing amongst themselves, and finally, Chief Nakamura looked at Kono Ichiro and asked tentatively, "Kono-kun, your Chinese is very good. I think you should go to Hong Kong." Kono Ichiro nodded

and said, "Alright, I'll fly to Hong Kong tonight. The rest of you continue your investigation around the airport, taxis, and the route to Ueno Park, looking for eyewitnesses."

Kono Ichiro's father was a native Japanese, a professor of surgery at the University of Tokyo's Faculty of Medicine, while his mother was Taiwanese. She fell in love with Professor Kono while studying at the University of Tokyo, and they eventually married and had Ichiro. Ichiro learned Chinese from his mother from a young age and could speak fluent Mandarin.

That evening, Kono Ichiro took a Japan Airlines flight directly to Hong Kong.

At Hong Kong's Kai Tak Airport, Kono Ichiro walked out of customs with the flow of people, and two officers in Hong Kong Royal Police uniforms approached him.

"Mr. Kono Ichiro of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department?" one officer asked in English.

Kono Ichiro nodded, noticing the flower embedded in the officer's badge; he was a probationary inspector.

"I'm Kono Ichiro, nice to meet you," Kono said, his Mandarin surprisingly fluent.

"So Mr. Kono speaks Chinese! That makes communication much easier. I'm Probationary Inspector Lin, and this is Sergeant Li. You haven't had your supper yet, have you? Let's go to the Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter for some seafood." Inspector Lin enthusiastically introduced.

"Thank you, but I already ate on the plane. Excuse me, could you take me to the Hong Kong Immigration Department at Kai Tak Airport to check the passenger list for yesterday's Cathay Pacific flight to Tokyo?" Kono asked.

Inspector Lin and Sergeant Li exchanged glances, their faces slightly flushed, and said, "Of course! Mr. Kono's work ethic is truly admirable. Let's go."

The Hong Kong Immigration Department, responsible for controlling entry and exit from Hong Kong by land, sea, and air, quickly provided a list of passengers related to Mariam. The immigration and departure registration for Ngwa, as well as the passenger list for Cathay Pacific flights.

Immigration data shows that Marian Ngwa flew to Hong Kong from Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia, three days ago, stayed for nearly two days, and then flew to Tokyo.

"Now, we can go get some late-night snacks, it's on me," Kono Ichiro said with a smile.

There are more than ten typhoon shelters in Hong Kong, including Causeway Bay, Yau Ma Tei, Aberdeen West, Kwun Tong, and Lei Yue Mun. The Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter, built in 1883, is the oldest and most charming. Here, you can not only experience the rustic charm of a water village, rarely found in the bustling city, and enjoy seafood and "boat congee" cooked fresh by boatmen in their "floating kitchens," but also casually sing a few Cantonese folk songs, creating a poetic and picturesque atmosphere.

"I heard that Hong Kong's 'Typhoon Shelter Fried Crab' is very famous?" Kono Ichiro asked Inspector Lam, sitting in a restaurant in the Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter.

"Of course! 'Typhoon Shelter Crab' uses large, meaty crabs from Vietnam, only those weighing less than two pounds are used, otherwise the meat won't be sweet and delicious enough. The restaurant uses its own seasonings to stir-fry the crab directly. The garlic and fermented black beans are soaked in oil for a day before being added to the wok along with the crab, ginger, scallions, and wild Yunnan chili peppers. The crab is first chopped into pieces and fried until fragrant, then chili oil is added back to the wok, making the crab meat exceptionally flavorful. When served, the oil is a vibrant red, the crab meat is golden and glossy, and the aroma of caramel, crab meat, garlic, and chili peppers blend together, creating an irresistible fragrance that truly makes your mouth water... Moreover, the spicy crab comes in mild, medium, extra spicy, and very spicy versions, catering to everyone's taste. Mr. Kono, would you like it mild or medium spicy?" Inspector Lin spoke eloquently about the food, his spittle flying everywhere.

“Extremely spicy,” Kono Ichiro replied, secretly marveling at how all the Chinese police seemed to be gourmets.

Over the next two days, Inspector Lin and Sergeant Li separately searched the Cathay Pacific passenger list and the hotel where Maria Nguyen had collapsed, but to no avail; they found no useful clues.

“ABCD, big-headed green-shirted, can’t catch anyone, just blows the whistle…” Kono Ichiro recalled a popular Hong Kong saying mocking the Royal Hong Kong Police’s inefficiency, roughly meaning: Hong Kong police, unable to catch anyone, resort to blowing whistles.

On the morning of the third day, Inspector Lin and Sergeant Li warmly saw Kono Ichiro off on his flight back to Tokyo, waving goodbye with reluctance.

It was a Cathay Dragon Boeing. Kono Ichiro sat down dejectedly and fastened his seatbelt.

A young passenger by the window turned and smiled slightly; it was Han Sheng.

Chapter 364

A few days ago, Lu Taiguan used his connections in the Hong Kong government and finally managed to obtain a British National Overseas (BNO) passport and a Hong Kong birth certificate for Hansheng within two or three days. He also planned to find someone who understood Japanese to accompany Hansheng and the baby to Japan.

"No need," Hansheng politely declined. "Shen Caihua and I will return immediately after releasing the spirits of the Japanese soldiers inside the Zhuyou Relic after we get off the plane." He was taking Shen Caihua along because he would need Zhuyou's abilities to assist him at that time.

Lu Taiguan didn't press the matter further, and ordered someone to book round-trip tickets for Han Sheng and Shen Caihua, then saw them off onto the plane.

As the plane took off, the ghost infant in Han Sheng's arms felt something unusual in its eardrums, opened its eyes wide, and covered its ears with its tiny hands, its dark eyes warily scanning the surroundings.

"It's alright, it'll be fine once the plane reaches a certain altitude and levels off. Is this your first time flying?" Kono Ichiro said with a smile, looking at Han Sheng and the baby. This chubby little fellow was truly adorable. Unfortunately

, he was thirty years old and still single. His father wanted him to marry a Japanese woman, but his mother said Taiwanese girls were better, leaving him conflicted. So, his youth had been wasted year after year. "Are you Chinese?" Han Sheng asked疑惑地. Although this man spoke Mandarin, he exuded a faint perfume scent, whereas men in the Central Plains only used face cream.

"I'm Japanese, and my mother is Chinese," Kono Ichiro replied.

"No wonder your Mandarin is so good," Han Sheng praised.

The Boeing aircraft ascended to an altitude of 9,000 meters and entered cruising mode.

"I need to pee," Shen Caihua whispered in Han Sheng's ear, lowering her hand.

Kono Ichiro gestured for a flight attendant to be called, and they led Shen Caihua to the restroom, with Han Sheng following behind.

Kono Ichiro leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. His trip to Hong Kong had been fruitless, and he would have to face Nakamura's cold shoulder upon returning. The thought filled him with rage; the bad temper of Nakamura Yuji, the head of the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department, was notorious throughout the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Attention all passengers! We are the Japanese Red Army! This plane has been hijacked! Please do not leave your seats!" Suddenly, two men and a young woman stood up and shouted loudly, first in English, then repeating themselves twice in Japanese and Cantonese. They carried short guns, were all short, and appeared to be in their early twenties.

A gasp of alarm erupted in the cabin.

This was a Boeing 737-200 passenger plane, carrying 110 passengers and six crew members, mostly Hong Kong tourists traveling to Japan, with a few Japanese among them. In first class sat two foreigners with hooked noses and three well-dressed Japanese.

Kono Ichiro opened his eyes and calmly observed them.

"Hmph, so it's the Japanese Red Army..." Kono Ichiro knew that the Japanese Red Army, originally called the Japanese United Red Army, was formed after the failure of the "Japanese Red Guard" student movement against the Japan-U.S. Security Treaty in the 1960s. A group of Japanese youths began studying Mao Zedong's guerrilla warfare theories and engaging in armed struggle. Their program and goals were: to establish a base for world revolution, to realize armed revolutionary struggle, to break the reactionary encirclement of Red China by hostile Western forces, and to support the Palestinian people and all revolutionary and just struggles.

The Red Army has repeatedly intercepted the Japanese Prime Minister's plane, hijacked large passenger planes, and even occupied embassies, robbing banks, gun shops, and police weapons. Lacking public support and facing severe crackdowns from the Japanese government, they eventually fled to the Middle East and continue to fight for the liberation of the Palestinian people to this day, earning the label of extreme terrorism from contemporary Western countries.

This time, it's unclear what the Red Army is planning to use to blackmail the Japanese government. Kono Ichiro shook his head.

The female Red Army soldier, pistol in hand, vigilantly monitored the passengers in the cabin, while two men, armed with guns, rushed to the cockpit, broke down the door, and forced the two Dragonair pilots to a 180-degree turn, ordering a direct flight to the Middle East.

The young man who appeared to be the leader, holding a revolver, approached the three Japanese men in first class, arrogantly sizing them up. Then, addressing the elderly man with graying hair, he spoke haughtily in Japanese: "Mr. Representative Oshima Shigeru, I am Kuroshima. From this moment on, you are a prisoner of the Japanese Red Army."

"What is your purpose in hijacking a civilian airliner?" Representative Oshima Shigeru asked calmly.

"Purpose? Very simple. We demand that Prime Minister Miki Takeo immediately release all Red Army members imprisoned in Tokyo prisons, otherwise..." Kuroshima said coldly.

"Otherwise what?" Representative Oshima Shigeru's voice trembled slightly. "

Mr. Representative, you will be tried by the Japanese Red Army Revolutionary Tribunal. It is certain that you will be sentenced to death, and executed immediately." Kuroshima mockingly twirled the revolver in his hand.

"Even if the Prime Minister himself agrees, the members of the Liberal Democratic Party and the Socialist Party in both houses of parliament will not pass it." Fine beads of sweat appeared on Representative Oshima Shigeru's forehead.

"Hmph, we'll see," Kuroshima said bitterly.

Kono Ichiro's seat was not far behind the first-class cabin. The curtain between the cabins was already drawn, so he could clearly hear their entire conversation. He thought to himself, "This is bad. The Japanese government, with its hardline stance, will absolutely not agree to the Red Army's demands. It seems that the life of Oshima Shigeru, a senior member of the Liberal Democratic Party and a possible candidate for the next prime minister, is in danger." He sighed. "Alas, although I am a judicial police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, what can I do at nearly 30,000 feet in the air? Besides, there are a whole plane full of innocent passengers. I can't let the plane crash and everyone die."

As Kono Ichiro was pondering this, the lavatory door opened, and Han Sheng emerged carrying Shen Caihua.

Han Sheng immediately noticed something was wrong. The passengers in the entire cabin were all silent, sitting upright in their seats like wooden chickens, their expressions extremely tense.

The woman standing in the aisle brandished a pistol, menacingly forcing Han Sheng back to his seat.

"What happened?" Han Sheng quietly asked Kono Ichiro.

“Hijacking,” Kono Ichiro replied curtly.

“Hijacking?” Han Sheng had never heard of such a thing before. Hijacking while flying? “What do they want?” he asked, staring at the woman.

“Shut up! No whispering…” the Red Army woman shouted.

“Shh…” Kono Ichiro gestured for Han Sheng to stop talking, trying not to provoke the hijackers.

At that moment, the radar screen of the Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport air traffic control center had detected the abnormal flight path of flight KA876, and the tower immediately issued an emergency call.

“Inform Hong Kong ground control that flight KA876 has been hijacked by the Japanese Red Army,” the man in the cockpit said, pressing a pistol to the pilot’s head.

“Hong Kong ground control, this is flight KA876. The aircraft has been hijacked by the Japanese Red Army and is being ordered to fly to the Middle East,” the pilot relayed the hijackers’ instructions.

Immediately, the command and control center at Kai Tak Airport erupted in chaos. The chief dispatcher broke out in a cold sweat, instructing his subordinates to report to higher authorities while simultaneously arranging for all aircraft on the air routes in the area to evade capture.

Shortly after, the intercom in the cockpit of flight KA876 rang: "This is Kai Tak Airport Ground Control Center, Hong Kong. The Hong Kong government requests to speak with the hijackers."

Kuroshima, standing at the cockpit door, brandished his revolver and said, "Tell them that the Japanese Red Army has declared that the Japanese government must release all Red Army members detained in Tokyo prisons within one hour, or else they will execute Japanese Senator Oshima Shigeru on board."

The Hong Kong government, shocked, immediately contacted the Japanese government, informing them of the hijacking of flight KA876. Soon, Japanese media also received the news and quickly broadcast it.

The Japanese government promptly convened an emergency cabinet meeting to discuss countermeasures, ultimately deciding that the Japanese government would not yield to terrorism, but was willing to negotiate other conditions.

"Tell them there's no room for negotiation. The Japanese government won't accept the condition of releasing the Red Army members, and we're going to execute Representative Oshima Shigeru!" Kuroshima roared furiously, pointing his pistol at the representative seated in his chair.

Representative Oshima Shigeru was deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Hey, you can't fire inside the cabin. The plane is flying high. If you pierce the fuselage and cause a pressure leak, we're all doomed..." Seeing the urgency of the situation, Kono Ichiro couldn't help but speak up.

"Who are you?" Kuroshima took two steps forward and glared at him menacingly.

"Superintendent Kono Ichiro of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department," Kono Ichiro replied calmly, his gaze unwavering.

Kuroshima pondered for a moment, then sneered, "Fine, we'll kill you, the Metropolitan Police Department's hostage, as a warning to Miki Takeo." As he spoke, he grabbed a seat cushion, placed it against the muzzle of his revolver, aimed at Kono Ichiro's heart, and swiftly pulled the trigger.

A deafening gunshot rang out as the bullet pierced the thick cushion and struck Kono Ichiro. A gasp of alarm erupted in the cabin…

Chapter 365.

Han Sheng hadn't wanted to meddle, lest he cause trouble. Although he didn't understand Kono Ichiro's Japanese, his anxious expression revealed the seriousness and urgency of the situation.

The gunshot rang out, and Han Sheng, sitting next to Kono Ichiro, instantly opened his eyes wide. Seeing the bullet slowly approaching, he reached out and grabbed it. A sharp pain shot through his palm; the skin was burned, a wisp of smoke rose, and a slightly burnt smell emanated.

Kuroshima's plan was to kill a Japanese hostage first, proving the Red Army wasn't just bluffing, and further force the Miki government to submit. He was well aware of the consequences of depressurization at high altitudes, hence the thick cushion covering the muzzle of his gun. This would reduce the bullet's force, allowing it to remain inside the hostage's body.

Han Sheng opened his palm, and the bullet lay quietly in his hand… At that moment, Kuroshima stared wide-eyed, bewildered at the bullet he had fired, his mind seemingly blank for a moment, completely dumbfounded.

Kono Ichiro was even more astonished, stunned into silence.

This was something impossible in the world; this Chinese man had actually caught a bullet in flight with his bare hand!

Han Sheng smiled slightly, lightly leaped to Kuroshima's side, snatched the revolver from his hand, and handed it to Kono Ichiro.

Kono reacted, not thinking about anything else for the time being, quickly stood up, stepped forward, and pressed the revolver against Kuroshima's temple. "Tell them to drop their weapons!" he ordered.

Kuroshima blinked. How could things have turned out like this?

The armed man in the cockpit and the woman in the aisle were also stunned, unable to react for a moment.

"Fire! For the revolutionary cause, let's die together…" Kuroshima suddenly screamed hoarsely.

The man in the cockpit hesitated, slowly moving his pistol toward the pilot's head... Han Sheng flashed into the cockpit with a "whoosh," snatched the pistol from the Red Army soldier's hand, and easily turned back.

Inside the cabin, Shen Caihua licked his lips with his little tongue, twisted his bottom, and leaped naked from his seat. He used his little feet to push off a male passenger's bald head for leverage, then pounced on the woman with the gun, biting her neck... The woman screamed, the pistol falling to the ground. She tried to push and pinch Shen Caihua's waist and buttocks with both hands, but the ghost baby held on tightly. With a "snap," the carotid artery was severed by the sharp teeth, blood spurting out. She fell backward onto the aisle, the little guy still clinging to her, his naked little body writhing, and he actually started drinking blood voraciously.

After a moment of silence, the entire cabin finally erupted in cheers.

Han Sheng rushed to Xiao Caihua's side, forcefully pulled him off the plane, and wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve before carrying him back to his seat.

The pilot quickly notified the Hong Kong ground control center of this incident, and cheers and applause erupted in the Kai Tak Airport control center.

Hong Kong then notified the anxious Japanese government, who were waiting for news, and a thorny crisis was finally averted.

According to international law, an aircraft in flight is an extension of the territory of its country, and crimes committed on board fall under Hong Kong's jurisdiction. Accordingly, the Japanese government quickly notified the Hong Kong British government, requesting that flight KA876 continue to Tokyo as originally planned to extradite the three Japanese Red Army hijackers.

The Hong Kong British government immediately agreed; the less trouble the better, and as long as the flight was safe, it was considered a favor.

More than two hours later, flight KA876 finally arrived safely at Tokyo Haneda International Airport.

Outside the departure hall of Haneda International Airport, a sea of people had gathered. Reporters from major Tokyo media outlets, including NHK, TBS, the Yomiuri Shimbun, and the Asahi Shimbun, were converging at the entrance. Two broadcast vans were broadcasting live, flashbulbs constantly going off, all focused on Han Sheng, a somewhat shy young man from Hong Kong holding a baby. Standing beside him, Kono Ichiro roughly pushed aside the excited reporters and onlookers, pulling Han Sheng into a taxi and heading straight for their home in Shinjuku.

Kono Ichiro lived with his parents in a detached villa in Shinjuku Haramachi, a prestigious residential area adjacent to Tokyo Women's Medical University.

"You saved Ichiro, thank you so much," Kono Ichiro's mother, Lin Meiyun, bowed deeply to Han Sheng.

The television in the living room was repeatedly playing footage of Haneda Airport. Two Red Army men, handcuffed and hooded, were being escorted into a police car by a group of officers. Immediately afterwards, a stretcher covered with a white sheet was brought out; lying on it was the body of the female hijacker.

The famous TBS news anchor, Kotani, was passionately describing the harrowing struggle on flight KA876: "Zhu Hansheng, a Chinese man from Hong Kong, actually caught a pistol bullet traveling at 400 meters per second! Everyone knows that sound travels at 340 meters per second, but this passenger named Zhu Hansheng's speed exceeded the speed of sound! It's unbelievable..."

A car was parked in the yard, followed by hurried footsteps. "I'm back." A kind-looking elderly man wearing wide-rimmed black glasses entered. Lin Meiyun quickly went over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Hello, I'm Ichiro's father. So you're the one who saved my son on the plane. Thank you so much." Professor Kono, speaking in somewhat broken Mandarin, bowed deeply to Han Sheng.

Han Sheng smiled shyly and said lightly, "Uncle, you're too kind."

"Is this the legendary baby with a naked bottom that they talked about on the radio?" Professor Kono looked at Shen Caihua in surprise.

"He's so cute, but why isn't he wearing any clothes?" Lin Meiyun touched Shen Caihua's smooth skin affectionately and asked in surprise.

"Dad, Han Sheng said he didn't want to be interviewed, so I brought them both home." Kono Ichiro explained.

"That's great. Please stay with us. We may not have been very hospitable, please forgive us." Professor Kono said happily.

On television, Representative Shigeru Oshima appeared, a gentle breeze ruffling his graying hair. Tears welled in his eyes as he faced the camera, speaking passionately: "On behalf of the Japanese people, I express my deepest gratitude to Mr. Zhu Hansheng from Hong Kong, the heroic man who saved all the passengers and crew of flight KA876. I will request the Diet to award him a medal..."

"Mr. Zhu, did you really catch the bullet with your bare hand?" Professor Kono asked Han Sheng in surprise.

Han Sheng opened his palm, and the burn mark was clearly visible. Professor Kono examined it for a long time, muttering to himself, "This completely violates the principles of modern physics..."

"Mr. Zhu, are you and your child here in Japan for tourism? Ichiro can show you around," Lin Meiyun said warmly.

"No, I've already booked my return ticket for tomorrow," Han Sheng replied.

"Hmm, so urgent? What business do you have in Japan? Is there anything we can help you with?" Professor Kono asked in surprise.

"Where is the Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo? I need to go there," Han Sheng said. This was something Lu Taiguan had found out. The memorial tablets of Japanese soldiers who died during World War II are generally enshrined at a place called "Yasukuni Shrine," including Class A war criminals such as Hideki Tojo and Kenji Doihara, who launched the invasion of China and caused the deaths of tens of millions of Chinese civilians, as well as Matsui Iwane, the executioner of the Nanjing Massacre.

“You can’t go there. The spirits of those Japanese soldiers in the relics just want to return to their hometowns,” Han Sheng told Lu Taiguan.

Lu Taiguan told him that there was a civilian cemetery in the center of Tokyo called “Aoyama Cemetery,” the largest in Tokyo, where nearly 100,000 civilians were buried.

Kono Ichiro asked in surprise, “Do you have any relatives buried there?”

Han Sheng shook his head but didn’t say anything.

“Mr. Zhu, the Japanese call cemeteries ‘reien.’ Aoyama Cemetery has a history of over 100 years, covering 26 hectares. It’s the largest park cemetery in Tokyo. The Kono family’s ancestors are also buried there. When would you like to go? Ichiro can accompany you,” Professor Kono explained.

At that moment, the telephone rang, and Kono Ichiro picked up the receiver.

"Kono-kun? This is Nakamura. Well, I heard you bravely stepped forward to save Representative Oshima Shigeru on flight KA876, risking your life, and even disarmed the Red Army hijacker Kuroshima with your bare hands, bringing honor to the Metropolitan Police Department. The entire 'Sakurada Gate' area is buzzing with excitement. Our First Investigation Division is really shining! Superintendent Haruta called specifically to commend you." The enthusiastic voice of Chief Nakamura of the First Investigation Division came through the receiver.

"Oh, Chief, you flatter me. Actually, I..." Kono Ichiro began to explain.

"No need to say anything, I already know. Where did you take that Hong Kong guy named Zhu Hansheng? Did you take him to your house? Superintendent Haruta specifically instructed that we must invite him to the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters at 'Sakurada Gate.' This task falls to you, Kono-kun, hahaha..." Chief Nakamura laughed and hung up. Kono

Ichiro smiled wryly and put down the receiver.

“Dad, Mom, let’s go with Mr. Zhu to the Aoyama Cemetery. We can also pay our respects to the Kono family ancestors while we’re there,” Kono Ichiro asked.

“No, I just had a complex testicular transplant surgery a couple of days ago and I’m still under observation. I really can’t get away,” Professor Kono said with difficulty.

“What did you say?” Kono Ichiro immediately became alert.

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