She Only Cares About Cultivation

After hearing this, Yishui thought that there was some sense to these words, "Then you all take some dry food, guns, and ammunition with you. I can’t send you off, so be careful in everything."

Thus, the team of several hundred people silently disappeared into the boundless darkness of the night. After they left, Yishui checked inside and out one more time, gathering everything usable into her space. When she considered blowing up the place, she suddenly thought about the recently departed group. If her actions attracted pursuing soldiers, it would be troublesome, so she temporarily left this ghostly place alone.

Afterwards, she used the same method to infiltrate the brothel. Compared to the other two places, there were truly fewer people here, only about a dozen or twenty. Those who had the means and feared death had already escaped. However, she guessed that these people would ultimately still die, because she had repeatedly ensured that not one of them was left behind.

Here at the brothel, as with the prison munitions factory, with the reprisal of her as the Female Ghost, no one dared to touch them, yet they could leave them without food. Some had already starved for several days. Originally in poor health, if she didn’t deal with these scum soon, the living might starve to death.

However, the women and girls who entered the brothel were destined never to hold their heads high in this life. Even if they survived, it was a form of torment.

Because they would be looked down upon, especially those pregnant with Japanese children, who were even more so the targets of scorn. She recalled there were such news stories in later generations.

No matter how much she felt sorry for them from the bottom of her heart, she was powerless, because her current task was not to settle them, but to eliminate more Japanese.

Their future could only be grasped by themselves.

About twenty people, she dealt with all of them in less than 24 hours, some even with a dagger directly stabbed to death.

It was another dark night, she opened the brothel gates and said to these pitiful women,

"Go, those who can return home, return home. Those without a home, find a way to survive on your own. Life is long, don’t let this unbearable memory trap you for life. Living well is the greatest respect for yourself."

Because they wouldn’t know how to use guns, she thought for a moment and gave each of them a grenade, teaching them how to use it.

"I hope you’ll never have to use this grenade. But if you truly must, remember to take a few of them with you. After all, if not for these pigs worse than dogs, we wouldn’t have fallen to this point today. Be careful, goodbye."

The women bowed their heads in gratitude towards her, and Yishui urged them to leave quickly. Before they left, she let them have a full meal and gave them food for the journey. How many of them would survive, no one knew. Some were still sickly as they left, being supported by two people.

"Even if I die, I don’t want to die on the land of the Japanese devils. I want to go home, to die next to my mother’s grave, sob sob..."

How many of these women and girls who were snatched away were trying to escape with their families, only to fail, and their families died under the guns of the devils?

In a grove five miles south of the brothel, there was a large pit filled with women and girls who had been tortured to death. They were drenched in gasoline and burned to ashes, not even leaving their bones behind. The girls knew of this place and once thought they would end here. So before leaving, they came together to kneel and bow, praying for the deceased and hoping for their safe return.

Seeing this scene, Yishui’s tears flowed uncontrollably. She thought of the Nanjing Massacre, thought of the Jinling Thirteen Beauties, thought of the thousands upon thousands of suffering compatriots. The more she thought, the more she hated, and the more the hate grew into a shocking decision.

"I want to erase the inhuman nation of Japan from the face of the Earth!"

Killing them wasn’t enough; she needed to ensure they could never procreate again.

Returning to the brothel once more, she gathered up everything she could take. After waiting three days, ensuring those who needed to leave had escaped a certain range, she used dozens of bombs to destroy these two hellholes drenched in blood.

The tremendous bombing sound naturally attracted the attention of the devils. When they arrived at the place, they found no people, no things, and even the built-up base was destroyed at once. Astonished internally, they pondered whether there were truly vengeful souls demanding justice in this world.

Unbeknownst to them, Yishui had already changed into a Japanese Army female spy’s uniform, holding falsified documents, riding a two-seater military motorcycle, weaving through various devil strongholds. Her fluent Japanese, her professional spy qualities, and her captured intelligence from multiple sources allowed her to skillfully infiltrate the enemy’s ranks.

With her joining, yet another batch of devils was destined to gradually vanish from the Chinese land, paying a bloody price for their crimes.

By day, she was a heroic female spy; by night, she turned into a fierce ghost, demanding justice through vengeance.

After eliminating one place, she would hide for a few days to make a new batch of powder, and during the rest phase, she had already scouted the next target.

She didn’t always dress as a daughter; at times, she would disguise herself as a short, thin devil soldier, because among the devils, there were even fourteen- or fifteen-year-old children.

They were exhausting their resources yet continued to torment our country. Falling into her hands, not one could hope to leave the Chinese land alive.

However, rumors of the red-clad female ghost spread like wildfire, causing unrest within the entire devil military camp. While many dared not commit inhuman acts during raids, this was only a momentary cessation. Believers feared and refrained, while non-believers, inherently ruthless, would sneak up and stab from behind, taunting the cowardly devil later, calling him a cowardly wretch, unaware that soon enough, they would truly die at the hands of the red-clad female ghost’s vengeance.