She Only Cares About Cultivation

Even with her legs running as fast as they could, she couldn’t catch up with the sedan, and in the end, she lost the person for sure. However, one could conclude that this man was no ordinary person. Unfortunately, he wore the same Zhongshan suit and trench coat for his comings and goings, making it hard to tell where he worked.

After a whole night of turmoil, her stomach was already hungry. She saw a stall at the street corner selling pan-fried buns, and hurried over to spend three yuan to buy ten plump, juicy, and crispy buns. She packed them in a paper bag and didn’t dare eat them on the street. She hid in a secluded place to take a bite when she heard a piercing whistle. In no time, a team of Japanese soldiers either on motorcycles, in cars, or running swiftly made their way toward the garrison headquarters.

A truck followed behind, and incredibly, it was loaded with prisoners. Each of them was covered in blood, surrounded by a circle of Japanese soldiers in the center of the vehicle, their eyes revealing a calm resignation to their fate.

"Ah, these heartless devils, our people have to sacrifice again. This clearly looks like they’ve suffered severe torture and are being taken to the execution ground!"

"It’s amazing they’ve come out of the torture chamber alive, but why do they still need to take them out of the city to the prison for execution?"

"You’re foolish! Only this way can they lure people into a rescue attempt, and then they can kill more of our people. The devils are cunning like that—they’re not human. They should be called beasts!"

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The common people watched the departing truck with tearful eyes, their clenched molars and tightly gripped fists signaling their hatred for the devils.

Alas, they were just ordinary people, unable to help, only able to mutter angrily to express their rage.

Shanghai had already fallen, under the rule of the Japanese Army. During this period, political venues were all occupied by the Japanese Army commanders, and everything had to be under their command, including capturing one’s own people. If you don’t comply, you’re opposing them, but if you do, you’re a traitor. So during this time, many associations sprang up, claiming to be associations, but in fact, using business people to provide logistical support for them. Frankly speaking, if you actually did it, you were using your own wealth to support the Japanese in killing compatriots, still a traitor.

The Occupied Zone of Shanghai was filled with ordinary people hustling for their livelihood. Whether selling fruit, setting up a letter stall, carrying rice bags at the wharf, or street-side barbering, no matter how hard the days were, they had to scramble for their three meals a day. If they saw the Japanese Army patrolling the streets, committing murder and arson, they would only run home with the fastest speed, shut their doors, and mind their own business.

After all, the number of Japanese is limited. With a city as large as Shanghai, how could they occupy it all? So in most areas, it was still the people’s land. Hence, survival continued, didn’t it? Doing what needed to be done, as a person, one must scramble for three meals a day. If one day you’re gone, then that’s fate, and no one can be blamed.

Yishui observed in the city for about ten days before finding out that Japan had an arms factory and a prison in the suburbs, which she had to move toward outside the city.

Unfortunately, she had no car or bicycle, and running on foot was too time-consuming.

Even stealing a car posed the problem of refueling, so she simply relied on her legs to find the Ao Jun Factory. There should be fuel and vehicles there, things that certainly couldn’t be left—leaving them would be a scourge to the people. The arms factory couldn’t be bombed either, as destroying it would cause too much loss. The best solution was for her to take it away, and then find a way to transfer it to the Red Party.

Just as Yishui was fretting about how to sneak in, she happened to encounter a Japanese Army sweep of the surrounding villages, capturing women. She tore off her disguise, becoming a peasant girl, and was naturally caught.

The arms factory produced weapons and ammunition, along with various air-transported supplies, covering a vast area. The devils stationed a regiment of soldiers here for guard duty, with occasional city troops coming to replenish supplies, serving as a logistical support unit. The prison wasn’t far from the factory, and they even isolated a special comfort camp in between.

At this moment, Yishui utilized her beauty to seduce the leaders within, as she was exceptionally striking. Naturally, she was sent to the Major’s room at the factory headquarters. Logically, with a regiment’s strength, there shouldn’t be such a high-ranking officer—at least a Captain or Lieutenant. Unexpectedly, the one sent to her happened to be a Major.

This Major appeared in his forties or fifties, looking quite lecherous. Her appearance greatly pleased him, not only preparing bathwater and clothing for her, but also providing a sumptuous meal to eat her fill before sending her to the Major’s room. Such high treatment, haha, how ironic!

Perhaps those who initially sent her for base training never imagined that one day she would use the Bewitching Technique learned there to enchant the soldiers of their own country here?