She Only Cares About Cultivation

Yishui doesn’t need to look to know why they’re silent, most likely because they’re scared!

After this incident, Yishui herself wasn’t exposed, because everyone who had seen her was dead; no one dared to assure that, even while barely clinging to life, they wouldn’t associate these wondrous occurrences with her. Even if they did, who could explain the mysteriously disappearing supplies?

Afterwards, reinforcements were added to the brothel and prison, but to her, they were just minor obstacles. It was just that her poisons were urgently needed, and crafting them would take time.

During this period, she hid in the Devil’s outpost, resting, growing medicinal herbs, and making poisons while gathering intelligence, achieving multiple goals at once.

Because the Devil’s outpost also had a telephone and they discussed things from time to time, she had her ear to the ground.

Perhaps fearing time might lead to complications, they decided to clear out a group of serious offenders from prison. These offenders, having been severely tortured, had their bodies ravaged. Even if rescued, their chances of survival were slim. Besides, there was a traitor among them, which had prevented her from taking direct action.

If she used poison, she would inevitably harm her own people as well. Even if she found a way to warn them not to eat or drink, would the traitor report it? No one knew, so she couldn’t take that risk and had to employ tracking methods, poisoning on a small scale. Like now, she focused on the people in the outpost first.

She couldn’t produce the poison all at once; when she made a bit, she used a bit. Only by staggering the reaction times of those poisoned could she instill fear throughout the prison.

This was the atmosphere she needed, so after thinking it through, she became more daring.

Even if someone saw her, it wouldn’t matter; the next second, she would be gone, and they would only think they were seeing things.

To create a terrifying atmosphere, she purposely found a red kimono, let her hair hang loose, painted her face, and stuck out a red tongue, looking particularly horrifying. With this attire, she flitted through the night, and even when encountering someone face-to-face, she wouldn’t dodge first; instead, the other would scream in terror, and by the next second, she’d be gone, reinforcing the rumors of a haunting in the prison.

Due to the eerie occurrences at the munitions factory, during this time, the prison’s water and food were guarded by designated people, preventing anyone from using the opportunity to poison them.

But they never expected the Female Ghost to appear and disappear at will, even able to move by pulling on anything mobile. They thought they could prevent it, but they were already falling prey.

If it weren’t for the time it took to make poisons, she could have poisoned even more people.

Soon, the prison witnessed a second wave of vomiting, diarrhea, and soldiers whose features twisted in struggle. Seeing these reactions brought back the nightmare from days ago; everyone panicked, as it meant more deaths were coming. Hundreds in the munitions factory had died overnight, with no cause found. They thought the disaster was over, but now with a second wave of illness, the Japanese soldiers in the prison were in a frenzy.

They frantically sent telegrams and made calls for support, but even they couldn’t articulate what they needed support against, for in such an impenetrable fortress, someone still managed to get in and poison them. Moreover, this poisoning was targeted, unlike the indiscriminate poisoning at the munitions factory. None of the Chinese were poisoned, so what could be done? Stop eating and drinking?

Within 48 hours, the second wave of Devils turned into pools of blood before their very eyes.

Before they could catch their breath, more people showed symptoms of diarrhea. These people were terrified to the point of tears, some wetting their pants on the spot, meeting a miserable end. The fear of knowing their life was counting down, like believing water droplets on them were actually blood, was horrifying. Because the way they died was too terrible, some couldn’t wait for the poison to take full effect or for death to come and chose to commit seppuku.

But they were horrified to discover that even in death, their bodies would turn into pools of blood.

On ghostly wailing nights, the Female Ghost in red moaned sinisterly in Japanese through the night.

"You murder my compatriots, disgrace our women, steal our food, you beasts worse than dogs, now is your retribution, hahaha... Retribution is here, await your fate, none of you will escape, offend China and be destroyed! Kekeke..."

To amplify her voice, she found a megaphone among the Devil’s supplies and shouted loudly. As soon as she finished, she disappeared. By the time they reacted and began searching for the source, she’d moved to another location. Her voice was not only genuine but also a confirmation of their misdeeds. Any Japanese soldier with a guilty conscience understood and began having nightmares every night...