She Only Cares About Cultivation

In the mid to late 1930s, the era was a mixture of warlord forces, and in Chongqing, the Nationalist Party was divided into the Central Intelligence Bureau, Military Control, along with the non-affiliated Red Party.

Before the pirates announced their surrender, they united against the outside, considering everyone as allies, so when Yishui saw the Japanese plainclothes team appear in the space, she knew the message transmitted should be beneficial to our side.

She understood Japanese, so naturally she knew what they were saying: "Dammit, who told you to shoot? Now the person is dead, how will we find the person to connect with him?"

The leader slapped the captain of the plainclothes team, who immediately bowed his head. Eventually, they carried the body to a motorcycle and drove away.

She looked down at the wax pill in her palm, lost in thought.

Just then, outside the space, a black Ford sedan often seen in Republic dramas drove by. A tall figure got out, wearing a white shirt under a gray vest, long suit pants and black leather shoes, a black trench coat, with a cigarette in his mouth and a black hat on his head. As he looked up, his watchful, cold eyes glanced precisely in her direction.

Her heart tightened, what a deeply featured model-like face, leaning against the car door lighting his cigarette, just like a wild leading man from a TV drama, with an air of arrogance and vigor.

After lighting the cigarette, he walked to the area with the most blood stains, observing with cold eyes, expressionless, glancing around, but finding nothing, he stood and returned to the car, leaving.

After he left, there were two more waves of plainclothes coming over, unclear which teams, but from their conversations, it was obvious they were discussing about the man’s death.

This was a period of probing among multiple forces, having a malfunctioning brain would mean bringing one’s head for delivery, like her.

Whenever facing that man, she felt as though all her intelligence failed, not belittling herself, but acknowledging the man’s overwhelming aura, in this era’s espionage power struggles, one plays with their life hanging by a thread, despite undergoing the strictest secret agent training, a single mistake could mean complete ruin.

From the espionage dramas she watched, she thought people lacking psychological strength couldn’t possibly handle such work.

This time was good, at least united against the outside, in a few more years during the internal struggle period, it would be complete mutual slaughter, it’s either you die or I perish.

She didn’t open the wax pill, without a code, it was still unclear what’s written inside. Although several waves of people came, she vaguely felt the man with the car seemed to be the deceased’s contact.

Because no contact person would comprise a small team, surely he’d come solo.

Just as she was thinking about how to deliver this item to the man’s hands, late at night, in a pitch-black alley where one couldn’t see fingers, the man came again holding a flashlight, this time without a car, cautiously listening, searching for something around. Yishui looked down at the wax pill in her palm, unconsciously slipping out of space, placing the wax pill on the corner ground, and hurried back into space.

In no time, the man found his way there. When he saw the wax pill, she noticed he let out a long, murky breath.

Seeing this, she relaxed, probably not having given it to the wrong person, watching the man leave, after a day of tiring efforts, she finally felt tired.

After sleeping and waking up, at the break of dawn, she walked out from the corner to a small noodle shop at the street corner, eating a bowl of spicy, refreshing small noodles. Chongqing had lots of delicious food, she usually bought them outside, such a bowl of noodles cost only thirty cents, with extra meat it’s fifty cents, very refreshing small noodles, she had been eating here almost every day since she came.

Yet before finishing a bowl of noodles, the alarm sounded over the city, she looked up and saw several fighter jets circling in the sky, her face turned pale, immediately shouting to the people around, "Quick, quick, get down, get down!"

No sooner had the words fallen, the sound of bombing came from afar, Yishui wanted to hide in the space in time, but was stunned by the sudden explosion sound, ears ringing with a buzzing noise, looking up at surrounding buildings and civilians, in just a blink, they were bombed into ruins, she only saw them with wide open mouths, blood streaming down their heads, screaming, yet she heard nothing.