Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Jiang Wenming took a deep breath and spread out his palm, and the contents of his palm were presented to Jiang Jiyun without reservation.

Jiang Jiyun curiously leaned over and took a closer look. He saw that it was a small silver plate. It looked ordinary and there was nothing special about it.

"What is this?" Jiang Jiyun asked in confusion.

Jiang Wenming's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't have the courage to speak.

He really didn't want to tell her the cruel truth and the pain of being betrayed by her loved ones. He really couldn't bear to let her endure such pain.

When his eyes met those of his little niece, he suddenly didn't want to hide it anymore. He really couldn't bear to deceive such a child.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Wenming finally decided to tell the truth. He said softly, "Year of Yi Hai, Month of Bing Xu, Day of Yi Chou."

Jiang Jiyun nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, and then asked, "I know these words are engraved on it, but what exactly does it mean?"

Obviously, Jiang Jiyun didn't know much about things like birth date and horoscope, so she had no idea that this was actually her own date of birth.

"This is your birth date." Jiang Wenming looked at her thoughtful expression and said this directly.

After hearing this, Jiang Jiyun suddenly raised his head and looked at his uncle in astonishment, as if he could not believe what he heard.

She blinked her eyes and parted her lips slightly. It took her a while to come back to her senses and confirm again, "Is this my birth date?"

At this time, Taoist Master Kong Qing came over. When he came to Jiang Jiyun, he smiled slightly and explained, "They don't know your specific situation, so this sign is not of much use to you."

Since her soul does not correspond to this birth date, this so-called birth date is like waste paper to her and does not play much role.

This is exactly what has puzzled the Yin-Yang masters. No matter how they try, they are unable to extract a living soul that matches this eight characters.

"What if there is someone who was born on the same day as me?" Jiang Jiyun looked at the sign in front of him with suspicion and asked the Taoist priest.

Taoist Master Xuzhou smiled slightly, as if he had anticipated her question. He explained slowly, "Just having your birth date and time won't do. We also need your hair or flesh and blood."

When Jiang Jiyun heard this, his face turned pale and he hugged his head in horror. The last time he had his head shaved off kept appearing in his mind.

"Hair? Flesh?" Her voice trembled as she spoke. "My head was just shaved last time, and it was also broken. I must have bled a lot."

Seeing how scared she was, Kong Qing on the side quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, they didn't get your real flesh and blood or hair, and they can't get it, so you can rest assured about that."

Taoist Kong Qing stopped at the point. Jiang Jiyun felt a little relieved after understanding what he meant, but he was still a little uneasy.

Jiang Wenming thought that the Taoist priest meant that they didn't know whose hair and flesh were used as substitutes, so it was useless.

Jiang Jiyun remembered that the birth date and time were not his own, but those of the original owner.

Moreover, the original owner's soul had already left with her mother. No matter how powerful they were, they could not gather the disappeared soul together!

"But, that time in the Northeast, I was in a coma for a long time." Jiang Jiyun was still a little worried. After all, this was related to his own life and he could not afford any mistakes.

Taoist Master Kong Qing reached out and adjusted the red string around her neck. He said, "You experienced the brink of life and death that time, and your young age has caused your soul to be unstable. From now on, you must never leave the jade pendant. You will be fine after you turn eighteen."

Jiang Wenming understood and felt relieved as long as the Japanese couldn't get his niece's hair and flesh.

While they were talking, Peng Yongliang was not idle, but quickly walked to the two wild boars that were shot and fell to the ground.

He squatted down and carefully checked the condition of the two wild boars, confirming that they were both dead.

These two wild boars are huge, each weighing hundreds of pounds, so it is not an easy task to move them together.

Peng Yongliang tried to push one of the wild boars, but after moving it only a short distance, he felt he was unable to do so.

Although Peng Yongliang tried his best, he finally gave up the idea because the wild boar was too heavy.

He thought it would be better to wait for Jiang Jiyun to come and put them into the space and take them away, so that he wouldn't have to spend so much effort.

Jiang Wenming took over several silver medals from the hands of several Taoist priests. He once again expressed his sincere gratitude to the Taoist priests. As long as these Yin-Yang masters died, his little niece would be temporarily safe.

After Jiang Jiyun put the wild boar into the space, he followed his uncle and the Taoist priests back to the original camp.

When they returned to the camp, the fighting on the battlefield ahead was still raging, and they could clearly hear the sounds of gunfire and bombing over there.

Several Taoist priests were still sighing with emotion. They had originally thought that this battle would be extremely difficult and even life-threatening. They had already made arrangements for their funeral arrangements before coming here, but they did not expect to come back alive so easily.

After returning to the tent, the Taoist priests were still in a state of panic. They sat together, looked at each other's miserable appearance, and began to discuss their previous battle experience. They all felt a little unbelievable that they could return safely.

Jiang Jiyun, Jiang Wenming and others quickly put on their helmets and rushed towards the front line.

Just before they reached the trench, an exciting charge suddenly sounded from the front.

"Damn it, we're one step late!" Jiang Jiyun cried out in frustration, watching many people rush out of the trenches like a tide, holding guns and charging forward without hesitation.

Jiang Jiyun, holding a pistol, followed Jiang Wenming closely.

When she saw her uncle effortlessly cross the trench in one step, she couldn't help but feel a surge of ambition: "I should be able to do it with a sprint!"

So when she was still some distance away from the trench, Jiang Jiyun suddenly accelerated and poured all her strength into this final sprint.

Just as she was about to cross the trench, an accident happened.

Jiang Jiyun's body suddenly lost balance and fell straight into the trench like a kite with a broken string.

Jiang Wenming, who was just in front of her and had just turned around to greet someone, was filled with astonishment and wanted to reach out to grab her, but it was too late.

Peng Yongyan, who was following behind Jiang Jiyun, also reached out his hand, trying to save this thrilling scene.

But his hand was just a little bit away from touching the corner of Jiang Jiyun's clothes, and in the end he could only look at her helplessly as he fell into the trench with a "plop".