The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

When leaving the Siberian Tiger Garden, Song Tang was still happily looking through the photos of Ermaitai taken by Zhao Rui in the car, some of which were of her feeding Ermaitai.

I have to say that Ermaitai has a really strong smell. Even through the protective gear, you can still smell the pungent smell on its body. There is a photo of Song Tang wearing a mask and covering his nose with one hand to feed it.

However, Song Tang, who was laughing at this moment, would not be happy anymore in a moment.

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Unit 731 Crimes Evidence Exhibition Hall.

Standing before the large black stone, the white writing on it was so dazzling. Suddenly, a fierce wind howled between heaven and earth, and the bright sunshine was gone.

Song Tang stood there in silence, looking at the depressing atmosphere of the venue and the long queue outside. The people standing behind her also waited quietly.

Originally, with her ability, she could have asked Wei Wu to go and make connections to get him into the museum early, but she didn't. She didn't want to use money and power in such a solemn place.

The long line included the elderly, young people, and parents with young children. Unlike other places where the queues were filled with noise, the entire line was silent, with only the rustling of the wind, telling of the unwillingness of the queue, except for the sound of breathing.

The team moved forward very quickly, and it wasn't long before it was Song Tang and the others' turn to enter the museum.

When they got there, Song Tang hesitated. She didn't dare, she was a little scared. Zhou Jing gently put her arm around Song Tang's shoulders and said, "Miss, let's go. This is the itinerary you booked a long time ago. Be brave, we are going to visit our ancestors."

Song Tang let out a long sigh, mustered up the courage to take the first step and enter the venue.

Just one step away, it seems like the world of yin and yang.

The beauty and laughter of the outside world were instantly shattered here, shattered beyond repair. This place had nothing to do with the human world, it was no exaggeration to call it hell.

Even before he moved forward, Song Tang felt numb all over, and a cold feeling spread throughout his body. From time to time, he could hear the sobbing of tourists, who were comforting the souls of their ancestors.

No Chinese person can walk out of this hell on earth with a smile...

Mustering up her courage again, Song Tang followed the crowd and began her own heavy journey following the guide's pace. The others also followed her silently.

In the bacterial laboratory, Song Tang looked at the cruel and bloody restoration scene in front of him and finally shed tears.

She didn't know how many people had struggled and wailed on the blood-stained operating table before her, but she knew it must have been excruciating pain.

The guide said that the Japanese did not use anesthesia to ensure the accuracy of their experiments. So everyone lying here was skinned alive.

Song Tang's entire body was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face like a spring, blurring his eyes. This must have been such an ordeal, even a quick death seemed like a luxury.

The sobbing sounds of tourists filled my ears. Even people as strong as Chen Xiong had red eyes and heavy breathing.

Zhou Jing, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui supported Song Tang with tears in their eyes. They all saw the young lady trembling all over and were afraid that Song Tang would have a stress reaction.

"Miss, no...if you can't, don't...don't look at it." As soon as Zhao Qi finished speaking, Song Tang shook his head.

She knew they were doing this for her own good, afraid she'd overreact and get into trouble. But... right now, she couldn't leave, and she didn't want to. She wanted to carve all of this into her soul.

There is no way an etching on the soul wouldn't hurt.

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In the display area, Song Tang saw many bottles and jars of various colors and styles. The guide choked up as he explained that these were the containers used to hold dissected organs.

There were countless lives in every glass bottle, and the whispers of wronged souls were on every jar...

Even though Song Tang was already unsteady on her feet, she still walked forward firmly with Qiongying's support. As for Zhou Jing and the others, they no longer had the strength to support her.

Wiping his tears with the mask he had already taken off, Song Tang continued forward following the guide's instructions.

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Arriving at the photo display area, Song Tang finally saw the true face of these demons in the world, beasts in human skin. The ugly faces of each devil made Song Tang hate him so much that his teeth itched, and curses rang out around him.

Song Tang almost stopped breathing after watching the photos of the real experiments. How could words describe the miserable scenes in the photos? Even the cruel punishments seen in thousands of years of history were not even a fraction of what was happening here.

It is really hard to imagine how terrified and helpless these poor victims were. Even if Song Tang slightly changed his perspective and put himself in their shoes, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted. It was a pain that went deep into his soul.

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The lab report wall displayed countless reports on live experiments. To Song Tang, each report recorded not just data but real people, the blood and tears of millions of our compatriots.

"Do you know why the Japanese have advanced medical science? Do you know why their medicines are so advanced? Do you know why they know the water content in the human body?"

"This is the result of these demons experimenting on the bodies of countless of our people. Every achievement they make results in the premature death and destruction of countless lives!"

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Song Tang couldn't bear to look at many of the reconstructed experimental scenes, and the photos of the victims made her cry. She couldn't imagine what the poor girl in the photo, who was about her age but whose face had rotted away, had gone through, but she knew she must be in great pain, very much pain...

They were both at the same age, she lived in the sunshine, while he, after experiencing the inhumane horror of the world, was forever sealed in this small photo...

The lab equipment was displayed, and every knife and hook was stained with blood. Song Tang looked at these terrifying, cold knives, and tears welled up again. She wondered what kind of devil could use these terrifying instruments of torture on people.

There were also real documentary footage, cruel scenes, and some real interview records of pitiful survivors. Song Tang didn't dare to watch it carefully. The survivors' whispered accusations in the video beside his ear were like the cuckoo's cry of blood, and every word was filled with endless tears and grievances.

The entire venue was toured with great difficulty, with every step filled with blood and tears. Song Tang felt as if he had walked through the legendary Eighteen Levels of Hell. He had difficulty breathing, severe heartache, and his tears were almost dry.

Everyone walked towards the exit in silence under the guidance of the staff. The whole journey was quiet and the oppressive atmosphere made the tears dripping to the ground silent.

The exit here is a long, dark underground passage. At the far end of the passage, there is a ray of light shining faintly, like a flame of hope.

People could only move forward carefully in the darkness. Song Tang was supported and followed step by step. The light at the end of the distance gave her strength and her steps became firmer.

Until finally she pushed away the person who was supporting her and was able to move forward on her own.

Halfway through the walk, with tears still streaming down his face, Song Tang wanted to turn around and take another look at those wronged souls, but Zhou Jing, who was beside him, stopped him by hugging his shoulders.

Before Zhou Jing could say anything, a clear voice rang out from the dark passage filled with only dull footsteps and crying sounds.

"Don't look back, keep moving forward. There is light at the exit. There are fireworks in the world, and there is peace and prosperity in the country. Don't forget the road you have come. There are national sufferings, national hatred and family feuds."

"Everyone, please be brave and move forward. Let's... set off!"