I used the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to fight the Japanese.

Fortunately, the Japanese soldiers were prepared and had someone bring them gas masks, which alleviated the situation somewhat. The rotting corpses were toxic, especially if the combustion was incomplete; the toxins would spread into the air with the smoke and dust, and who knew if inhaling these particles would cause illness.

The fire raged fiercely, and the Japanese soldiers, full of arrogance and pride, shouted through their gas masks!

"Yoshi! Most of these Maru have been burned to ashes!"

"Good job burning it! Now it's completely cut off at the root!"

"I can finally get a good night's sleep today. These past two nights have worn me out! Xu Sang, find some pretty girls to do the work!"

"Yoshi! Good job, pretty girl!"

"Hahahaha, they're all dead, all dead!"

……

Most of these Japanese soldiers were on night duty, and they were thoroughly enjoying the sight of the raging fire! After two consecutive nights of living in fear, they were on the verge of collapse, and the thought that there would be no more ghostly screams made them burst into unrestrained laughter!

"No problem! We'll go find some pretty girls after we're done!" Xu Fugui knew the Japanese were like this; they'd done this kind of thing countless times!

The fire burned for the entire morning before finally being extinguished, releasing the Japanese soldiers' tense emotions. After lunch, they went to see the courtesans with Xu Fugui.

When the laborers in the mine saw the fire burning in the direction of the chaotic stone dragon and the foul stench filling the air, they couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Those damned Japanese devils! They even hunt down dead people; they're utterly depraved!"

"Absolutely! Killing someone isn't enough to vent anger; they also have to destroy the evidence! Utterly despicable!"

"Say less and cover your mouths and noses like they do! Getting infected with corpse poison will be a real problem!"

"Alas! To die without even a complete corpse, what kind of sin is this!"

……

When the stench of corpses wafted over, Zhao Mancang ordered everyone to tear off pieces of their clothing to cover their mouths and noses. The laborers were already thin and weak; if they were also infected with the corpse poison, they would surely die. However, the fact that the Japanese could burn the corpses meant that they believed it was the work of ghosts. In other words, they were afraid and simply wanted to destroy the evidence to solve the problem!

That's a good thing! What would they do if evil spirits continued to haunt them tonight? I can't help but wonder what their expressions would be like!

"Master Cang! I'm truly impressed! How did you do that?" Tiger, naturally aware that it was all Zhao Mancang's doing, inquired with an expression of admiration.

"Want to know? Let's do it together tonight! The ore will be transported in three more days, and the last two days are yours!" Zhao Mancang said casually.

"Huh?...Okay! No problem! I'll definitely do a great job!" Tiger was taken aback for a moment but immediately agreed. They had done it together before, so there was no reason why they couldn't do it well!

"It's good that you're not scared. I expect the defense will be even tighter tonight, so be prepared!"

"Stricter? And they're increasing the number of patrols? Can those few dozen people handle it?" Tiger asked, looking around at the Japanese soldiers, puzzled.

"That's hard to say. The Japanese will definitely take action after losing two men. Burning the rocky hill is a signal. We need to be careful and act accordingly tonight!" Zhao Mancang instructed.

"I'll do whatever you say. I'm not a genius, so just tell me what to do!"

"Heh! You little rascal..."

Sure enough, the Japanese patrols became even stricter at night! They added lighting to the mine, making it as bright as day, and expanded the patrol range of the two patrol teams to the bottom of the mine. Everyone was equipped with a flashlight, and each team even added two wolfhounds!

"My goodness! Where did those Japanese devils get their wolfhounds? We're no match for them when they run!" Tiger said, lying at the door of the thatched hut.

"It is a bit troublesome, but fortunately these dogs are just domesticated wolfhounds and not real military dogs, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to do anything!" Zhao Mancang said, staring outside.

"What method?" Tiger asked, puzzled.

"Is that a tiger tooth hanging around your neck? Take it off and hold it in your hand to pull it out," Zhao Mancang said, glancing at him.

"Huh?...Right, right, this thing can seduce dogs! I almost forgot!" Tiger was stunned for a moment and quickly took out the tiger tooth and held it in his hand. This was a talisman his grandfather had given him when he was a child, and he had carried it with him since he was a kid. The village dogs would run far away whenever they saw him and wouldn't dare to bark at all!

This was a form of bloodline suppression. In the 1990s, many rural areas were rife with dog thieves who carried tiger bones or teeth. Once they spotted a target and confirmed no one was around, the dog would stand obediently trembling and motionless from a distance of ten paces. They would then take it to their vehicle and slaughter it as they pleased. Later, with increased crackdowns, many dog ​​dealers were arrested. Interrogation revealed that these dealers had connections to poaching gangs, causing quite a stir!

"Let's go now and keep messing with the Japanese!"

"Don't rush to keep the Japanese busy for a while, we still need to get ready!"

As he spoke, Zhao Mancang took out a handful of white clay he had collected a few days ago, spat on it a few times to turn it into mud, and then smeared it onto the other person's face bit by bit, like painting a wall. Soon, a stark white ghost face was freshly created. Zhao Mancang observed it for a while and felt something was missing. He casually picked two small pebbles from the wall and stuck them under the two eye sockets, deliberately making one side higher than the other, so that from a distance it looked like the eyeballs had fallen out of their sockets—truly terrifying!

"What are you doing? The Japanese can't see this!" Tiger asked, puzzled.

"Just in case! With this disguise, even if we're discovered, they won't recognize us. Maybe we can even scare the Japanese away and slip away!"

"...Hopefully I won't need it!..." Tiger's heart pounded with anxiety.

After finishing, he had Hu Zi dress him up as well. The two white-faced ghosts took shape and carefully groped their way into the bamboo grove, avoiding the searchlight. They found the bamboo tube from last night and came to the edge of the bamboo grove to begin tonight's ghost show.

"I died so unjustly! ...Give me back my life!..."

"I died so unjustly! ...Give me back my life!..."

"I died so unjustly! ...Give me back my life!..."

Tiger's voice was already deep and resonant, but when he deliberately raised it, it sounded about 70% like the voice of the Nationalist Army squad leader whose head had been chopped off by Kato Nobuo. The patrolling Japanese soldiers immediately recognized the voice!

"Baka! It's that KMT prisoner, over at the mine!" The newly appointed patrol captain immediately recognized the source of the voice and led his wolfhound toward the location.

"Woof woof woof woof~~"

"Woof woof woof woof~~"

"Woof woof woof woof~~"

Several dogs barked wildly, breaking free from the Japanese soldiers' control and running towards the mine, each barking louder than the last. But as soon as they approached the mine entrance, they stopped barking, as if something had grabbed their necks, standing there trembling, afraid to take another step, heads drooping, as docile as kittens!