Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

The addition of the monstrous corpse tilted the scales of victory in favor of the Zhang family.

The Zhang family seized the opportunity to fire shots from time to time, and with each shot, someone fell.

As dawn broke through the sky, the battle finally came to an end.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the lingering stench of blood remained.

The grotesque corpse collapsed at the moment of dawn, completely mingling with the Japanese corpses.

The uninjured members of the Zhang family moved through the Japanese camp, counting the Japanese corpses and checking if there were any survivors.

The accompanying tribal doctor summoned several young men who had nothing else to do and directed them to move the wounded.

The nighttime battle was too chaotic, and many people were hit by bullets flying everywhere.

The lucky ones were only hit in the hands and feet, while the unlucky ones were shot in the torso. The most unfortunate one was hit by three or four bullets, one of which almost grazed his heart.

"These injuries are only possible because our family members have special constitutions, otherwise, tsk tsk."

The tribal doctor hid beside the unfortunate man, examining his injuries while giving a lesson to the students nearby.

Su Xingze and Zhang Qiling stood outside the camp and exchanged information about what had happened since they separated.

"Those bodies need to be gathered up and burned later," he reminded.

Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at the camp, where hundreds of corpses lay, the blood almost staining the land red.

Among so many corpses, some of them gave him a very bad feeling, causing him to instinctively feel aversion and disgust.

Zhang Qiling looked away and tightened her grip on Su Xingze's hand.

"I will have them dispose of the body properly."

There was a sudden commotion in the distance, and a member of the Zhang family ran over to report to Zhang Qiling.

"Chief, we found an injured villager in the Japanese camp."

Townspeople?

Zhang Qiling frowned slightly. Why did the Japanese bring a townsman with them when they came to besiege the Zhang family?

Su Xingze thought of Zhang Heshan's letter. Why would the Japanese suddenly want to find the Zhang family? What was their purpose in doing so?

What is the connection between this person and this matter?

Zhang Qiling also thought of this, and he stepped forward, saying, "Let's go take a look."

Su Xingze followed Zhang Qiling toward the edge of the camp, where a dozen or so members of the Zhang family were moving corpses.

The smell in the air was quite unpleasant. Su Xingze raised his hand to cover his nose, his brows furrowing.

The shell is a wonderful thing, and as its quality improves, all the senses become more and more sensitive.

Being too sensitive in one's senses isn't always a good thing, for example, right now, or when doing certain things.

Su Xingze's movements were small, so Zhang Qiling, who was walking in front, paused, took out a piece of cloth that looked like a mask, and carefully put it on him.

As soon as you put on a mask, all sorts of complicated and unpleasant odors from the outside world disappear instantly, replaced by a fresh scent of grass and trees.

Su Xingze subconsciously took a deep breath, his brows relaxed, and he looked up at Zhang Qiling in front of him, a gentle smile in his eyes, his green eyes sparkling like stars.

A hand covered his eyes, and Zhang Qiling's cool voice reached his ears: "Don't look at me like that here."

When vision is blocked, other senses become more acute.

Feeling the hidden heat in the gaze falling on him, Su Xingze blinked, tilted his head innocently, pulled down his hand, and lightly licked his palm.

Her beautiful eyes curved into a smile, and wisps of light shimmered within them.

Is that how you see it?

As she spoke, she even gave Zhang Qiling a flirtatious wink.

Zhang Qiling's eyes darkened slightly, and after a long while, he restrained himself and looked away.

The timing and the location were both wrong.

"Let's go."

When they stopped, the Zhang family members immediately moved away from the two of them, pretending they couldn't hear anything, and wisely continued to lead the way.

Zhang Qiling walked among the corpses without changing his expression.

The tomb contained everything. Having spent a long time in tombs and dealing with monsters that came out of the bronze door, he had experienced the worst environments. Zhang Qiling was quite accustomed to all kinds of unpleasant smells.

After crossing half of the camp, they stopped in front of a small tent made of tattered cloth, with some pots and pans placed nearby.

Inside the tattered tent, a middle-aged man huddled up, trembling with fear.

A member of the Zhang family was watching him from the side. He didn't dare to look at the person, and just tried his best to shrink to one side, his face as white as paper.

As Su Xingze and his group approached, the middle-aged man's face visibly paled even more, and his body trembled like a sieve.

He was terrified.

"You're strange!"

Su Xingze bent down and stared into his wide eyes, which were bloodshot. As they met, the middle-aged man's pupils dilated with fear.

The eyeballs protrude so much that it looks like they might fall out at any moment.

"You seem afraid of us?"

He turned his gaze and scanned the surroundings. This must be the Japanese kitchen, and this town resident must have been in charge of cooking before.

"You're not afraid of the Japanese, but you're afraid of us. Why?"

The moment his eyes met the green ones, a chill ran through him, and the middle-aged man suddenly screamed in agony.

"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!"

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You monsters!"

"monster!"

The middle-aged man went berserk. He reached for the kitchen knife he had hidden the night before, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent. He picked up the knife and slashed at Su Xingze, who was closest to him.

"go to hell!"

Zhang Qiling wrapped his arm around Su Xingze's waist, and with a casual hook and pull, Su Xingze was now behind him.

Then he lifted his leg, and the middle-aged man felt a heavy weight on his chest before flying backward and crashing into the tattered tent.

Zhang Qiling raised his eyes: "Ask clearly."

The tribesman standing nearby replied, "Yes."

Su Xingze glanced indifferently at the middle-aged man who was being dragged from the ruins of the tent by the Zhang family for interrogation.

"He harbors a strong hatred for the Zhang family."

Zhang Qiling saw the hatred and fear in the middle-aged man's eyes. He didn't understand it, but he was too lazy to investigate.

Leaving the strange middle-aged man behind, the two began helping to clean up the campsite.

The campsite for several hundred people was still too big; it took a whole morning just to take down the tents.

Then came the task of moving the bodies and taking inventory of any remaining usable supplies.

The Japanese brought many useful items, such as weapons, ammunition, trucks, and medicine, some of which were unavailable in China. They made a fortune from this.

The bodies of the Japanese were not removed until evening, piling up into a small mountain on the ruins left by the bombs.

Su Xingze sighed softly, "What a pity."

The scenery outside Zhangjia was quite nice, but unfortunately it was polluted by the Japanese after being bombarded by artillery fire, which was really unlucky.

Zhang Qiling understood his hidden meaning and glanced at the indescribable pile of corpses.

"Burn it."

If we leave them any longer, these corpses might turn into zombies.

The fire used for burning the corpses was certainly not ordinary fire; the clansmen standing around the pile of corpses each held a stack of spirit fire talismans.

This was brought back by Su Xingze from the martial arts world. He modified the spirit fire talisman to suit this world based on the other talisman inheritances in the Zhang family's warehouse.

Putting everything else aside, it's quite useful for burning those weird monsters.

The spirit fire talisman ignited the pile of corpses, and amidst the crackling and sizzling of oil, the strange smell, like roasted meat, grew stronger and stronger.

A few clansmen were left to watch the pile of corpses burn, while the others gradually returned to their clan territory to rest.

They have a lot to do tomorrow.