Chapter 55: Ziwu Yuanyang Yue

The Japanese army headquarters moved from Lushun to Fengtian the day after the incident, and moved from Fengtian to the puppet capital of Manchukuo the following year.

At this time, there was only one command center left in Fengtian. It was a three-story building built by the Japanese invaders imitating European classical modern architecture, covering an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters.

It was already midnight, but the Japanese headquarters was still brightly lit. Even though they had occupied Fengtian for nine years, the area around the Japanese headquarters was still strictly guarded and patrolled constantly.

In an alley at the corner, Zheng Wenjie and Gong Ruomei looked at the Japanese headquarters across the street.
"Last month, the Japanese invaders awarded the medal to Ma San here." Gong Ruomei, wearing a black tight-fitting robe, muttered to herself while holding the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue in both hands. Of course she hated him, she hated Ma San but she hated the Japanese invaders even more.

"Go ahead. Lao Jiang and the others are waiting for you at the train station." Looking at the Japanese squad patrolling this way, Zheng Wenjie said softly, putting his palm on Gong Ruomei's back and pushing lightly.

Zheng Wenjie recalled the question Gong Ruomei asked him after she woke up: "Is it difficult to kill someone?" He told her that killing an enemy is not difficult!
Gong Ruomei was originally a martial artist and had a decisive side to her character. She was pushed onto the street by Zheng Wenjie and approached the patrol team.

The patrolling Japanese soldiers saw the woman coming and were not alert, but the leader saw Gong Ruomei with her hands behind her back and dressed in black and was a little suspicious. He took off the rifle hanging from his shoulder and said to Gong Ruomei: "Stop, raise your hands, where are your ID cards?"

Gong Ruomei stood there, closed her eyes and did not move. The leader of the Japanese invaders waved his hand, and the whole team got serious, raised their spears and surrounded Gong Ruomei.

Even if they had to take a detour, few people would pass by the Japanese headquarters in the middle of the night. Moreover, the entire Third Division stationed outside Fengtian City a few days ago had no survivors, and even the buildings were destroyed. No clues could be found, and the entire Guandong army was on guard.

"Speak! Identification!" The leader of the Kou army shouted loudly, and even the guards of the headquarters building were alarmed, and two soldiers came over here.

Gong Ruomei gradually regained her composure, her eyes slowly opened, revealing yellow pupils that looked a little weird under the streetlights, her lips parted, revealing snow-white fangs.
"Fire!" the leading Japanese invader shouted. Before he pulled the trigger, a gap appeared on his neck. The gun fell powerlessly to the ground. The Japanese invader's face became ferocious. Fear suppressed all the senses in his body. He turned around and looked behind him.
All the team members were killed, their bodies fell to the ground, all the team members had half of their heads cut open, revealing the bleeding necks, the leading Japanese invader could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, before he died, he seemed to see a shadow enter the headquarters building

Zheng Wenjie did not move his feet, and kept looking at Gong Ruomei. Except for the Japanese invaders who were leading the group, Gong Ruomei might not have adapted to the power of being a zombie yet, so she only cut his throat, which made him hold out for a few more seconds.
The Japanese invaders behind had their necks half-cut open. The Ziwu Yuanyang Yue in Gong Ruomei's hand was customized according to her height and hand length. The blade was not long enough, otherwise a wave of the hand would have cut off a head.

When Gong Ruomei showed the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue to Zheng Wenjie, she said that this weapon had both offensive and defensive capabilities, and could be used for blocking with its "bear back", "fish tail" and "deer antlers", and for attacking with cutting, stabbing and slashing.

Gong Ruomei killed them with just one slashing move and a circle of Bagua Steps. All that was left of the Japanese invaders present were their slit necks and heads supporting the ground.

Zheng Wenjie was a little envious. If he used his weapons to fight against these seven people, he would definitely get some blood on his body if he was not careful. And he would definitely not be as fast as Gong Ruomei to pass by without a single stain.

Twisting his neck, Zheng Wenjie quickly cleared out the remaining patrol teams around him, and only stepped into the building after he was done.

Glancing at the dead bodies scattered on the floor of the hall and listening to the chaotic noises coming from upstairs, Zheng Wenjie stood in the middle of the hall on the first floor, transformed into a zombie, closed his eyes and listened to the movements around him. He was not worried that Gong Ruomei would get into trouble, but to prevent a Japanese pirate from escaping.
After listening for more than ten minutes, Zheng Wenjie looked towards the stairs. Gong Ruomei was holding a large enamel bowl and walked down the stairs step by step to Zheng Wenjie. The Ziwu Yuanyang Yue was hanging around her waist, and she had already released her zombie form.

Gong Ruomei handed the large bowl filled with bright red blood to Zheng Wenjie, her voice trembling a little: "It's still hot."

Zheng Wenjie took the enamel and looked at the blood on Gong Ruomei's hands and mouth. He knew that she had been attracted to blood and had gone crazy. She had sucked human blood.

Zheng Wenjie opened his mouth and drank the blood in the enamel.

"Don't smash it! Give it to me."

Seeing Zheng Wenjie almost throwing the bowl away, Gong Ruomei hurriedly said, "This is an enamel from the Yongzheng period. There are more in an office on the third floor. I also saw a jade cup covered with glass. I want to take them all away."

"Take it away, take them all. My Gong Er is not only powerful, but also knowledgeable. She knows all about these antiques." Zheng Wenjie lifted the enamel bowl in his hand to look at it. To be honest, he could not appreciate this kind of antiques.

"I've heard my father talk about it, but I prefer calligraphy and painting." Gong Ruomei's attention was slightly diverted by what Zheng Wenjie said, and her voice became steady.

"Then let's go and collect all the stolen things." Zheng Wenjie took down the red coffin that automatically stuck to his waist and opened the lid. The coffin emitted a red light that covered the enamel, and took the enamel that had shrunk to the size of a finger into it.
Having just seen the power of the red coffin, Gong Ruomei still found it magical when she saw it again, but she still stopped Zheng Wenjie, her expression changed a little, and she said twistedly: "Wait for me here, I'll take it down, don't go up!" Zheng Wenjie was a little curious and pointed to the corpse on the ground: "What's wrong? I've seen it before."

"No." Gong Ruomei bit her lip and said truthfully, "I just couldn't control myself and sucked blood. You said that biting people would turn them into zombies. I was a little worried. I don't know what I was thinking just now. I, I cut the body into pieces."

Zheng Wenjie felt a little toothache. He knew why Gong Ruomei didn't let him go up, but he didn't want Gong Ruomei to become some kind of perverted murderer.

What is it like to dismember a body the first time you kill someone? If Zheng Wenjie were to do this, he wouldn't feel anything physically but would feel sick mentally.

"It's okay, you did a good job. Otherwise, if the Japanese invaders turned into zombies, you know how much harm it would cause to people. Just don't do this next time. Just chop off their heads before they turn into zombies." Zheng Wenjie hugged Gong Ruomei into his arms, patted her on the back and said

Close to Zheng Wenjie's arms, Gong Ruomei's tense emotions relaxed a little. She has always been a strong or even stubborn person, but every time she got close to Zheng Wenjie's arms, she seemed to soften.

"Let's go, I've seen everything, let's go collect the treasures together!" Zheng Wenjie laughed out loud, holding Zheng Wenjie's hand and going upstairs. In fact, there were not many people in the Japanese command center at this time. Most of the senior officials had gone to the puppet capital of the puppet Manchukuo.
Besides, it was the middle of the night, and there were only about a hundred Japanese invaders including those on duty.

After the cleanup was completed, Zheng Wenjie led Gong Ruomei all the way to the train station and said, "I've asked Lin Hu. You should go to Guangzhou Shatou Station first, and then transfer directly to Kowloon from there. Remember, don't be patient, otherwise you will lose your mind and smoke anyone you see. There will be Japanese invaders along the way. Try to deal with them. Don't make them too big and affect your trip."

Gong Ruomei stopped, pulled Zheng Wenjie and said, "I will stay with you. Uncle Jiang can also do what you want to do in Hong Kong Island."

Zheng Wenjie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just now at Gong's house, Gong Ruomei had agreed to leave first.
"But I only trust you, and this is for our future. Do you want to kill people often in the future? Killing the Japanese invaders is okay, but what about the future? Besides, with the magatama, we can contact each other at any time. It won't be long before I come to find you."

Gong Ruomei nodded silently. She knew that Zheng Wenjie was right and she had already agreed with Zheng Wenjie's idea. However, she still felt reluctant when she thought about separation, even if it was only for a while.

Arriving at the train station, Lao Jiang and Lin Hu were already waiting in the waiting room. Seeing Gong Ruomei coming in, Lao Jiang handed the cage containing the little monkey to San Jiangshui, holding a mink coat and strode over: "Miss, son-in-law, you are back. Did you encounter any problems?"

"It's okay, Old Jiang. Is everyone ready?" Gong Ruomei asked, taking the mink coat and putting it on.

"Everything is ready. There is still half an hour left. You can get on the bus now!"

Gong Ruomei nodded, suddenly turned to look at Zheng Wenjie, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Zheng Wenjie's lips.
"I'll wait for you in Hong Kong Island!"

Zheng Wenjie nodded and hugged Gong Ruomei. Lin Bao and the others had already packed their luggage and were saying goodbye to Lin Hu and Zhang Tianci.

There were not many people in the waiting room, and Gong Ruomei and others did not line up. A train with only three carriages was ready to go. It was easy to enter the Northeast region, but it was difficult to leave. A pass issued by the Japanese invaders was required.

Lin Hu spent a lot of money to arrange everything. Zheng Wenjie, Lin Hu and Zhang Tianci watched Gong Ruomei and others pass the inspection and board the train. Only when nothing went wrong did they turn around and return to the Gong family.

Zheng Wenjie asked Gong Ruomei to go to Hong Kong Island first mainly to solve the cancer in Daxing'anling, and also to let Gong Ruomei become famous in Hong Kong Island as soon as possible.
It's not the fame in the martial arts world, but the fame in the medical field. After knowing Gong Ruomei's special abilities, Zheng Wenjie gave up the plan of spending money directly to build a blood bank.

Gong Ruomei's ability is to restore vitality, not only for herself, but also for others
He made up an excuse to fool Lao Jiang and used Lao Jiang's gunshot wound for an experiment. It only took a few seconds for the wound to heal. Theoretically, as long as Gong Ruomei's bloodline power was sufficient, even the most serious scars could be healed.

The effect was so strong that Zheng Wenjie naturally gave up his original plan and discussed with Gong Ruomei to open a clinic in Hong Kong Island first, compile a unique ancient prescription for bloodletting to treat diseases, and then open a private hospital after expanding his reputation.
Things will get better and better in the future. Zheng Wenjie will not kill innocent people and suck blood everywhere. The times will develop. In the future, there will be cameras or population censuses everywhere. If the number of missing people increases, it will naturally attract attention.

There is no need to worry about the taste and energy of the stored blood being lost, but as long as it is preserved properly, if the quality is not enough, the quantity can make up for it and it will still be satisfying. You don’t have to suck human blood yourself, and you won’t feel any guilt.

(End of this chapter)