"He is the devil of China..."
The Japanese soldiers were terrified and retreated repeatedly. They had never seen anyone who could not be killed by gunfire before. What else could they be but a devil?
Because all the Japanese soldiers who had witnessed Xiao Weihua's skills were already dead.
"Baka yarou, charge! Kill him!"
Kazuo Yamamoto was furious. "These bastards!"
He drew his katana and swung it forward.
"Go! He's at his last gasp! Kill him!"
How could Yamamoto Kazuo not avenge the murder of his father?
The Japanese soldiers looked at each other, but ultimately dared not disobey orders. Trembling, they picked up their guns and pulled the triggers.
"Bang bang bang!"
Xiao Weihua, whose legs were completely crippled, was unable to move and was immediately shot several times, but did not die instantly.
He grinned menacingly, and with his last bit of strength, threw the large cleaver in his hand at the Japanese captain.
With a "whoosh!" sound, the meter-long cleaver streaked across the sky like a meteor and plunged straight into Yamamoto Kazuo's chest.
"Well……"
A look of disbelief crossed Yamamoto Kazuo's face, and with a loud thud, his body collapsed to the ground.
"The captain is dead..."
The remaining four Japanese soldiers looked at each other, then scattered.
Only Xiao Weihua and Yamaki Kazuo, both on the verge of death, and the torn corpses of Japanese soldiers remained on the spot.
Fresh blood slowly flowed out, soaking the soil.
A gust of wind blew by, and a figure appeared.
"That's interesting..."
Jiang Chen appeared, stood with his hands behind his back, and stepped down from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.
Xiao Weihua could feel that his blood was almost drained. Just then, he saw a figure in front of him, but he couldn't see it clearly. His consciousness was fading, and he was on the verge of death.
"Who is this person? Is he a villager? I'd rather have a proper burial than have my body left to rot in the wilderness..."
Xiao Weihua had not completely lost consciousness and was still thinking to himself.
Just then, the figure leaned down and bit Xiao Weihua's neck. Xiao Weihua immediately felt a pain in his neck and then lost consciousness.
"Hmm... I see..."
After absorbing Xiao Weihua's memories, Jiang Chen revealed a thoughtful expression.
At this time, it was the end of the dynasty. The new dynasty was unstable, with internal warlord conflicts and external invasions by Japanese pirates, and the world was in chaos.
Of course, Jiang Chen was not interested in these things.
The only thing that interested him was the martial arts skills that Xiao Weihua had just displayed.
Otherwise, humans are no different from ants to him, so how could they provoke him to take action personally?
"Xiangtan...Renjia Town...Xiao Ning...Martial arts...Interesting..."
"Could this person be a pawn planted by Nuwa?"
Jiang Chen seemed to be deep in thought, and glanced towards the southwest.
Then, with a single step, his figure vanished.
After an unknown amount of time, as dawn broke, Xiao Weihua slowly awoke.
"Huh? What's going on? I'm not dead?"
Xiao Weihua looked around and realized that it was still the place where he died, not the underworld he had imagined.
He moved his hands, touched his body, and moved his legs.
My leg... is it healed?
Suddenly, Xiao Weihua seemed to sense something, and his whole body stiffened.
He looked at his legs, where they had been blown off by Japanese artillery shells, but were now completely healed.
"What exactly happened...?"
Xiao Weihua was completely baffled by this sudden turn of events.
"uh-huh……"
Suddenly, Xiao Weihua groaned, feeling as if countless pieces of information were being crammed into his mind, making his eyes bulge and his head split open.
"I became a second-generation zombie of the Jiangchen zombie clan..."
After a long while, having processed the information in his mind, Xiao Weihua muttered to himself.
"I...I'm not human anymore...I've become a zombie, hated by everyone..."