Uncle Xu's soul didn't come out, and the soul of the Japanese soldier didn't come out either. At night, even if the spirit does not come out, it can be detected with a compass, which is not surprising.

Since there is nothing else around, then I can start to set up a formation and shout souls unscrupulously. I set up a soul shouting array with a small effective range, which probably only covers this small flat land. In fact, I don't know if this Japanese soul can understand the Chinese soul shouting soul curse.

Kicking up the battle to shout the soul, although it is jerky, but it has succeeded, which also makes me breathe a sigh of relief, and being able to shout the soul proves that it can communicate. It also indirectly shows that this Japanese spiritual god understands Chinese. I don't know how souls are housed on the island side. But everything is the same, the method is different, but the principle should be the same.

The moment this Japanese spirit came out, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss, but also a sense of pity. It's hard to put into words, I don't know how to put it, but it's probably the most miserable spirit I've ever seen, its right leg is completely gone below the knee. His left hand was also deformed, and his face was not as white as paper like an ordinary spirit, but his entire face was covered with blood and tears. It has short flat hair, but the hair has been sparse and you can't see a relatively flat scalp, and the blood holes on it form a pitted top of the head. It looks miserable. The old yellow uniform on his body was dirty, and the sparse black patches on it were no longer very conspicuous. This shows how dirty the uniform is.

Its appearance gives me a very bleak feeling, if this is a person and not a spirit, it must be a very admirable person. Although it is a spirit god now, it is still very uncomfortable to see it. It's not fear, it's not disgusting, it's an unspeakable emotion. I can't think of any painful experiences it had in its lifetime. That must be unbearable for ordinary people. To be honest, I really can't hate this miserable state of Japanese soldiers.

"Taijun, do you speak Chinese?" I don't know what to call it, but I call it by the names of the Japanese soldiers in this TV series. Although this title is a bit nondescript, but at the time I was very confused, and I only wanted to be able to afford this title.

"Hello......" Judging by the compass's reaction, it was emotional. His expression didn't change at all. There were blood stains and tears on his face, and the tears were flowing all the time, just like the old lady Xu. Unstoppable tears.

"Uh...."I was speechless for a moment, and I didn't even know how to communicate with this Japanese spirit. After thinking for a while, I continued: "Taijun, why are you like this, since you are dead, why do you still want to make people that old lady Xu?" I pointed to the new grave not far away.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know.. What's going on, I'm also... I don't know.. Because of what, I remember... This person, it's him... buried mine alive," it was very not fluent in Chinese, and I listened to it for a long time before I understood the meaning. It's funny to think about, I haven't been to Japan, and I haven't been in contact with Japanese people, but it's good, Japanese people haven't seen it, but I came into contact with a Japanese ghost.

Its tone was not angry and was calm all the time. It seems to be telling about something that has nothing to do with it.

"Is it because you hate him that you broke the wood on which he carried the coffin?" I asked.

It was slow and stammering, and I couldn't restore his complete sentence, so I'll describe it with my own understanding.

"I used to be very him, and when I saw him being carried by here, I was broken. But when I saw that he was already a dead man like me, I realized that he was dead, and when I saw him, he saw me as well, and when he saw me like this, he began to cry himself. And has been confessing to me, I don't hate him now, it's just that I don't know how to help him, because I've been dead for a long time and I know this pain of not being able to rest in peace. So I don't hate him at all now......." he replied calmly.

"Have you ever killed a Chinese?" I subconsciously asked this sentence. The Japanese soldier with such a mentality made me feel anxious to get to know him. Buried alive and trying to help him. And there is another thing that I don't understand is why this Japanese spirit god has been wandering in this place for so many years and still retains consciousness. It made me want to know if he remembered everything about his life.

"No, I'm engaged in exploration and reconnaissance, and I don't fight." It says.

I won't follow the rest of the dialogue, one is because I remember it very vaguely, but because I don't know how to describe this long conversation, I'll use a narrative to tell you about it. Or call it Taijun.

This Taijun is indeed suing for exploration and investigation, but this is also helping to make things worse, and it is not too much to end up dying in a foreign country, but it is indeed a poor person, he was only eighteen years old when he came to China, and he was only twenty-one years old when he died. Amputation due to an injury. Their team was in a hurry to carry out their mission, so they abandoned it on the outskirts of the remote village.

At that time, all the people were soldiers, and the hatred for Japanese soldiers was unprecedented. Everyone is holding back a resentment in their hearts, if they have the strength, they can't wait to hunt Japanese soldiers all over the mountains, but our side is really remote, even if the whole people resist Japan, we rarely see Japanese soldiers there. I heard my grandfather say that he often said that the Japanese soldiers came, and everyone ran up the mountain, but they never saw the Japanese soldiers enter the village. The only time he said that he had received definite news that the devil was going to pass by the current 302 National Highway, so the young people in the village were carrying hoes and pickaxes to dig up the road. Grandpa said that at that time it was a big winter, and it snowed heavily. It took seven or eight hours to walk from the village to that place, but they ran to that place with great difficulty, dug up and blocked the road, and finally found that the devil soldiers did not pass there, and everyone was busy in vain. I still remember that when I talked about this, I still said in a vigorous atmosphere: That Japanese devil is too cunning. It's so cunning. Therefore, our side was basically not affected by the Japanese soldiers.

However, one of our ancestors in Qia Ling has been conscripted for several years during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and participated in the real War of Resistance. Many thrilling stories were told to me by Master. I still have a written record of these stories, and if I have the opportunity to write them in the future, I will write them out and show you them.

Back to that Taijun Lingshen. After it was abandoned, there was nowhere to go, and the village was even more afraid to enter. I can only hide in the mountains and steal some grain grown by the villagers to live, what sweet potatoes, corn. Artichoke. Dig what you have. In this way, he also lived for almost a month. During the day, he hid in a cave in the mountains, and at night he went out to steal grain from the crops and eat.

One night, while digging sweet potatoes, he was caught by this old man Xu, who knew a little Chinese, but spoke very fluently, and was wearing a Japanese soldier's costume. It doesn't have any ability to resist. Now it's a big deal. At that time, everyone did not have enough to eat, and food was especially precious. Just when Uncle Xu was sure that he was a Japanese soldier, he didn't say a word. Picking up the hoe in his hand, he broke one of its hands.

Immediately afterwards, another hoe smashed on the top of his head, directly smashing this Taijun and fainting. At that time, Uncle Xu thought that this Taijun was dead. He was also nervous, this was the first time he had killed someone, although it was a Japanese who had been killed. That fear would also have made him lose his mind. This old man Xu did things simply, so he found a place to dig a deep pit overnight, ready to bury this Taijun.

For the sake of secrecy, this old man Xu did not dig a horizontal pit, but dug a pit of more than 1 meter vertically, and he dug the pit for most of the night until the rooster crows in the morning. I put the Taijun in it, and after putting it in, I began to prepare to fill the soil. It was at that time that Taijun was just thrown into that pit when he suddenly woke up. This awakening frightened Uncle Xu. He panicked, picked up the stick next to him and slammed it at Taijun's head.

Where can this stick be compared to a hoe, no matter how you smash it, you can't stun this Taijun, just smash it and scream. Taijun screamed while begging for mercy. In the end, he was tired and painful, and after this Taijun's physical strength was exhausted, he did not continue to resist, and this cruel reality forced him to accept this tragic fate.

(ps. This chapter adds a more for all the gentlemen who have worked tirelessly to vote for the small, and the ones who are moved are in an uproar, not much to say, are all in the wine. Really good night this time and thank you guys. Good dreams, gentlemen.) <