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A dozen men were standing outside the gate, holding flashlights and guns. Cigarettes flickered in their mouths, and they looked at us suspiciously. No one spoke.

The three of us were completely dumbfounded, because these people were all Japanese. What was going on? Could it be that the people from Sakyamuni Army really did not die, and still saved us?

Without waiting for me to think it through, one of them suddenly shouted probingly: "Is this Crown Prince?"

My whole body suddenly shook. I thought to myself, f * cking hell, if I spread the name of Crown Prince into the mouths of the Japanese, they might really think that I was a descendant of the Qing Dynasty and would use me as a hostage.

I did not say anything, but my expression was filled with fear. Suddenly, a bald man in the crowd squeezed his way through the crowd, using his electric light to scan us, and then shouted out with a trembling voice: "Fourth Master, it's Sanjin, he's here!"

This person's entire body was lined with muscles. Even though he was wearing an army coat made out of Japanese Army, it was impossible to conceal his physique and build. He had a bald square face and his eyes were filled with surprise and joy.

With a hualala sound, the figure of Fourth Uncle appeared from behind the crowd. He looked at us with tears in his eyes, and only after a while did he scold, "Bastard, it's so easy for me to find you!"

After Fourth Uncle confirmed me, only then did the people outside squeeze in, bringing me, Hai Shui and Zhu Yingqiong along as they headed out. Looking at the dark and empty ground above the Anti-wall, it was as though I was still in a dream.

The walls were filled with people. Other than the people from the Fourth Uncle, I could also see many old people. There were many corpses of beastmen on the ground, and blood was floating in the air.

Below the city walls, I saw a lot of tents, about twenty of them all built together. There were diesel generators crackling, and around the tents hung a lot of cables used by the Japanese in the past. They were connected to a lot of lamps, making the walls and walls as bright as day.

Before I could clearly see my surroundings, I was already in no mood to look around. My heart which had been in suspense suddenly relaxed as someone pushed me into a tent in a daze. Soon after, a foreigner doctor came in to help me inject and inject nutrition.

I glanced at the side, and it seemed as if Zhu Yingqiong had been carried away by a few foreigners. The ocean was completely awake, and was currently blissfully talking about something, I slowly closed my eyes, and now, I only wanted to have a good sleep, a sleep where I could have a good dream like sleep.

I had a very long and messy dream. When I woke up, I felt completely muddled. I had a high fever and had no strength left in my body. I laid weakly in the tent.

There was no one in the tent, but from time to time, he could hear mechanical sounds coming from outside. He wanted to get up and walk out, but he lacked the strength to do so. He could only lie powerlessly on the carpet as his thoughts slowly returned.

Hai Yang carried a bowl of medicine and smiled as she walked in. Seeing that I had already woken up, she said joyfully: "I thought you were going to die, f * * k, if you didn't wake up, I would have been buried alive by Fourth Master for your turtle son to accompany him in death!"

I grinned and forced a smile. Hai Yang handed me the medicine. After I finished drinking it, I asked with a hoarse voice, "What happened to me?"

Foreigner's doctor said that your physique is too weak, and you were locked up for a period of time. That's why your mind collapsed, and you will be fine after recuperating for two days. "

I asked again, "Where's Zhu Yingqiong?"

Hai Yang glared at me. "F * ck! You just woke up and you're thinking of beauties? You're the typical one who forgets about sex. Let's talk about it after you've recovered from your illness."

I saw that Hai Yang's eyes were averting her gaze, so I didn't know what was happening to Zhu Yingqiong.

Hai Shui didn't tell me much, but I realized that the Fourth Uncle had brought a large group of people here.

When the monk heard that I had woken up, he also came in to look at me while chuckling. He was still wearing the uniform of the Japanese, and I asked him why he was wearing it like that.

I thought back to the first time the gate had been opened. No wonder I'd said how it was possible for so many Japanese to suddenly appear.

I hastily asked what had happened after the monks dispersed, why did they only arrive underground now?

The monk let out a long sigh before revealing the whole story. It was indeed extremely thrilling.

When the miasma came in, he supported Fourth Uncle and ran as fast as he could, unknowingly separating himself from us, but the monk was a brave man, and at that time, we were only concerned with running straight ahead, but the monk felt that the miasma in front of us was too far away, so he decided to turn around and return to the area of the giant cricket. As long as we passed that area, the miasma would not spread.

At that time, neither Hai Yang nor Zhu Yingqiong had any thoughts of returning. If I were like the monk, then perhaps nothing that happened later on would be able to happen.

Then, they returned to the Sakyamuni Army camp. They waited there for two days, but did not see us return, so Fourth Uncle knew that we had definitely entered deep into the miasma, and got searched by the monks.

The monk brought the attendants of the Sakyamuni Army camp and searched the Wild Mountain for three days. They even found an ancient city, but they couldn't find any trace of us. They didn't even know that the underground entrance was right underneath the ancient city and had even exchanged blows with the Beastmen a few times.

Fourth Uncle was starting to get anxious. He told the monk to continue searching the mountain and then left the Wild Mountain with an assistant.

"Where did the Fourth Uncle go?" I asked the monk in bewilderment.

The monk sighed, "Actually, long before the old man was kidnapped by the British, Charles came to Fourth Master to discuss about cooperation, but the Fourth Master rejected him, and thus the British placed all their hopes on kidnapping the old man. After that, the Fourth Master originally wanted to settle the matter themselves, but they did not expect that you would disappear as well, so the Fourth Master left the Wild Mountain to find Charles to discuss cooperation, and asked him to bring his people up the mountain to help."

I suddenly realised, all of the foreigners that we were looking at were all Charles's men.

Only then did they start to enter the underground. The route was similar to the ocean, but the ocean was swept in by the dark river, while the Fourth Uncle and the others, who had the advantage of numbers of people, followed the dark river and slowly found their way in.

That's why they took a while to arrive at the Anti-wall and found us. The reason they were also wearing the clothes for the Japanese Army, aside from protecting themselves from the cold, was because they wanted to confuse the gazes of the people who were secretly attacking them.

The people who attacked them should be the same as the people who imprisoned us, but whether or not it was Hu Guangzu, we can't be sure for now, because they haven't caught him yet.

Fourth Uncle and the rest didn't know that we were imprisoned on top of the city walls. It was only because we met them on the Anti-wall that the gunfight broke out, and it was only because a few foreigners heard us shouting that they caught the attention of the Fourth Uncle. That was why they broke open the door and saved us.

The road to the deepest underground outside the Anti-wall had already collapsed, and the people from the Fourth Uncle and Charles were trying to find a way to open a path, so we were temporarily stationed underneath the Anti-wall. My heart was still filled with many mysteries and questions I wanted to ask the monk, but the monk shook his head and said that there were many things that he did not know, so he told me to go ask the Fourth Uncle myself.

After we finished eating, Fourth Uncle entered the tent and looked at me with an extremely gloomy expression. He stared at me with his eyes and sighed after a long while, "You little brat, if something really happens to you, how are you going to account to your father?"

Amongst the four disciples of the old gramps, Fourth Uncle had the best relationship with my father. After there was no news of my father's visit to Myanmar, Fourth Uncle even treated me like his own son.

I told him what happened after we left and asked urgently, "Fourth Uncle, is there any news from the old man?"

Fourth Uncle shook his head, "You should take care of yourself first. The old man is more intelligent than anyone, even if we die, he might not die. Just you wait, we'll find him eventually."

After Fourth Uncle finished speaking, he started to ask if there was anyone who had come to ask us questions or that something strange had happened after we were imprisoned. He asked a very detailed question, and only after replying did I ask the Fourth Uncle, "Who exactly are those people? Why did you imprison us? What is their goal? "

Fourth Uncle was silent for a while, as if he had made some sort of decision, before he said: "Their main goal is to imprison you, and as for Yov Dahai and Zhu Yingqiong, because these two are different from Ji Xiang and David, it's not easy for them to disappear, so they locked you up together, and their goal is to observe you!"

"Observe me?"

I'm a bit confused. I'm not an alien, and I'm not a special species.

In the end, he slowly said: "Sanjin, there are some things that I have yet to understand. Some things I have told you you and you wouldn't understand, and I don't know where to start either.

After saying that, the Fourth Uncle left. My instincts told me that there were still many hidden secrets behind this entire matter, but I was unable to find out the reason. I was extremely anxious in my heart, just how many secrets was this damn Wild Mountain hiding?

After a few more hours, I felt that my body had recovered quite a bit and that my fever had subsided, but I was still very weak. I could only lie in my tent and heard joyful shouts coming from outside.

I tried to lift myself up to look outside, but just then, the tent flap opened once more and a white foreigner in his eighties, who looked like he was holding a walking stick, walked in.

This old man was wearing a Tang suit and holding a walking stick. His body looked even weaker than mine, and his face was pale and devoid of blood. He was filled with an aura of death, as if he was about to die.

He walked into the tent and sat down by himself. Seeing my surprised expression, he smiled, then spoke to me in pure Chinese: "Hello, I am Charles!"