Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 414 Diary Night Talk
During the Republic of China period, after the National Government established its capital in Nanjing, it designated Nanjing as a special city directly under the National Government.

At the same time, the entire Jinling was divided into five administrative districts and named after them.

The area around Zhonghuamen where Wang Yi was at the time was the first district centered on Confucius Temple and Qinhuai River, and it was also the old city area.

However, with the spread of war, this area with the longest history and richest cultural heritage in Jinling City has long lost its former glory. It is now filled with chaos and signs of impending disaster.

In such a chaotic situation, Wang Yi doesn't mind letting it get even more chaotic.

So what happened to Lao Wang, a worker at the fertilizer factory, happened.

This was also a helpless move. Although the Japanese propaganda offensive was crude, it did work.

Originally, everyone was skeptical about rumors. When they saw leaflets flying from planes, even though they knew that the contents of the leaflets were misleading, everyone would always think that as long as there was some truth in them, they could still live their lives.

After all, for most people, as long as they don't get hurt, it doesn't matter. It's not their turn to be the master anyway, so it doesn't matter who is in charge, whether it's the Japanese or the government. As long as life is the same as before, it's fine.

So Wang Yi had no choice. He had to let them know that the Japanese came to take their lives, not to let them continue to live.

After working all night, it was already daybreak when Wang Yi returned to the closed Jianghu Inn. He said hello to Shopkeeper Lin and went back to his room, closing his eyes to relax and regulate his breathing.

Shopkeeper Lin looked at Wang Yi who was returning to his room, and knew that he had gone to the warehouse last night and took away some things, but he just didn't understand the significance of Wang Yi's doing so.

Because the city is just as chaotic, or maybe even more chaotic?
But what difference does this make? Isn't it normal that the Japanese army is getting closer and closer and the situation is getting more chaotic?
But the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Based on his understanding of this master, he would always make things bigger. It was impossible for him to do something in vain.

Thinking of this, he asked his men to go out and find out what was going on and see what new things were happening in the market.

At noon, the waiter came back and told Manager Lin about his discovery.

"really?"

"Yes, boss, I didn't lie to you. It was Wang Da, the team leader at the fertilizer factory. Today, he knelt down in front of the factory director with the money he had saved, and used the money to buy a place for his whole family to move with the factory. I followed him all the way home, and only found out the reason when I stopped him on his way home. Boss, what Wang Da said made a lot of sense. Shouldn't we make plans early?"

"Why are you worried? My whole family is in the city too. I will definitely take you with me if I leave. I have already made arrangements at the dock, and the owner upstairs has also prepared everything that needs to be prepared. If you are worried, I will shamelessly go upstairs and ask him to arrange for you to leave the city first. Anyway, there is food in the inn, so your family won't be hungry."

"Of course we know this. We have been working here for many years. How could we not know the character of you and your old boss?"

The waiter was laughing and smiling. Manager Lin's depressed mood yesterday was much better because of the news the waiter brought back from outside.

Shopkeeper Lin also looked back at Wang Yi upstairs, thought for a moment, and also ordered: "If anything is lost in the warehouse tonight, don't worry about it, don't ask, understand?"

"Boss, look at what you said. We don't have the ability to discover the methods of the person upstairs even if we want to."

"You have to remind me?! Stop the people outside too. Don't be soft-hearted. We don't have the ability to do good deeds. If we can help, we will help. If we can't help, don't hurt others and give them hope."

"I know, I know."

Everything is business as usual at Jianghu Inn. The shop is closed with doors and windows tightly shut, not giving people the opportunity to come and buy food and rice. Otherwise, once this door is opened, it will only cause more chaos.

After closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, Wang Yi was looking down from the upper floor at the people who were still squatting at the door of Jianghu Inn, unwilling to give up. He read everyone's mental activities through brain waves to determine the target for tonight.

It's a mess anyway, so it'd be better if it gets even more chaotic, to the point where everyone feels they can't stay in the city anymore.

After all, the distance between the two places is too close.

The Japanese army, which had captured Shanghai, only needed to reorganize its troops and then march all the way to Nanjing. The defense lines set up by the Nationalist government along the way were almost useless.

On the ground, the army of the old empire was slowly approaching, and on the river, the navy of the old empire was bombarding wildly. When the two lines of defense were broken, they would form a siege.

By that time, even if you want to leave, there will be nowhere to go.

After finishing his breathing exercises, Wang Yi had his lunch and went out again.

He was still like a ghost wandering in the city. He had no intention or ability to stop the chaos in the city. He could only help to the best of his ability in dealing with the injustice happening before his eyes.

Because he had too much to do, he only did a pilot project in the first district last night. Today, he saw that the effect was quite good. At least there was a group of people with some financial resources who had begun to prepare to escape.

It's not that Wang Yi doesn't want to expand the scope of the target, but he really has no choice. For people like Lao Wang, a worker at a fertilizer factory, who has elderly parents and young children to support, and who have jobs to work on, the effect of having a nightmare is most significant.

Because unless they have no choice, they will choose to stay at home and gamble on a comfortable life.

They will only make a decision if you tell them that they will lose no matter how they bet.

But for those who need one person to feed the whole family, or those who can hardly guarantee three meals a day, it makes no difference whether they have this nightmare or not. They have long lost hope in life. Even if they know that this nightmare is real, what's the use?

Just like what Manager Lin said, death is death no matter how you die. It is always an unexpected death or an unnecessary death. There is no chance of a good end.

Wang Yi could only deal with the urgent matters first and then persuade those who could barely be considered middle class to leave, so that he would have less pressure when rescuing people.

Jinling City has a total of five administrative regions. In addition to the first district where he piloted last night, there are four more administrative regions from two to five, which are suburbs.

What he had to do now was to select people like Wang Da's family, workers at the fertilizer factory, in the four administrative regions from the second district to the fifth district, and use these people as the source to radiate throughout the city as much as possible, so that they could influence as many people as possible, causing more chaos and requiring more people to run away.

So in the next two days, Wang Yi traveled to the remaining four administrative regions, selected a location, and once it was late at night, he did the same thing as he did in the first region, only with a slight upgrade.

By using the soul to leave the body, and through the state of resonance with the magnetic field of heaven and earth and relying on mental sharing, the brain waves of the target group of one's choice are connected, and an image of what one has seen in the future is implanted into them. These images are both real and unreal, thus making these people who have had a nightmare take action.

It was this process that made Wang Yi feel exhausted, but fortunately the effect was still good.

On his way back, he passed by a relatively remote area and stopped to look from a distance.

"Forget it. For the sake of the people of Jinling City, I hope you can seize this opportunity to make your reputation less unsavory after your death."

The reason why he stopped was that in this area with lush greenery, sparse population, and obviously a powerful area, there was a heavily guarded, brightly lit, Western-style building that combined Chinese and Western architectural styles. It could even be said to be the only one of its kind.

And this western-style building is called Qielu.

Anyone who knows will know who lives inside.

As for why he knew so much about it, it was because when he came to Jinling to watch a music festival in his previous life, he heard about this place from local friends. He wanted to go and see it after the music festival, but he didn't expect that the place had become a military management area. He could only see the shape of this western-style building in the photo.

Although Wang Yi was extremely reluctant at this time, the other party was after all the nominal leader of the Republic of China, the head of the national government, and the highest official in Jinling.

If he could do something humane in this disaster because of the nightmare that Wang Yi implanted in his mind, the loss of this disaster could be almost minimized.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi also found an open space to land, and his soul left his body and headed straight towards the resting place.

Compared with the Quanzhen inner alchemy method of leaving the body, the way his soul left the body was more covert and could not be seen by the naked eye.

So Wang Yi didn't have to worry about being noticed by the guards if he flew over so blatantly.

But just because the guards couldn't notice it doesn't mean there aren't experts in the mansion who can't notice it.

"You must be Wang Yi, right? Are all the rumors and actions in the city recently caused by you? It's amazing, your dream-entering skills are not inferior to those of the Quanzhen Longmen lineage."

Just as Wang Yi was about to sneak into the mansion, a voice was heard, and then a bald head appeared in the darkness. Wang Yi felt that he was no less powerful than Zhang Jingqing, the Heavenly Master. "I was saying that Jinling City is the place where Yao Guangxiao, the head of Quanxing Sect, practices. How could there not be a master for so many years? Masters really don't show their faces. Even I didn't realize that there was a master like you in the city."

"You are overpraising me. I have practiced for decades but I am still no match for you and the man from Tianshi Mansion. You are so young, but your skills are so impressive that even I am ashamed of myself."

"It is said that monks are compassionate. I don't understand why the master chose to protect this person. Doesn't the master know what he has done?"

"It's clear as day."

"Then please enlighten me, Master."

"It's just a rule. This is an agreement between all dynasties and strangers since Xiang Yu. A contender for hegemony can die in a temple, on a battlefield, or at the hands of a villain, but not at the hands of a stranger. As a cultivator in Jinling, I must also abide by this rule. Please go back, little donor."

"Since Master is so straightforward, I will also make it clear. If I really want to kill him, Master, you may not be able to stop me. There is only one reason why I don't kill him. It would be too easy for him to die like this, and it would also give him a good reputation after death. People like him should be executed in front of the people of the world. Only by giving a final verdict can we comfort those innocent people who died."

"What does the little donor Wang intend to do this time?"

"In order to save the lives of millions of people in this city, it's not too much to ask him to do something practical, right?"

"Not too much."

"Master, please make way for me. I will not kill him or hurt him."

The old monk was silent for a long time, then he sighed and made way.

Wang Yi didn't say much, he just floated past the old monk and sneaked into the mansion. Following the brain waves, he also found this guy who was too big, the most dazzling scum among the human stars in the mansion.

Despite his endless hatred for this guy, which even lowered the temperature in the room by several degrees, causing the sleeping guy to wrap himself tightly in the quilt in his sleep, Wang Yi still did not take action. He just looked around the room, and finally focused his eyes on the bookcase on the desk. Looking at the book without a title on it, he took out one and flipped through it casually.

If an outsider came in at this time, he would see this scene.

Under the dim night light, a notebook floated in the air, flipping through pages at random.

"On the evening of January 14, 1910, I went out wandering, and I don't know where I fell!"

"On January 18, I went out for a night of pleasure in the morning, and it was another irregular trip."

"On January 25th, I was walking on the road when I suddenly had evil thoughts."

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I quickly read through the diary in my hand. The contents were all the same. All the preparations were for the first article, which was about a debauchery, evil thoughts, and irregular trips.

Wang Yi was so angry that he laughed.

The writing style and narrative tone are no different from those of a certain public intellectual named Hu. No wonder the two of them can't stand each other. After all, people in the same industry are enemies.

When I think about it this way, that famous saying is indeed true. No serious person would write a diary.

Wang Yi put the diary he had read back to its original place and closed his eyes to calm himself down.

Looking at the diaries filled with books on the bookshelf, he was too lazy to flip through them. There would be nothing useful recorded in them anyway. However, they could be used as good historical materials for future public executions.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi also marked these diaries with his own marks and would pack them all up and take them away later.

It is definitely not possible now. This guy will definitely take all these things with him when he runs away. He is also afraid that after the Japanese occupy his house, they will use these diaries to publicly execute him.

After quietly leaving his mark on these diaries, Wang Yi used mental sharing to share his own images with the thing lying on the bed, and even set a timer alarm with a sense of fun.

Because he knew that this guy had no other abilities, but he was great at maintaining a healthy lifestyle.

Even during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, he got up at six o'clock every morning. His diet was very light, and he did not eat meat and fish every day as people imagined. No wonder he later became a national first-class mountaineer.

How many people in the future can be so self-disciplined even if they hold great power?

It is precisely because of this that Wang Yi wants to have a bit of a bad taste and set a timer alarm in this thing's brain, letting it feel what kind of despair and pain the soldiers and civilians who stayed in the city experienced because of his incompetence and weakness.

As soon as the dream was set, the effect was immediate.

Wang Yi could see white sweat coming out of this guy's hairless bald head, and his facial features were distorted. It was obvious that with this guy's courage, he could not endure such a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"It's uncomfortable, isn't it? Enjoy it. It's five in the morning now, and you can't get up before seven~"

With a satisfied smile of revenge, Wang Yi floated back to the sky above the mansion and looked at the old monk who had to stay by the bald man's side.

He knew that with the old monk's abilities, he naturally knew exactly what he had done in the mansion, but since the other party did not care, he had to thank him.

"Thank you for your mercy, Master."

"I just did what a Chinese should do. But I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Master, please feel free to speak."

"is that useful?"

"I don't know, but at least for me, I have a clear conscience. I gave him the opportunity, but he didn't seize it. When he takes action in the future, everyone will not have any psychological burden. I am afraid that the master will become a stumbling block for me."

"Donor Xiao Wang, you are worrying too much. I am a monk."

"Master, you are a monk. I am afraid that even if you are a monk, you will not be able to have peace. If you have anything else to ask me, please feel free to tell me."

"Since Little Donor Wang said so, then I do have a question. Little Donor Wang, do you know the cycle law of dynasties?"

"Master, do you know this?"

"This is where Yao Guangxiao, the head of Quanxing Sect, once practiced. He did not leave any methods for his descendants, but there are records of his debates with the three great masters of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Some things are not difficult to understand as long as you comprehend them."

"So Master, you think that now that we have eliminated the external enemies, the internal troubles are nothing more than another change of dynasties?"

"Isn't it? When King Hong started the uprising, what he said was no different from the internal troubles today. In the end, didn't he reap what he sowed and it backfired on him? The one inside was indeed not the leader. Maybe the one chosen by the donor was, but who can guarantee what he will do in the future? In this way, it is nothing more than another cycle."

"Ha, Master, I admire your insight, but I also want to ask you, even if it is another dynasty struggle, so what? Now that foreign races have invaded our land, China is crumbling, and the world is in chaos. Since the current dynasty is incompetent, useless and weak, what's wrong with replacing it with a new dynasty that can do things?
Moreover, the master was wrong about one thing, that is, the position I chose. The master I followed did not start a rebellion for the purpose of establishing a dynasty from the beginning. The emperor is gone, and there should no longer be a dynasty ruled by one family on this land. If there really is one, it should be a dynasty ruled by the people.

And my master, he believes that one day, the dynastic cycle will be helpless against the people of this land, one day, the dynastic cycle will be erased from the past, present, and future through him and the people who come after him. As for how to do it, please live longer and take a good look. Even when the time comes, don't block our way. Goodbye."

The old monk just stood there, looking at Wang Yi's expression and tone when he said these words. There was no sign of joking at all, as if what he said was a fact that was about to happen in the present and in the future.

Wang Yi didn't care about the old monk's psychological fluctuations. He had done his job and taken a small revenge. Now was a good time for him to go back and catch up on his sleep with satisfaction.

After Wang Yi walked away, the old monk was still standing on the roof of the mansion, and did not move until he heard the cries for help from inside the mansion and the sound of the adjutant flustered and knocking over the water cup.

The old monk then chanted the Buddha's name in vain and returned helplessly.

He had to think of a good reason to fool the thing in the mansion, lest Wang Yi do something bad with good intentions and bring bad luck to himself, the helpless guardian.

(End of this chapter)