Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 449 Grudges
"Hey, make way, make way."

On the last day after the decision to evacuate, dozens of men were moving tables, chairs and benches inside the auditorium in the safe zone, and under the direction of women, they were placing them in as many places as possible so that more people would have room to sit.

The prostitutes who received treatment also took out some of the clothes they had brought with them. These fine materials, which would cost an ordinary family a month's wages without eating or drinking, were cut into strips by their skillful hands and, according to the instructions of the female students, were made into embellishments and hung on the walls of the auditorium used for performances.

This massive mobilization also puzzled some people in the safe zone who were unaware of the situation.

After all, this evacuation, which determined who would stay and who would go, was essentially the evacuation of the people rescued by Wang Yi and his team, and did not involve the civilians who had already entered the safe zone for refuge.

They only knew that a group of people in the safety zone voluntarily sacrificed themselves, were taken away, executed, and abused by the Japanese army outside the safety zone, and another group of people tried to escape, but they didn't know the exact number.

"Girls, what are you doing? You're still in the mood to laugh at this time? Are you preparing these?"

"Auntie, the New Year is only a month away. Look at how the Japanese are surrounding us. We don't know if we can celebrate the New Year. We sisters have figured it out. We are all going to die anyway, and when we die, we will definitely drag a Japanese with us to be buried. So why not take advantage of the time when the Japanese are not here and perform for everyone to cheer us up.

Over the years, we have either been laughing with this man or sleeping with that man. Before we die, let us behave like girls again. How wonderful it would be."

"Kid, let me go talk to them. Let us go instead. We are old and don't have many years left to live."

"Don't cry, Auntie. You have lived a long life. Live well. We should smile on this happy day."

Similar conversations occurred in the safe zone, and the terrified refugees in the safe zone also knew that there was a performance by these prostitutes in the auditorium.

Although I don't understand their actions, instead of waiting for death in fear in this safe zone, I might as well go and join in the fun. You know, on normal days, people like them can't even get a seat to watch such a performance. So when you think about it this way, hey, it's not a waste of their life.

Soon, as night fell, the auditorium was packed with people inside and outside.

It’s not that Wang Yi doesn’t want the whole thing to be open to the air, but for things like this, it’s enough to just notify everyone and there’s no need to do anything extra.

"Doctor Wang, do you think this is okay?"

"Don't tease Doctor Wang. He has a crush on someone. You are making him make a mistake~"

"Alas, I wonder which girl is so lucky to be able to marry a lover like Doctor Wang."

"Then you might as well think about Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is also a handsome man with great abilities."

"You just make fun of me, your sister, and ask for a beating~"

In the backstage preparation area, a group of young ladies were laughing and playing with joy at being able to escape and yearning for a better life in the future, which made Wang Zizhong, who came for a follow-up visit, feel embarrassed.

How could a young man like him, who was passionate about medicine and fell in love with Duanmu Ying at first sight, endure such torture? He kept thinking about how Duanmu Ying looked when he first met her. With a righteous heart, he had to examine every sister who had taken penicillin.

Wang Yi, who was standing on the high platform, looked at this scene and smiled happily.

He didn't give up until the old patriarch of the Wang family, who was also ready, came to find him.

"Master, you are ready."

"Of course, I didn't expect you to do these things at a time like this."

"People always have to have some thoughts. I don't know how many of these women cured by Zi Zhong can escape, and how many of them will return to their old ways after escaping. Old man, don't look at me like that. I have been using my beauty to please men for so many years, and everything I have gained, can I change the things that are deeply rooted in my mind with just a few words from me? Is it possible?
I just wanted to show them that there is another way to live. It is not only about using your beauty to please others to gain false respect from others. I will do my best and leave it to the next generation. But old man, I am ready to see your great work. "

"After they finish singing, it will be my turn to perform."

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

When everything was ready, these prostitutes became uneasy when they followed the female student who was in charge of hosting the show onto the stage.

Perhaps this is the first time for them to perform in front of so many people in this way. They are used to the way men look at them, but they don’t know how the people in the audience will look at them later.

Their worries were unnecessary. In this city now occupied by invaders, there were no stage lights in this only safe zone of pure land.

Except for the two bonfires on the stage, everything was pitch black. The only thing that could be vaguely seen was the identities of the audience. Most of them were the remnants of the city's military who would cover their escape from the city during tomorrow's evacuation.

Those who have not laid down their weapons and are still resisting stubbornly are all here, and are led and arranged by Lao Guo and Zhou Weiguo.

Without the pressure of being watched by everyone, they relaxed and started dancing and singing as they usually do.

And their singing, as Wang Yi, who was sitting in the crowd, controlled his true Qi to cover the entire auditorium, spread to everyone's ears and lingered in their ears.

The auditorium was silent, with only their singing voices echoing until the song was over.

Wang Yi also took advantage of the situation to use his true Qi to create a fire, lighting up the dim auditorium and reflecting the faces of the audience below the stage.

As for himself, he was the first to applaud and cheer loudly.

Zhou Weiguo at the side also clapped and said loudly in Wang Yi's ear: "It seems like you are listening to the song for the first time."

"I don't like decadent music, but this isn't one of them. Captain Zhou, you've seen a lot of these scenes. What do you think?"

"Yes, it's different."

"What's the difference?"

“It’s lively and energetic.”

"You are right!"

There was thunderous applause and cheers from the audience, and it was the first time for the sisters on the stage to feel such support.

They could see that few of the soldiers in the audience could understand what they were singing or dancing to, but they still applauded and cheered for them.

With tears in his eyes, he bowed deeply to the audience, stepped behind the scenes, and the performance ended.
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"Lao Guo, Captain Zhou, how many people can escape from the city tomorrow depends on you. We will try our best to buy time for you and attract the attention of the Japanese."

"Don't worry, someone will definitely escape. We are not worried about you because you are very capable. But Mr. Rabe, you..."

"Don't worry about me. I'm German. The Japanese don't have the guts to attack me. But if possible, can you help me take the things to your superiors?"

As he spoke, Mr. Rabe also took out several wrapped film negatives from his pocket.

"These are the films that my friends and I took when we went out to rescue people these days. These are all evidence of their crimes. If these films can be developed and made public, they will be condemned by the international community!"

Lao Guo and Zhou Weiguo looked at each other. They knew the importance of these films, but they also knew the character of the high-ranking officials of the government they were serving. Not to mention whether they could escape alive, even if they did, these things would not be made public, but destroyed instead.

It is very difficult to find a few conscientious helpers in the government, especially high-ranking officials.

Instead, Wang Yi took it and put it in his pocket.

"Don't worry, Mr. Rabe. I will help you deliver these things to the right people. After we leave, if you are still able to go out and save people, please record as much as possible, such as diaries or photos. Keep them well. Someone will come to you to get them later."

"I will."

The promise was made, and as the performance ended and the crowd dispersed, Lao Guo and Zhou Weiguo, with the remaining troops that had been gathered over the past few days and still had fighting spirit, began to make final preparations before evacuation.

Only then did Wang Yi return to the auditorium.

At this time, in the auditorium, righteous people and people of all nature gathered together, all looking at the old patriarch of the Wang family in the front, who was painting a hundred-foot-long cloth made by piecing together the clothes of those prostitutes.

He used his own vital energy as ink and painted freely on the hundred-foot scroll, muttering to himself.

"Wang Family Divine Painting originated from a branch of the Wang family of Langya during the Wei and Jin Dynasties and has been passed down to this day. It is one of the two best painting techniques.

The root of divine painting is intention. The so-called poetic and picturesque painting is the root of our Wang family divine painting. Those who practice divine painting focus on intention rather than form. When intention arrives, form will appear. However, the way changes with time. Now, in addition to our Wang family divine painting and secret painting, there is also Western painting.

Western painting emphasizes form, and when form is achieved, meaning is attached. Today, all of you young ones, please watch carefully and remember this. This is the path of innovation that I, your grandfather, have been pursuing in the second half of my life, the unity of form and meaning!"

As the old patriarch of the Wang family spoke, every prostitute who had performed on this stage before was painted on the hundred-foot-long scroll. Their every frown, smile, eyebrow and eye movement were just like a real person.

Wang, who was standing by, could see clearly that the old patriarch of the Wang family had combined the characteristics of Western portraiture with the divine Chinese figure painting.

The paintings are portraits, each of which is reduced in size according to a certain proportion, yet lifelike, just like a photograph.

But at first glance, it seems to come alive, reproducing the performances of these prostitutes just now on this hundred-foot canvas, as if it were a video projected on this hundred-foot canvas.

As soon as the painting was finished, the old patriarch of the Wang family seemed exhausted and sat down on the ground.

A mouthful of blood was spat out, and it turned into blood foam and fell on the hundred-foot canvas.

With the hard work of the old patriarch of the Wang family, this painting of a hundred beauties was given the last bit of life.

The sweet words performed on the stage just now are reproduced on this hundred-foot canvas.

"Wang Yi, tomorrow, I will use this map to explore the way for you. Let these painted-skinned evil spirits go to the den of tigers and wolves and kill those Japanese to put down their arrogance. How do you think?"

"In this case, I thank the old man for paving the way for me."

"Okay, Lu's kid, come and give me a hand."

Lu Ren, who was watching the old patriarch of the Wang family exhausting his efforts, did not expect to be called. He hurried over to support the exhausted old patriarch of the Wang family. However, just as he helped him up, he was ambushed by the other party.

After pressing several major acupoints on his body with his fingers, Lu Ren felt shortness of breath and then fainted in front of the old patriarch of the Wang family.

"I'm sorry, kid from the Lu family. It's enough for me, an old man, to die here because of the four families. If you die with them, it will be hard to explain to your grandfather when you go down. The young ones from the Lu family, come and keep an eye on your eldest young master. Even with the Ruyi Power of your Lu family, he will have to sleep for ten hours before waking up. Everyone, don't blame me, an old man, for being selfish."

"The old master is so righteous, we have no complaints."

These disciples from famous and righteous families who came with Lu Ren did not care about what the old master Wang did. After all, their identities were different. Although they were also the backbone disciples of their own sect, they were not the ones designated as heirs. It would be heartbreaking if they died, but it would not be to the extent of causing serious damage.

Lu Ren's identity as the eldest son of the Lu family is there. If he really fails here, there will be trouble in the Lu family in the future.

After all, the rule of appointing the eldest son instead of the most capable one applies to everyone from the dynasty to the family.

After the Lu family members took the unconscious Lu Ren and retreated to the crowd, old Patriarch Wang looked at the other group of Quan Xing.

"And you, all those bastards!"

"What do you want, old man?"

"Nothing, just let you be a witness."

As he spoke, the old master Wang also hobbled over to the mysterious monk Wu Man, whom he had been staring at for some time, and stared into his eyes.

"Wu Man, you will die a miserable death and will never be reborn!"

"This is what I deserve."

"Okay, then I'll go down and wait for you. Listen, Wang family, from today on, the grudges between our Wang family and Quan Xing and Wu Man are over! If you don't die after tomorrow, if you run into the Quan Xing scum here again in the martial arts world in the future, you can take revenge for your grudges and repay your kindness."

"Yes! Follow the orders of the Patriarch!"

"Alright, everyone, disperse. Whether you can survive tomorrow depends on your luck. I, your old bones, will stay here with you for this last act of mine."

After explaining everything that needed to be explained, the old patriarch of the Wang family finally calmed down, sat down on the ground, and took final steps to prepare for the evacuation tomorrow.

"Old Duan, you guys go too, I'll be fine here."

The unknown lay Buddhist Wu Man also asked Master Jin Guang and his fellow Quan Xing disciples to leave, and he sat in front of the old master Wang and recited Buddhist scriptures.

The old patriarch of the Wang family no longer had the energy to curse, and could only sit there and endure Wu Man's harassment from reading Buddhist scriptures.

Wang Yi, who had been watching the whole process, just silently memorized the last work of the old master Wang, the process of combining spirit, painting, form and meaning in his mind. If he had the chance one day, he would send it back to the Wang family.

I guess this is also the reason why Patriarch Wang asked me to watch this so-called divine painting.

Finally, Wang Yi stopped to take a look at the painting of hundreds of beauties on the hundred-foot canvas, and then walked backstage.

He had to use his skill of shaping bones and painting skins to give these prostitutes and female students a final disguise, otherwise they would escape from the city like this. With their looks, they would have no place to stay in this chaotic world, as everywhere would be filled with demon dens.

In the huge auditorium, there were only a monk, an old man, and a painter left, sitting opposite each other, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

(End of this chapter)