Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 450 Painted Skin
December 23, 1937.

This was the day Wang Yi and his team chose to lead their men to break out and evacuate.

This day was chosen for two reasons.

The first point is that according to what the two old veterans, Master Jin Guang and the old patriarch of the Wang family, although Fucheng, a blessed land artificially created by violating the law of conservation of energy, has various wonderful uses, it is not a trap or killing array in essence.

Gathering so much Qi of heaven and earth here without dispersing it requires an adaptation process for Fucheng, a man-made paradise. It requires the so-called Lord of Fucheng to integrate with it so that these majestic Qi of heaven and earth can have the function of self-identification according to the Lord's ideas, and be used to irrigate those people who need to be subtly nourished by these Qi of heaven and earth.

This process is not long, but it is not short either.

According to the two old hands, a process similar to dripping blood to recognize the master is required. Only after completing this process, the Japanese expatriates who were relocated here to settle down and the native Japanese people can enjoy the service of having a huge amount of Qi of heaven and earth to comb their body meridians while eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping.

Based on Wang Yi's perception and resonance of the Qi of heaven and earth in the city through magnetic field martial arts, it was determined that the final step to complete the so-called Fucheng plan would be today.

The second point is the Japanese troops currently stationed in the city.

According to Wang Yi's investigation during this period, the number of Japanese invaders stationed in the city is currently between 20,000 and 30,000.

Yes, there were only this number of Japanese troops in Nanjing City at that time. However, this number of Japanese troops, which was far smaller than the military and civilians stranded in the city, created a horrific massacre that lasted for six weeks.

Sad, deplorable, hateful.

But for Wang Yi and others, it is an opportunity.

The 20,000 to 30,000 Japanese troops still far outnumbered the defeated troops in the city that Lao Guo and Zhou Weiguo had gathered with the remnants of the teaching corps, and they still remained armed.

But it does not mean that we are powerless to fight.

Both sides have different factors to consider. These Japanese troops are large in number, but some of them are scattered to guard the city gates, and another part is doing other inhumane things. As long as these Japanese troops scattered to various districts in the city are in a panic at the first moment, unable to quickly assemble troops and react.

That would buy Lao Guo and his men enough time to open the city gates and cover the refugees' retreat.

In a nutshell, the prerequisite for the success of the evacuation plan is that these extraordinary people, these practitioners led by Wang Yi, can create enough chaos that is big enough and numerous enough.

Otherwise, everything is empty talk.

Winter slowly rises, and the sun shines on the silent safe zone, but it does not bring a trace of warmth. It only reminds the refugees in the safe zone that they are worried and the day has come again when their life and death are in the hands of others.

Wang Yi sat at the top of the auditorium and slowly opened his eyes. Like every practitioner, he took in the first ray of Qi from heaven and earth brought by the sunrise.

But this time he did not succeed. The wisp of Qi of heaven and earth followed Wang Yi's guidance, lost its direction half a mile in front of the safe zone, and flew towards another place.

"It is said that when luck strikes, heaven and earth are on your side, but when luck is gone, heroes are left without freedom. After so many years, this is the first time I feel that the magnetic field of heaven and earth that I resonate with is so unfamiliar to me. So, that must be your base camp."

Wang Yi had already been mentally prepared for the situation where he would no longer be able to absorb and exhale the Qi of heaven and earth for cultivation.

This means that the other party's Fucheng plan is only one step away. Now he is unable to absorb the Qi of heaven and earth into his body for storage and cultivation, but he can still control the true Qi that he had stored before.

If you wait until the other party really merges the city lord with Fucheng, let alone severing the connection between heaven and earth, every attack launched by your own true Qi, as long as it is within the range of Fucheng, will be separated into the Qi of heaven and earth within Fucheng as soon as it is launched.

At that time, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you will still be afraid of a kitchen knife.

While Wang Yi was sighing, he also looked into the distance in the direction where the Qi of heaven and earth was gathering. He knew that was where he was going to go on a killing spree next, but now was not the time.

He couldn't move first.

While Wang Yi was quietly waiting for the opportunity, there was a commotion in the safe zone.
It was a small group of Japanese troops. Unlike the previous ones who came in and arrested people at will, this time they drove trucks in. The trucks were empty, and I guess they would not stop until they were fully loaded.

The leading Japanese officer was in a car that stopped at the entrance of the auditorium. The one who got out was Mr. Rabe, who had already cooperated with Wang Yi. "Commander Matsuda, please wait outside with your soldiers. I will go and ask them to come out. If you insist on making trouble here while you are waiting, I think, with my prestige in the hearts of these people, it should be no problem for them to commit suicide now. You don't want to fail in front of your superiors, do you?"

"Mr. Rabe, thank you for your cooperation. I will restrain my soldiers, but please remember that you only have one hour."

"I know."

Mr. Rabe's face was as gloomy as water. He walked quickly to the door of the auditorium and stopped. He made the sign of the cross on his chest and knelt on the ground silently, as if asking God for forgiveness.

The Japanese soldiers who were waiting there regarded his pretentiousness as a source of amusement.

Wang Yixiao, who was watching all this silently in the dark, said: "I didn't expect that Mr. Rabe is also a natural actor."

After saying that, Wang Yi returned to the auditorium.

As the door of the auditorium was pushed open by Mr. Rabe, the sound of the door opening also awakened the righteous disciples who had been waiting for this moment in the auditorium, including all the disciples of Quanxing Sect, from their closed eyes and breathing exercises. They all looked at Mr. Rabe who walked in alone.

"Mr. Wang, they are already here."

"I saw it, old man, it's your turn."

"Why are you so impatient? Close the door. We need to do enough foreplay."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Rabe also closed the door, so that the Japanese soldiers waiting outside the auditorium, although they were itching and aroused, did not dare to move at all.

As the door closed, everyone looked at Patriarch Wang, who had been sitting in meditation all night with the mysterious Buddhist monk Wu Man on the stage of the auditorium, and at the hundred-foot canvas behind him, his painstaking work - The Picture of One Hundred Beauties.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows into the auditorium and onto the hundred-foot canvas on the stage.

The old Patriarch Wang then slowly stood up. Overnight, the old Patriarch Wang seemed to have aged dozens of years. At first glance, it felt like he would pass away at any time.

The old man looked at the last work of his life that he had painted using his family tradition with a smile on his face, and said aloud.

"Girls, the guests are waiting outside, stop crying, pack up and get ready to receive the guests~"

Following a wave of the hand from Patriarch Wang, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the closed auditorium.

The breeze blew up the hundred-foot canvas spread on the stage, and the dust that fell on the canvas was like awakened elves dancing in the sunlight.

At the call of Patriarch Wang, the hundred-foot canvas seemed to come alive.

And from this hundred-foot canvas, there were also voices that sounded like weeping and complaining.

"Grandpa, I don't want to leave you, can you please not go~"

"I don't want to serve the Japanese. None of these shorty guys can make me happy!"

"Alas, sisters, this is our fate. Accept it. Clean yourself up and dress up nicely. Don't go out and embarrass us sisters."

Voices echoed in the auditorium, some expressing resentment, some expressing anger, some expressing joy, some expressing sadness, and some expressing tears, reflecting all aspects of life.

If not for the people present who witnessed with their own eyes last night how old Patriarch Wang used the characteristics of Western and Chinese paintings, integrating form and meaning, and painting with divine touch.

Just by listening from outside, one would start to imagine what was going on inside the door.

They were like this, and the Japanese soldiers outside the door who came to capture these prostitutes and female students were even more so.

Many of them could understand Chinese, and perhaps understanding Chinese would prove that the German named Rabe had not lied to them and that he was really working on the women's minds. However, due to their superiors' orders, they could only wait here and could not make any other movements, which made them even more eager and thirsty, and they wished they could rush in and have a taste of their beauty right now.

And inside the auditorium, the change continues.

One can hear that these women painted on this hundred-foot canvas by Patriarch Wang seem to treat the canvas they inhabit as a huge fitting room.

The sound of hurried footsteps, the sound of bottles breaking when accidentally knocked over, and the screams of women teasing each other were all audible.

However, on this canvas, these female portraits did not move at all, they just merged into one with the hundred-foot canvas, turning into a long screen.

And inside this screen is a fragrant and erotic scene that makes people imagine.

"Okay, stop dawdling. You have to come out to meet people. Hurry up. The guests outside can't wait."

This kind of lewd music lasted for about half an hour before it gradually became quieter, and the old master Wang also shouted at the right time.

"Okay, Grandpa, we are ready..."

Following a response, the hundred-foot canvas that was standing like a long screen became silent. After a while, the sound of clothes tearing came from the canvas.

‘Stab it! ’

It can be seen that on this hundred-foot canvas painted with scaled-down portraits of hundreds of prostitutes and female students, the area where each woman's portrait is located is torn apart along the edge of the portrait by an invisible external force.

In the blink of an eye, the hundred-foot canvas that had just stood there like a long screen turned into cloth of the same size floating slowly in the sky.

There is a woman on each piece of cloth.

"Come~"

Patriarch Wang gave a light shout, and the pieces of cloth fluttering in the sky began to grow in the wind.

It began to take human form, first the limbs, then the body, and then the eyebrows and eyes.

A quarter of an hour passed as if it happened yesterday.

Those hundreds of prostitutes and dozens of female students, some beautiful and charming, some pitiful, were presented vividly before everyone's eyes.

If they had not seen this scene with their own eyes, it would have been difficult for them to realize that these women were not human.

Her every frown and smile, temperament, figure, and speech are exactly the same as those of a real person.

Mr. Rabe, who was cooperating with Wang Yi, was stunned at this time, with his mouth opened as wide as possible. If Wang Yi had not quickly supported it with his hand, his mouth would have been dislocated.

"Hey, this, who on earth are you..."

"Why, Mr. Rabe, you haven't seen people like us in your country?"

"I've only heard of it, but never seen it. Our head of state has established a parascience research department. It seems that a man named Johann Schmidt is the director, and the head of state has great trust in him.

If that John Schmidt is the same person as you, then I can understand why the Führer would set up such a department and why he would trust him so much. Mr. Wang, you don't look right. Do you know this John Schmidt?"

"Haha, I've never heard of this person."

Wang Yi said with a wry smile. He was no longer surprised by Yiren, who had low martial arts skills but high level of profound knowledge and a sci-fi worldview.

At this rate, it wouldn't be surprising if an Egyptian group popped up to fight Dio someday. No, given Dio's characteristic of being vulnerable to the light in the early stages, he might have been killed instantly by Da Qiao without even leaving a head.

Wang Yi stopped the wild thoughts in his mind after hearing a familiar name, and looked at the old master Wang who had pulled so many painting spirits from the painting world into reality.

If he didn't know that he had personally disguised those prostitutes and female students with the art of bone-shaping and skin-painting last night and arranged them in the evacuation team, he would still be confused now.

In particular, there were some guys who didn't believe in evil and tried to touch others clumsily, but they were slapped away by the other party and given a sidelong glance. Just this one slap and sidelong glance made someone shout loudly.

"Fuck! It's true! That... Ugh!"

Before this guy could shout out, his friend beside him quickly covered his mouth, fearing that his friend would say something vicious and embarrass himself as well.

Wang, on the other hand, saw it clearly.

The essence of these women is a group of human Qi. What supports their every move, every frown and smile is the spirit of painting that was transformed from the blood that old Patriarch Wang spat out last night.

"It's really a masterpiece of magic, hiding the truth from the world."

"As I said, although the man-made blessed land of Fucheng has infinite uses, it is sometimes very dull. As long as the Lord of Fucheng has not combined with the city, he will not be able to tell whether these women here are a group of Qi or a person. You brats have no sense at all. Don't you know what to do at this time?"

The Wang family members, who were also stunned by their grandfather (uncle), finally woke up from their dream. They randomly selected dozens of women, took out brushes, and applied the divine Qi.

Then they drew a boundary gate on the clothes that supported them.

Divine painting. Multiple gates!

“Picture within a picture?”

"Indeed." After replying to Wang Yi, Patriarch Wang also picked a boundary gate and looked at Quan Xing on the field. "Quan Xing bastards, who wants to go with me to kill the Japanese beasts?"

"I come!"

"I come!"

"Brother, don't fight with me for this job. You know, I've been in the martial arts world for so long, and I'm still..."

"You're saying I'm not a virgin. Even though it's a fake virgin, it's better than nothing. I'll screw you!"

While they were vying for the position, dozens of Quanxing disciples attached themselves to the divine Qi and hid themselves on the clothes of these painted spirit women. The last position was occupied by the unknown layman Wu Man, who walked in while chanting Buddhist scriptures.

As for why Patriarch Wang chose Quan Xing instead of the righteous disciples.

The reason was very simple. He knew where the women in the paintings would be sent. In that place, the women had already been murdered. It was not easy for these righteous children to adapt to that kind of scene. It might even lead to mistakes when they took action and they might die for no reason.

But for these Quanxing disciples who have committed numerous evil deeds and have not done a single thing in their lives, this is nothing strange.

When everything was ready, Wang Yi looked at the remaining Quanxing disciples and the righteous disciples who had not yet been divided into groups, and waved his hand.

The magnetic field martial arts distorts the light and merges them with the surrounding environment and air.

After doing all this, Wang Yi nodded to Mr. Rabe.

Mr. Rabe came to his senses and quickly adjusted his emotions and calmed down. After a long while, he put on a painful expression of knowing that he had committed a serious sin, took heavy steps, and reopened the door of the auditorium.

As the door opened, these painted spirit women passed Mr. Rabe and filed out, showing themselves in the most authentic postures and emotions in front of the Japanese soldiers who came to arrest people.

(End of this chapter)