The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

Zhou Ming opened the small box opposite him. On the top was a letter with the four large characters "Zhou Mingjun Qi" at the top, and below it was signed "Old Man Sanwu".

After picking it up, there was another letter for Wang Wen underneath. Zhou Ming took it out and handed it to Wang Wen, who was standing next to him.

The two exchanged a glance, knowing this was a purge, and then opened the letter to read it.

After a moment, Zhou Ming slowly closed his eyes and exhaled, as if a pent-up frustration had been released.

“Since the Three Witches are dead, let’s just let it all go,” Wang Wen said quietly from the side.

Zhou Ming nodded. The old man, who was over 90 years old and about to die, personally came out of seclusion to clean up his own sect, which was essentially atoning for his sins with his own life.

After killing his three disciples, the man was exhausted and, after writing a letter to his friend at the Celestial Master's Mansion to explain his final arrangements, he died.

Looking at the remaining items in the box, there were three thick books, each inscribed with the words "fragrance of wine and tobacco," representing a lineage of tradition.

In the letter, the three old witches entrusted this inheritance to Zhou Ming, hoping that if he had the opportunity, he would pass it on, whether as his own family heirloom or to pass it on to a promising young person.

"Thank you for making this trip, Daoist Master." Zhou Ming glanced up at the three heads and then said to the young Daoist Master.

The young Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I still need to show this item to the others, so I won't stay here any longer."

Zhou Ming nodded, watching the other person's back, and ultimately decided not to keep the three heads.

After all, it wasn't just Fifth Brother who died tragically because of the betrayal of those three; there were others as well.

Furthermore, the letter from the three old witches also stated that the bodies of the three had been thrown into a canyon, and their heads would be burned and thrown into the sea after everyone had seen them.

From this perspective, the Three Witches Elder also deeply resented his three disciples, causing them to lose their honor and reputation in their later years.

The box in his hand disappeared; Zhou Ming was no longer in the mood to look at the three manuals.

"Immediately reorganize the position and deepen the trenches," Zhou Ming said to the surrounding area.

Chapter 88 The Unwelcome Visitor

The blood eagle soared high in the sky, surveying its surroundings, and soon spotted the commotion in the distance.

A large number of Japanese soldiers were approaching Luodian. Blood Eagle flew over and surveyed the entire column from top to bottom.

A division has approximately 28000 men; this is the top-tier, fully-staffed Class A division.

Zhou Ming crouched in the trench, his brows furrowed slightly. This newly arrived division had a considerable number of tanks and artillery, so the upcoming battles would probably be tough.

Just then, a slight commotion arose behind the lines.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ming turned around and asked.

"I'll go ask!" The knight immediately set off, walked behind him, and returned shortly afterward.

"Boss, a group of superhumans wanted to enter our territory to assist us, but they were stopped by the Blood Demon soldiers," the Ranger said.

"That's strange, there really are people running into our group of demons and monsters," Zhou Ming said, squinting his eyes.

"Who would call themselves a demon or monster?" Liu Yan, who had been quiet all along, couldn't help but mutter a complaint from the side.

"Yanzi, that's just Xiaoming's personality, don't take it too seriously," Wang Wen said with a light laugh from the side.

"Send them away. Just say we have plenty of extraordinary people here, we don't need so many," Zhou Ming said, waving his hand.

"Yes!" The ranger nodded and walked towards the back.

"We just want to do our part, why can't we go over there?"

As the wanderer approached, he saw a middle-aged man shouting loudly. The man had dark skin and looked very robust.

He didn't exude any masculine energy; instead, he had a slightly sinister aura. His tone and actions didn't resemble those of a typical effeminate man at all, which felt rather strange.

“That’s right! You bunch of Japanese soldiers are nothing but Zhou Ming’s slaves. What right do you have to make decisions for your master?” A middle-aged man with a mustache shouted from the side.

The blood demon soldiers blocking the group were expressionless, but their eyes were extremely fierce and filled with murderous intent.

They are indeed the master's slaves, but only the master and his companions are superior to them. What are these guys?

Although the Blood Demon Soldier's will was twisted and he recognized Zhou Ming as his master, his original will and thoughts did not disappear.

"What are you all yelling about?" the ranger said as he walked over with a cold snort.

As a seasoned veteran, and a seasoned gangster at that, he was very clear about the thoughts of those who wanted to cause trouble.

Without a word, he unleashed his Qi, which instantly enveloped his entire body, and a mental and conscious intent locked onto the seven or eight people.

The dark-faced man frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Where did this nobody come from, yet he possessed such formidable strength?

The middle-aged man with the mustache froze, feeling as if a sharp object was pressed against the back of his head.

Seeing the seven or eight people quiet down, the wandering knight snorted smugly and then said, "Our boss said that there are enough superhumans here, you can go somewhere else."

The seven or eight people who heard this wanted to refute it, but the next moment they saw more than a dozen blood demon soldiers around them unleash their blood demon power.

"Such dense blood demon power! Just how many people have these guys devoured?" the middle-aged man with the mustache exclaimed inwardly. Based on his understanding of the Blood Demon Curse, he knew that under these circumstances, they would have already turned into beasts.

Looking at the cold-faced Blood Demon soldiers standing all around, the middle-aged man with the mustache couldn't hide the burning passion in his heart.

"A more complete Blood Demon Curse? Or are all the negative effects described in those books fake, just a bluff?" the middle-aged man with the mustache thought to himself.

As for the idea that the kid called Blood Demon perfected the technique? The thought flashed through his mind for a second before being blasted out of his head.

How could a little brat have such an ability? Even if he did have such an ability, he has neither a lineage nor a proper background, so where would he get the knowledge and experience to do such a thing?

The burly, dark-faced man and the middle-aged man with the mustache eventually had to leave, stopping after walking a short distance.

"Liu Dashu, you're a disgraced disciple, how dare you run away? Aren't you afraid of being caught and taken back?" The man with the mustache looked at the powerful, dark-faced, burly man and said with a sneer.

Six people stood behind him, staring at Liu Dashu.

"Hmph!" Liu Dashu said expressionlessly, "You've got some nerve, aren't you afraid I'll kill you all with one palm strike?"

"Do you dare?" the middle-aged man with the mustache asked without fear.

Liu Dashu looked at the middle-aged man with a mustache opposite him, and after a moment, he chose to compromise.

After discussing in hushed tones for a while, they walked toward the position not far away.

That was Zhou Ming's defensive position right next door.

Inside the position, Zhou Ming observed the resting Japanese troops through the Blood Eagle.

"Boss, those guys have been sent away," the wandering swordsman said as he approached.

Zhou Ming nodded and ignored him. Zhang San, who was standing next to him, said at this moment, "Zhou Ming, since those people are willing to help, why not let them join? Regardless of their strength, it will still add to our forces."

"Because those people have ill intentions," Wang Wen said, while tending the fire to heat the canned goods.

Zhang San's expression froze for a moment, then he scratched his head and said, "How did you guys figure that out?"

“Zhang San, we’ve been through thick and thin together for so long, so let’s be frank, what do you think of me?” Zhou Ming asked as he continued to observe the enemy.

"Hmm... Calm and decisive, brave and resourceful, fearless in protecting his country, but his methods are a bit..." Zhang San continued scratching his head, speaking haltingly.

"The methods are somewhat ruthless and vicious, aren't they? That's a more tactful way of putting it," Zhou Ming said softly.

This made Zhang San look a little embarrassed, so he could only continue to pretend to scratch his head.

“We’ve been through thick and thin together, and if you see my methods this way, what about others?” Zhou Ming said, shaking his head slightly.

"Some of those extraordinary people would avoid me like the plague, and would never come here on their own initiative. Others, although they have no problem with me, would not approach me either."

“There are also some people who wish they could kill me. Do you know why?” Zhou Ming said softly.

"Why?" Zhang San asked softly, bowing his head slightly.

“Because those people think I’m not killing people, but eating them,” Zhou Ming said calmly.

At this moment, Liu Yan, who was standing next to her, suddenly said, "But the Japanese devils are not human, they are a bunch of beasts."

Zhou Ming was slightly taken aback, looked at Liu Yan, and suddenly smiled and said, "You're right, those are indeed some beasts, so I don't care about other people's opinions at all."

"But I know very well that no one would come here on their own initiative. If there is such a person, there is definitely something wrong with them."

"Who could that group of people be?" Zhang San asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know. It could be Japanese spies trying to gather information or assassinate me, or it could be some other force," Zhou Ming said softly.

Just then, Zhou Ming's expression turned serious. He glanced at the heated canned food and said, "The Japanese devils have made their move. Everyone, eat quickly, or you'll miss your chance."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately began dividing up the canned food and wolfing it down.

"Buzzing!" Not long after, a roaring sound came from afar.

"Rogue!" Zhou Ming shouted coldly.

The ranger immediately put down the can, picked up his bow and arrow, and looked at the distant sky, his eyes locked on the group of bombers. If they dared to come down and bomb at low altitude, they would surely destroy their planes and kill their crew.

Chapter 89 The Night's Counterattack

After Zhou Ming finished eating in a few bites, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade appeared in his hand, spreading bloodthirsty power as he looked up at the bombers flying over.

On the lead bomber, the rear seat protective pod was opened, and Nomura Jiichi stood up, his body covered in a layer of Qi, resisting the gale.

He frowned slightly, watching the eight blood eagles swooping down from ten thousand meters in the distance.

"Another one? Has this Blood Demon improved so rapidly?" Nomura Jiichi frowned slightly and thought to himself.

As the Blood Eagle drew closer, Nomura Jiichi raised his right hand, and a bow and arrow formed from condensed Qi appeared.

It erupted instantly, and a rain of arrows flew out.

"Bang bang bang!" The blood eagles were blown apart, leaving behind clusters of blood.

Nomura Jiichi looked down at Luodian below and instantly locked onto a spot that was glowing red.

He met Zhou Ming's gaze, glanced at the wandering knight out of the corner of his eye, and a feeling of annoyance welled up in his heart.

"I'll definitely kill this annoying guy if I get the chance." Nomura Jiichi squinted at the Ranger.

One by one, the shells fell, their trajectory influenced by factors such as wind speed, and they descended downwards.

"Boom boom boom!" Huge explosions occurred all over Luodian, each one producing an astonishing sound.

The explosion unleashed a shockwave, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, a glint flashed in the swordsman's eyes, and he shot out an arrow that instantly flew towards a cannonball about a hundred meters above the ground.

"Boom!" The shell, which had likely hit Zhou Ming's position, exploded at a height of 100 meters.