National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Yellow sand and wind gap.

Su Qingyi flipped her left wrist.

The black threads scattered within a radius of four hundred meters tightened instantly, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound as they ripped away the monster's broken bones and limbs.

puff.

More than 20,000 cobbled-together giant corpse puppets lost their traction on the spot and fell neatly and uniformly onto the dry, hard yellow earth.

The bones were broken and the flesh was piled up.

Dark blue armor fragments mingled with dark red blood, seeping into the ground through cracks in the earth.

The two once invincible Class A mutated giant apes are now reduced to two pitted skeletons.

The heart and brain had long been torn into empty shells.

Su Qingyi fastened the silver steel needle back into the collar of her black cheongsam and turned to walk back.

The black leather boots sank into the mud without making a sound.

Chen Xiao stood beside the black wooden coffin, looking at the wreckage scattered on the ground, and pressed his hands back down on the coffin lid, which was covered in green rust.

The entire front of the Chinese defense line was deathly silent.

In ten minutes, 20,000 monsters were sewn into toys by a single hand, a needle, and a ball of thread.

Foreigners have gone crazy!

[God, he didn't even break a sweat. What kind of sorcery is this?]

[Everyone, this is the fifth wave. Five waves of monsters, five people, all soloed and cleared the screen.]

A woman crawled out of that coffin and sewed the A-level monster to pieces. Were they human or ghosts?!

They still have three people who haven't made a move... the old man playing the violin, the little girl, and the one wearing the straw hat!

Wait a minute! A woman came out of the coffin. Is the coffin empty now, or is there something else inside?

[China is terrifying. This kind of power is completely unrestricted by the system's rules.]

What kind of monsters did they raise in those eight villages?

[Stop sending protest comments. What if we anger them and they use those black lines to stitch up our country's heroes?]

Shut up, you American idiots! Your Captain Jackson is still lying in the mud, coughing up blood!

I admit I was too loud before. Fellow Chinese, let's make peace.

【..........】

People in the West across the ocean have done the math.

Eight people plus a coffin.

Only five people have come out so far.

These five people are: Goblin Killer, Skeleton Shaker, Paper Doll Wolf Slayer, Blackwater Crocodile Drowner, and Corpse-Sewing Eater Monkey.

Every scene where each person takes action is more terrifying than the most horrific movie.

They were scared.

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Huaxia.

More than 3 billion Chinese citizens, who had just completed the 100-meter sprint and bare-handed brick-breaking tests, sat comfortably in front of their screens.

Seeing the flood of panic-inducing comments on foreign websites, Chinese netizens immediately started creating humorous content.

The screen was flooded with hilarious comments.

Are these foreign experts scared already? No way! Let's do a little popular science lesson on traditional intangible cultural heritage.

See that old man with the knife? His main job is blacksmithing, and his side job is executioner, chopping off the heads of those who disobey.

[Ma Daogu is a corpse-driving craftswoman, a specialty of western Hunan. She usually takes her ancestors for nighttime running training.]

[Brother Ji, the paper craftsman, is part of China's underworld military-industrial complex, capable of mass-producing millions of soldiers without approval.]

Grandpa Jiang is a master of retrieving corpses, an underwater environmental cleaner, and a highly skilled water purifier.

[The Ms. Su who just made the move is a mortician specializing in restoring bodies that are not fully intact; her skills are superb.]

[You're scared to death? You haven't even seen the blind old man and the old beggar's true colors yet.]

[Friendly reminder: the five-year-old Xiaoman might actually be the main DPS, so please be prepared.]

[Foreign devils, you can keep being scared. I'm going downstairs to carry 200 pounds of rice to use as dumbbells for practice.]

The rich heritage of China, spanning five thousand years, gave these uncultured barbarians a small but significant intangible cultural shock.

[...]

..........

The United States of America.

Pentagon Operations Center.

boom!

The president slammed his coffee cup onto the screen.

On the screen, Su Qingyi had just finished sewing the mutated giant ape into a mangled, rotten body riddled with holes.

"FUCK! What the hell is this thing?!"

The president, spitting as he pointed at the screen, launched into a tirade: "Can someone explain to me why China harbors such monsters? Is our CIA intelligence network made of paper? They're playing with reincarnation, while we're playing with mud! You treat the things our ancestors left us as superstitious garbage, and now they're slapping intangible cultural heritage in your faces!"

General Smith wiped the cold sweat from his brow, stammering, "Mr. President, the intelligence agency has been investigating for a while now. We've planted so many spies in China, and spent a fortune supporting a bunch of public intellectuals. But the intelligence they've been reporting is all about 'Foundation Building,' 'Golden Core,' and 'Paper Crafting Techniques'... Our think tank experts unanimously agree that those are just internet novels, pure nonsense. Who would have thought that these online novel authors are all damn realist writers!"

"Nonsense?"

The president grabbed Smith by the collar. "Now they're using nonsense to treat A-class monsters like toys! Your top scientists spent billions of dollars developing gene-altering drugs, and they can't even kill someone with a needle! Where did all that money go?!"

Smith shrank back, not daring to respond.

The commissioner takes the money.

You get 7, I get 3.

You're asking me how to do it?

The president, annoyed, released his grip, too lazy to deal with this useless and incompetent fool: "Find a way to cut your losses!"

Jackson knelt on the ground, panting heavily. Two more men behind him had been lost, and new recruits would have to be brought in later.

As a result, their combat strength decreased.

"At this rate, even the most powerful superpowers can't sustain this," the president gritted his teeth. "Jackson won't last. The very lifeblood of the United States will be completely drained!"

....

South Korea.

Blue House meeting room.

Minister Li stared at Su Qingyi on the screen, slamming his fist on the table in excitement: "Quick! Notify the Ministry of Culture and the Gene Bank's Origin Tracing Center! Investigate the bloodline of that woman in the cheongsam!"

"But sir, China has blocked all the data..."

"Then let's go dig through ancient books! Let's check the family genealogy!"

Minister Lee angrily rebuked, "Our Republic of Korea has a history spanning thousands of years. This miraculous sewing technique is absolutely a lost intangible cultural heritage! He must have the blood of the Korean people flowing in his veins!"

Online, South Koreans are outraged.

[The universe belongs to South Korea, so why shouldn't a few NPCs be included?]

[Since they're our people, why are they guarding China's gates? What kind of behavior is this, constantly acting as someone else's watchdog? Get them back here to protect the Republic of Korea!]

[Protest against Chinese companies monopolizing our talent!]

....

He fled to Wan State.

The Presidential Palace was in complete disarray.

"Fuck! Fuck! What exactly is China trying to do?!"

In the fifth wave that just ended, five more players from the Li Tao Wan Kingdom died.

The already weak position was now ravaged by the monsters and was on the verge of collapse.

The next wave of difficulty will definitely double, and once the five newly added unlucky guys get in, the defense line will be breached without a doubt.

"Dial the encrypted dedicated line to Yanjing!"

"Tell the Chinese people that we, the fleeing people of Liyuan, need support! Since their national fortune has increased by 140%, and their citizens are all of superhuman quality, they have an obligation to lend a hand to their brother!"

The secretary swallowed hard. "Mr. President, if the monster really does descend upon our land, what should we, China, do?"

"How do I do it?"

The leader sneered repeatedly: "Let them send their troops! Let the lives of their 1.4 billion superhumans fill our defenses! With great power comes great responsibility! Why should they hide in the back enjoying peace while we bleed and sacrifice? Anyway, their national fortune is high, a few more lives won't make a difference!"

"If they dare to refuse, they are enemies of all mankind! They are executioners who stand by and watch someone die!"

The leader made wild pronouncements, completely disregarding how many times his own country had tripped up China at this game of cards.

He picks up his bowl and curses, then puts down his chopsticks and begs for food.

This is truly treating moral blackmail as a strategic weapon.

.........

China.

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The red alarm lights throughout the lobby were flashing wildly.

This wasn't because of the threat of war or national crisis, but because the diplomatic hotline on the operator's desk was about to be overwhelmed with calls.

Dozens of small countries facing the crisis of national extinction are trying various ways to shift blame and seek help from China.

Minister Chen took a sip of strong tea to moisten his throat, then took the communications summary handed to him by the foreign affairs department and sneered, "You're all so arrogant and haughty usually, but now that the door is about to break down, you've all turned into spineless cowards."

We will give them a unified reply.

"I am truly sorry, but our national military is stretched thin and we are preoccupied with our own affairs. Please find your own way and take care of yourselves."

"yes!"

The people below replied as required.

But some countries just won't buy it.

Several small, usually subservient countries that blindly follow the West have turned to white lotus tactics when they realize that being too soft won't work.

"Putting aside the facts, doesn't your conscience bother you Chinese people as you watch all of humanity perish? Saving the world is the duty of your great nation!"

Faced with these accusations, Minister Chen gave only one instruction: "Ignore them and let them shout as much as they want."

The most audacious of all was Li Taowan.

The operator on the other end was arrogant, practically pointing his finger at China and giving orders.

They demanded that China immediately send troops to Litaowan, and even demanded that China open its borders and unconditionally accept the refugees from Litaowan.

Staff Officer Li, who was in charge of the liaison, almost laughed out of anger after hearing the translation.

"If you're going to beg for food, you should have the right attitude. Who taught you to beg standing up?"

The official on the other end of the phone was stunned, clearly not expecting the Chinese to break off relations so abruptly.

"We are a weak nation! You have so many superheroes, shouldn't you help us fight off the monsters?"

Staff Officer Li sneered, "Helping you is a favor, not helping is our right. As for us, the only thing left is that we're incompatible. When you were following your master to sanction our chips and block our air routes, why didn't you remember that we're all human? Flipping the table when you're eating meat, then calling someone 'brother' when you're getting beaten up—there's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Now that the defenses are about to break, you remember we're your saviors? Too late! The lives of our 1.4 billion citizens were saved by those eight heroes on the front lines, not to be used as cannon fodder by ungrateful bastards like you!"

"Are you alright? Have some plums to clear your head. China's borders only protect its people."

"As for your immediate escape..."

"Choose a burial plot with good feng shui, and remember to straighten your knees in your next life."