Chapter 679 (1/2)

When hearing the name of Gaia's son from Selena's mouth, Aoki had a familiar feeling. He always felt that he had heard it and had a certain relationship with him, but he just couldn't remember it.

Ronald's words exploded in his brain like a bomb. The deeply buried long-standing memory was blown to pieces, flying and dancing in his consciousness together with the smoke, and the black smoke shrouded the whole world.

He saw himself wearing a black youth suit through the battlefield full of gunsmoke. Bullets roared past him, and the messy gunfire sounded like firecrackers in the new year.

It was the summer of 1937, when the mulberry garden was the most beautiful. The green mulberry trees were dotted with purple and full mulberry. Groups of children played among the mulberry trees, picked mulberry fruits and covered themselves with mulberry juice, like painted porcelain dolls.

However, luck is good. In that beautiful season, the cloud of war shrouded the whole East China.

When the gunfire sounded in the Songhu battlefield, old man Hua gave an order. All the young adults of the Hua family followed the army to the battlefield, leaving only a group of old and weak women and children in such a big mulberry garden.

Before leaving, Watson Sang was called by the old man to have a long talk in the study all night. From then on, he really knew the mission of the family and the significance of the huge mulberry tree in the yard.

”Your task is not to kill the enemy, let alone die generously. Remember your own mission.” Mr. Hua finally said.

Watson sang left the mulberry garden against the twilight of the morning. Looking back at the ferry, he could still see the hazy shadow of the tall mulberry canopy in the misty white fog. But he did not expect that this was the last time he looked back on the mulberry garden and saw the fruitful Oriental divine tree guarding one side of the land.

Although the war shattered the enemy's wild talk of occupying China for three months at the cost of hundreds of thousands of casualties, it was defeated in the end. When Watson sang followed the army to the west, he found that there were Japanese awakened people mixed up and disturbed the order with spirit, resulting in chaos in the army, and the retreat turned into a rout.

He killed several waves of awakened people in a row. Suddenly, he learned from them that Kitano Zhenwu had already crossed the line of defense and went along Wusong Jiangxi. That was the direction of Wuzhong.

Hua Shengsang worried about the situation in the mulberry garden and was anxious to go home, but he was coerced by the defeated army and walked around the north of the river. When he returned to Wuzhong, the mulberry garden had already become a scorched land. In accordance with the old man's will, the housekeeper Lao Bi transplanted the only surviving willow in the backyard to the original position of the old mulberry.

Watson Sang was heartbroken, but he couldn't shed a tear. He knelt down in the willow all night, and his spirit slowly became trance. National hatred filled his heart and blinded his eyes and ears. He heard a voice calling:

Want revenge? Come on! Come with me!

His spirit went down the withered old willow bark and deep into the scorched land. He touched the roots of the old mulberry tree, as if he had touched the soul of the earth. Those winding roots and forks, like snakes and insects from hell, covered the ground ten miles around and twisted in the scorched earth.

He felt that a trace of imperceptible feminine breath was condensing on him, converging to the lower abdomen and the end of vertebra along the neural network of his limbs, ascending along the vagus nerve and spinal nerve bundle respectively, and finally condensing into a dark shadow in the brain.

There was a croaking cry from the sky, and a group of crows hovered over the scorched earth for a long time.

The next day it was light again, and he left the mulberry garden again. This time he did not linger at the ferry. Looking back, he decided to leave like a river.

He traveled most of China and finally tracked down the whereabouts of Kitano Zhenwu, but he was not Kitano's opponent. After killing dozens of Japanese Samurai with spiritual powers in a row, he was also seriously injured and unable to fight Kitano again.