C13 (1/2)

In the darkness of the cave entrance, we saw a human-like object curling up and staring at us from a high vantage point.

As the light was not very bright, it was impossible to tell at first glance if it was a person. He could only feel a chill spreading from the bottom of his heart.

My legs couldn't help but tremble, and I saw a figure half-crouching inside the narrow entrance, with an extremely strange posture. It was obvious that this figure wasn't Zhu Yingqiong or Old Man Chuan.

”The sea! ”The sea!”

I shouted out, almost as if I had gone crazy. I stood there, not daring to move. I was afraid that if I moved, this weird figure would do something unfathomable.

Hai Yang and Hu Guangzu had just climbed to the top of the cabin, and when they heard my shout, they immediately turned around. When they saw me, they sucked in a cold breath and their bodies stiffened, not daring to move.

”Who is it?”

I gulped and asked the figure. My other hand groped in my bag for a dagger I had prepared beforehand, but strangely, the figure didn't utter a single word. I remained in that bizarre position, squatting at the entrance to the cave, staring straight at us.

He carefully moved to my side, bent my arm, and said in a low voice: ”Sanjin, shine your flashlight up there, and see if it's that Fake Foreigner Zhu Yingqiong!”

The first thing I saw was a pair of military boots on the foot of the human figure. The style was very old, and after moving on, I saw a standard military uniform, especially the left side of the chest had a military crest, which was a conspicuous red circle. Looking at the face, it was pitch black, as if it was painted with something.

Holy sh * t, Japanese!

I almost cried out in shock. I was extremely shocked in my heart.

Why would there be Japanese in Japanese military uniforms here?

Could it be that the people from the Sakyamuni Army were still alive, had not died at all, and had been guarding the Wild Mountain all this time?

Impossible! The war between China and Myanmar had already passed dozens of years ago. Even if the person hadn't died at that time, how could he still be alive after dozens of years?

Was this guy a human or a ghost?

The three of us stood on the roof and looked at each other, and then just as the ocean was about to walk towards the figure, Hu Guangzu pulled back his voice and said in horror: ”Don't go over there. If it's really people, why aren't you moving?”

Hai Yang scolded, ”Bullsh * t! I, your father, am not afraid of the living Japanese, so how can I be afraid of death?”

He stopped, took a stainless steel lighter from his backpack, and threw it at the figure with a whoosh. We hastily took precautions, fearing that this man who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost would suddenly attack us.

But the weird thing was that the figure didn't move at all. As the stainless steel lighter hit the helmet, there was a bang. He still maintained his strange half-squatting posture as he stared at us.

This made us scared out of our wits. We thought that if it was a human, they wouldn't be able to stay still, at least subconsciously, but just now, he was completely motionless like a sculpture. We were stuck in a dilemma, not knowing how to deal with the current situation.

After about a minute, the stubbornness in my heart rushed out again. I tossed the flashlight into the sea, rolled up my sleeves and leaned towards the figure. Hai Yang hastily pulled me back and asked, ”What are you doing?”

With a cold expression, I said, ”I'll go over and take a look. If he's a f * cking ghost, I'll chop him to death with a single slap!”

Hai Yang turned around and gave the flashlight to Hu Guangzu: ”Take a good look, let's go and capture him!”

I took out my dagger and made a rushing motion towards the sea, but the gesture didn't respond. Turning my head to look, I saw Hai Yang get up and charge towards the shadow with a quick stride. Even after charging all the way to the front of the shadow, the figure still didn't move.

Hai Yang shouted out explosively. She grabbed onto the figure's legs and pulled him down. I hastily rushed forward and restrained the Japanese. Immediately, I felt the Japanese started to struggle. After that, I immediately cried out in alarm.

I was stunned the moment my voice sounded. It was actually a woman's voice!

Being able to cry out in surprise proved that she wasn't a ghost. I heaved a sigh of relief in my heart and firmly held on to the Japanese female soldier, but she started to struggle with all his might, kicking my legs fiercely. The sea rushed up and twisted her wrist, pushing his forward.

Hu Guangzu also came over with a flashlight. It was only then that I could see her face, which was similar in age to mine, but her face was covered with mud, so we couldn't tell if she was male or female.

I wiped the dirt off her face and found that the woman was very pretty, and under her Japanese uniform was the latest outdoor hiking suit that she was supposed to wear to keep out the cold.

But what made me a little surprised was that when Hu Guangzu saw the woman's face, he immediately exclaimed nervously: ”She's definitely dead, she's definitely dead!”