I sold grilled fish in the 70s!

Chapter 230 Patriotism Knows No Age

Hey! I'm telling you, our great China is about to start reform and opening up! Who would still believe in these superstitious beliefs that have no scientific basis? Besides, do people still have consciousness after they die?

Even if we both went to hell before we were born, and were thrown into a frying pan by hellish demons until golden brown and crispy, so what? Aren't you and I still standing perfectly fine in front of each other today?

The old village chief frowned upon hearing Li Zhi's words, and then looked the young man standing in front of him up and down.

For some reason, the old village chief always felt that this person was not quite Chinese! Rather, he seemed like one of those Japanese devils who took killing for granted! Although he was already in his seventies or eighties, he still often paid attention to the major events happening in the country.

I've learned that recently some Chinese people with weak patriotism have become henchmen of the Japanese for trivial personal gains, helping them kill us Chinese!

To cover up their crimes, they built their human experimentation lab in the middle of a small river. I strongly suspect that those who jumped into the river to commit suicide earlier were somehow connected to this.

However, there's another issue: all the villagers who jumped into the river to commit suicide were healthy individuals. They had no mental illnesses whatsoever; so why would they suddenly have such a moment of despair?

When the village chief thought of this problem, he subconsciously looked towards the treacherous little river. He saw that the banks of the river had been planted with a flower that looked like a morning glory.

However, while morning glories have purple petals with white lower parts, the petals of this flower are white. Furthermore, this flower grows on a very, very long stem; it's not the morning glory we usually see.

As for the kind that grows on mountains, it's called Manjusaka. I once read in a medicine book that when a person inhales a large amount of Manjusaka's fragrance, they will experience hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

So whenever people see red spider lilies on the mountain, their first reaction is to cover their mouth and nose with a handkerchief. Then they quickly raise the machete in their hands and uproot the red spider lilies.

I remember that the banks of the stream used to be covered with rows of reeds, not a single red spider lily! Did someone deliberately cut down all the reeds on both sides of the stream?

Then, when no one was looking, they planted these red spider lilies on both sides of the stream. However, the villagers living in our village all kept their distance from this plant called red spider lily.

Who on earth had so much free time to transplant so many red spider lilies to both banks of the river? And to this day, the body of the person who committed suicide by jumping into this river has still not been recovered.

What's even stranger is that the river is crystal clear, and you can clearly see the sand and stones in it. Furthermore, the river is very shallow.

Anything that falls into the river will be clearly visible! Unless someone has dug a very hidden hole in the river at some unknown time.

Those ruthless Japanese lived in this large hole, and those who jumped into the river to commit suicide were definitely carried by the Japanese to the human laboratory they built underground.

Thinking of this, the old village chief suddenly became very angry, and just like before, he smiled and played the game of tai chi with the young man named Li Zhi.

Instead, he raised the cane he was holding high above his head, intending to smash it down on Li Zhi, but was stopped by a young man standing next to the old village chief.

Old village chief, what are you trying to do? No matter how much this young punk humiliated you before, you ignored it all. Now he's stopped humiliating you.

Why have you become so agitated?

Haha! That's because I think no matter how much he humiliates me, I will stand up to him! When I was his age, I was just as arrogant and ignorant as him!

But this beast has completely forgotten that he is Chinese! Not only that, he even helped the Japanese devils kill us Chinese.

Hey, hey, hey! Am I being too lenient with you, old man? How can you say anything like that?

When did you ever see me helping the Japanese kill Chinese people? I can tell you this with absolute certainty: Li Zhi, the people I hate most in my life are the Japanese.

If I were to encounter a Japanese person someday, I would not hesitate to pull out a knife and kill him.

The old village chief glanced at Li Zhi standing in front of him and suddenly sneered.

Why do you hate the Japanese devils so much? And don't you feel a burning pain on your face when you say that?

That's because I have a blood feud with the Japanese for killing my father! I am irreconcilably opposed to the Japanese! So how could I possibly help the Japanese kill us Chinese?

When Li Zhi finished speaking, he couldn't help but frown slightly. For some reason, he had a very strong feeling that the old man who had been standing in front of him was not disrespectful to him.

He always tolerated me like an elder! He ignored my constant humiliation! But for some reason, he misunderstood that I was doing something for the Japanese?

Perhaps that's why the old man's expression changed so suddenly? Actually, I've also felt that I've been acting a bit strangely lately.

That means you might suddenly forget what you did at some point in time. Even more terrifying is forgetting the most basic personal information, such as who you are and where your home is.

For a period of time, I visited various medical clinics, but none of them could diagnose what strange illness I had. Some even told me I had a severe mental illness and urged me to be admitted to a mental hospital immediately!

This sentence seemed ordinary, but somehow it touched a nerve with me. Suddenly, I started gritting my teeth at the doctor who was treating me.

Not only that, she also tightly gripped the neck of the doctor who was treating me with both hands, staring wide-eyed at the doctor standing in front of her.

If it weren't for a few kind people who forcibly held me down in a chair, my hands might have already been stained with countless lives! Ever since that incident, I've locked myself in my house.

I really don't know what's wrong with me. Ever since I saw my parents die in front of me, I've felt like there's another person living inside my body.