Chapter 4001 Biological Weapons

After looking at it for a while, Master Qiao's expression grew increasingly strange, and his hands even began to tremble.

I couldn't help but urge him on, and Third Master Qiao got impatient and quickly said, "Don't bother me, I haven't finished reading yet..."

We could only wait patiently. After about five or six minutes, Third Master Qiao put down the documents in his hand and looked around with a somewhat frightened expression, as if he were looking for something terrifying.

"Third Master Qiao, what exactly is written on this? Tell us quickly!" Little Fatty couldn't help but ask.

Third Master Qiao took a deep breath and said with horror in his eyes, "This is terrifying, how could such a thing happen..."

"What's wrong?!" I was really annoyed by Third Master Qiao, and I was so anxious that I couldn't stop thinking about it.

After a while, Uncle Qiao finally came to his senses and said to us, "This is a classified document. The Japanese are conducting an experiment, and it's quite shocking. There's a high-ranking officer in the Japanese army named Colonel Sakata who is obsessed with 'biological weapons.' He heard that weasels can bewitch people and possess powerful energy, so he ordered a large-scale hunt for weasels to extract their glands and integrate them into the bodies of Japanese soldiers, just to give his soldiers the same bewitchment abilities as the weasels. Moreover... I saw in this document that they captured some weasels that had become spirits and seem to be conducting experiments on them. It even says that their experiment was successful."

Hearing what Third Master Qiao said, we all looked at each other in disbelief, feeling as if it were a fantasy.

I thought about it carefully before I came to my senses and said, "You mean that Colonel Sakata created a hybrid of a weasel and a human, which means he created a bunch of monsters?"

“Young Master Wu, didn’t you see a Japanese officer with a weasel-like face before? Maybe he was a monster created by the Japanese back then,” Third Master Qiao said with some fear.

I thought back carefully, and the monster I saw back then was indeed wearing a Japanese soldier's uniform, with his clothes tattered and torn.

“Third Master Qiao, take a closer look. How many of these monsters have they created? What were the results of their experiments?” I quickly asked again.

Third Master Qiao flipped through the classified document again and said, "It says that Colonel Sakata was a very powerful Onmyoji, a member of the Ise Grand Shrine. In order to give his soldiers the bewitching power of weasels, he set up some kind of magic array and created some kind of shikigami summoning. They killed a lot of weasels and hunted down many powerful weasels, using their corpses and demonic energy as the core of the array, giving dozens of Japanese soldiers powerful abilities."

The more Uncle Qiao looked, the more alarmed he became. He couldn't help but sigh and say, "Are these Japanese devils all crazy? What kind of mess are they making? I feel like they're so perverted."

“Those Japanese devils who have absorbed the energy of the weasel have all turned into monsters and have been active in this old forest. The one I encountered before was just one of those monsters. So, it seems that those Japanese devils can live for a very long time after absorbing the energy of the weasel…” I analyzed.

"What happened next?" Little Fatty asked curiously.

"I don't know what happened after that, I just said the experiment was successful, and then that was it..." As he spoke, Third Master Qiao threw the document back into the box.

“Meiling just said that the monster is in this cave, not far from us. Everyone, go and look for it. These are all potential threats; they might run out and harm people one day. We should just wipe them out.” I said seriously.

“Young Master Wu, let’s not meddle in other people’s business. Our main task is to find Master Huang. Those Japanese devils have turned into monsters, and we don’t know how strong they are. There are only a few of us. What if we can’t beat them? I see there are explosives or something in that cave. Why don’t we blow it up? Then those monsters won’t be able to come out,” said Third Master Qiao.

"Things aren't as simple as you think. Those monsters can squeeze into rat holes, so they might escape from somewhere else. Since we've encountered them, let's take care of them; it'll be doing a service to the people," I said again.

“Alright, let’s listen to Young Master Wu. He’s such a kind-hearted man. Let’s wander around and see if we can find those monsters.” With that, Third Master Qiao beckoned us to head outside.

The blue-headed, golden-eyed beast continued to lead the way, while the spirit's eyes darted around, looking extremely nervous.

The spirit rarely showed any signs of panic.

This time, the spirit and the blue-headed golden-eyed beast led the way, and we walked a little further.

About five or six minutes later, the spirit and the blue-headed golden-eyed beast stopped at the door of a room in the cave.

Little Fatty wielded his eight-sided purple-gold hammer and smashed the iron gate open with a single blow.

After the door opened, I glanced inside, but there was nothing there.

"Meiling, why did you stop here?" I looked at Meiling with some curiosity.

"There's an underground warehouse down there, and it looks like someone's there," Meiling whispered in response.

We all went inside, and sure enough, in one corner of the room, we saw a passageway leading down.

Carrying the Shengxie Sword, I led the way, carefully making my way down the stairs.

After going down, they found a large space. The Japanese had actually dug out a large warehouse inside the cave.

The warehouse was full of boxes, and I had no idea what was inside.

After we got off, we moved slowly forward between the boxes.

Both of Master Qiao's men turned on their flashlights and shone them around.

Suddenly, with a flash of light from the flashlight, I saw something moving above my head.

"Wait... take another picture of the spot you just photographed," I said to one of Master Qiao's men.

The man's flashlight immediately shone on the spot where we had just been, and when I looked closely, good heavens, there was a weasel hanging from the roof beam.

That weasel has been hanging there for who knows how many years; it's already dried out.

At this moment, another of Master Qiao's men made a new discovery and said in horror, "Look, there's another person hanging on the other side of the weasel."

Following his flashlight beam, we soon saw another one hanging opposite the yellow weasel, dressed in a Japanese soldier's uniform. The body had been dried out and turned into old, stale meat.

We walked a little further and saw more corpses of weasels and Japanese soldiers hanging from the rafters in the warehouse ahead, numbering forty or fifty.