Chapter 1568: Yan Shuangying: Call Me Captain China! (3/5, please subscribe)

Even though Yan Biao's movements were slow, darkness still crept in bit by bit.

Bu Ying watched helplessly as the soil rose inch by inch past his chin, past his mouth, past his nose…

When the soil covered his eyes, not a single glimmer of light remained before him.

A suffocating sensation flooded his entire body!

Boundless despair shrouded his heart!

He wanted to struggle, but it was simply impossible.

Hard-packed earth surrounded him on every side!

Especially when Yan Biao withdrew his hands and lost the support of his true qi, the earth pressed in from all sides, as if it meant to squeeze out the very last wisp of oxygen left in his body.

It was unbearable!

It was utterly hopeless!

Bu Ying felt as though he was about to be crushed to death!

He could not see how wretched he looked at this moment.

But just imagining it, he knew it could not possibly look any better than the people he had killed.

"Is this retribution?"

In his final, fading moments, a thought rose in Bu Ying's heart.

He thought back over his life, but before he could even sum it up for himself, everything plunged into darkness.

Yan Biao stood where he was, took out the incense, candles, and fine wine he had prepared long ago, and paid respects to the brothers and sisters of days gone by.

"Brothers and sisters of the Twenty-Four, I, Yan Biao, have come to see you all. Today I'll use this dog of a traitor to offer sacrifice to everyone—hope you don't mind."

The fine wine spilled across the ground.

Yan Biao's tiger-like eyes reddened, his voice catching.

A long while passed.

Only then did Yan Biao compose himself and rise to his feet.

He walked to the spot where Bu Ying had been buried alive, gave a light stamp of his foot, and Bu Ying's body melted into mud, merging with the earth as one.

In a few days at most, this traitor would vanish without so much as a single bone fragment remaining.

This was a cemetery for his fallen comrades; naturally Yan Biao would not allow the bones of a traitor like Bu Ying to be buried here and pollute the place.

As for sacrificial offerings, once used, they naturally had to be disposed of.

……

Three days' time was very brief.

But for the Dongying people throughout all of Guandong, it felt as long as three years.

These three days had brought changes far too great.

So great that every single Dongying person began to doubt their very existence!

Several military camps, tens of thousands of elite troops—all had died in utter silence within those three days.

After the great powers investigated, they discovered that although these people appeared outwardly intact, their internal organs had long since turned to pulp!

How tragic!

And how utterly shocking!

In an era when science was gradually ascending to its pedestal.

Such inexplicable events had utterly shattered people's worldview.

Modern weapons were indeed fearsome.

A powerful firearm—a single bullet could split a man clean in two.

But to preserve a human form while reducing the internal organs to pulp, none of the modern weapons could accomplish it.

This was absolutely not something artillery fire could achieve!

As for biochemical agents, after every nation's inspection, not the slightest trace of biochemical elements was found.

"Gods or ghosts?"

"Could it be that this ancient Eastern land truly possesses some mysterious power?"