The three staff members in the exhibition hall soon came to Ye Wutian. The elderly middle-aged man asked Ye Wutian in a not-so-friendly tone: "Sir, this bronze statue was damaged by you, right?"

Ye Wutian immediately shook his head like a wavy drum, and said innocently: "No, no, how could it be me? As soon as I walked up to it, it broke off by itself and had nothing to do with me."

The three staff members exchanged glances with each other, and one of the thin men questioned again: "How could it break itself?"

Ye Wutian shrugged and said, "I don't know this. Maybe it was because he cut corners when he was made and mixed flour into the bronze, so it was not strong."

"No, no matter how hard you cut corners, you will never break yourself inexplicably." Another short man said.

"That might be the weather is cold and the climate is dry recently. Maybe it will crack itself. I remember that I piled a dog statue with mud at the door of my house, but when it was cold, it cracked into mud. Besides, even the human body can burn itself, so what's so strange about this bronze statue being broken by itself?" Ye Wutian looked as if he was taken for granted.

"How can your mud dog statue be compared with this bronze statue!" said the thin man angrily.

"I don't think there is any difference. This bronze looks like a human figure, while my dog ​​statue is like a human figure. Judging from the appearance, it's exactly the same." Ye Wutian refuted.

"At least the material is different. I have never heard of bronze statues drying and cracking," said the thin man.

"It doesn't mean you won't know it. Now you have seen it with your own eyes, which is a great experience." Ye Wutian said with a smile.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and questioned: "I think it was clearly broken by you, right?"

The middle-aged man in Ye Wutian looked at it and said unconvincedly: "I said brother, you can't talk lies with your eyes open. Have you seen me twisting the neck with your own eyes?"

"Although I didn't see you, there was only you standing nearby. Who would you be if you weren't?" the middle-aged man said in a affirmative tone.

Ye Wutian curled his lips and said, "Do you think I have such great strength to break its neck? You can break its arm and show me if you are so powerful."

The middle-aged man was speechless, and at this time, the thin man said again: "There is a surveillance in this exhibition hall. Just check it and you will know if it was broken."

"That's right, no matter whether you twisted it off or not, please come with us." The middle-aged man said to Ye Wutian in an orderly tone.

"Three brothers are so polite. Although I really want to visit you, I really can't take time if I have something important to do today. Why don't you get another day?" Ye Wutian said with a smile, raising his hand to pat the three of them on the shoulders. The three of them immediately became stiff and turbulent like wooden carvings.

After retracting his hand, Ye Wutian smiled and said, "Since the three brothers have no objection, then we will make a decision. Okay, please do your business, I will take a walk around myself." As he said that, he bypassed the three of them and walked into the exhibition hall with a swagger.

The tourists in the exhibition hall were all surprised, and they naturally did not expect that the three staff members would let Ye Wutian leave so easily.

Faced with these surprised gazes, Ye Wutian waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, everyone plays their own things." As he said that, he walked towards the next exhibition hall. As soon as he walked to the exhibition hall, he saw an old man crying and worshiping at a soul-summoning monument, as if he was worshiping his old mother.

Seeing that the old guy was crying so sadly, Ye Wutian was very upset and walked forward quickly, patted his shoulder, scolded him, "Damn old man, cry your sister!"

The old man raised his tears and looked at Ye Wutian, and said dissatisfiedly: "Young man, how are you talking? I am worshiping the heroes of the War of Resistance who died in vain. You young people are really becoming less and less promising." Because Ye Wutian spoke fluently, he thought Ye Wutian was also a native.

"A hero of the War of Resistance? I'll give you a slap in the face and ask you to bow." As he spoke, Ye Wutian slapped the old man hard in the face.

The old man staggered and took a few steps back. After standing firm, he covered his left face with his left hand, pointed at Ye Wutian with a trembling right hand, and shouted angrily: "You, are you of good quality? How can you hit the old man?" He was speechless, and as he spoke, a few big blood teeth sprayed out of his mouth.

"I not only want to hit you, but also kick you!" As he said that, Ye Wutian kicked the old man in the chest again. The old man fell a few more steps back and sat on the ground, making waves of "Ouch Ouch" wailing sounds in his mouth, and he could never get up again.

The tourists around him looked surprised again, some of them had already accused Ye Wutian, and the two staff members in the exhibition hall also rushed over immediately.

Seeing the old man sitting on the ground, seemingly injured, the two staff members quickly stepped forward and asked, "Old sir, are you okay?"

The old man rubbed his waist and moaned in pain: "Ouch! It hurts so much, my buttocks seem to have been broken. This little turtle, he wants to kill me!"

Ye Wutian sneered and said, "The buttocks are broken, what the hell are you doing to rub your waist? Tell you, don't pretend to be dying in front of me, otherwise I will really send you to see the King of Hell."

"I, can't my waist bone be broken?" the old man argued.

"You are still sitting so steadily when your waist is broken. It seems that it is necessary for you to experience the feeling of your waist is broken." Ye Wutian walked towards the old man with a grim smile.

When the old man saw the other party coming so fiercely, he hurriedly asked for help from the two staff members beside him: "Hurry, help me stop this little turtle."

A staff member stepped forward to stop Ye Wutian and asked in an educational tone: "Young man, how can you do such a ruthless move on an old man?"

"Everyone knows that this old guy is so hateful. He actually cried and cursed at the Soul Conjuring Monument, calling the Imperial Army all bastards, killing his father and forcibly fucking his mother. Do you think he should be beaten?" Ye Wutian asked the tourists around him seriously.

Tourists who come here to worship ghosts are usually right-wing elements who regard Japanese ghosts as gods. Naturally, they cannot tolerate anyone humiliating the gods of these heroes of the War of Resistance. Therefore, when they heard Ye Wutian's words, they all looked at the old man on the ground with gloating eyes, as if they wanted to come forward and kick him.

Seeing the situation, the old man quickly pointed at Ye Wutian and retorted: "You are talking nonsense, I am clearly worshiping these heroes of the War of Resistance."

"Then why did I hit you? You didn't scold me, would I hit you very well?" Ye Wutian asked with a wicked smile.

The old man couldn't answer for a moment, and finally hesitated and said, "I, I, how could I know why you hit me."

"Then you should know now, right? It's because you scolded these heroes of the War of Resistance Against Japan that I beat you." Ye Wutian said.

"You, you spit with blood!" The old man gasped in anger, as if he was asthma, and the hand pointing at Ye Wutian was also trembling violently.

Ye Wutian did not pay attention to the old man, but sincerely reviewed the tourists beside him: "Of course, I was really impulsive when I hit an old man who was fast-forwarding the coffin, but I couldn't bear it anymore and took this heavy move. I hope everyone can understand."

Someone immediately agreed on the side, "He dared to insult the heroes of the War of Resistance here, and he should indeed fight."

The others also agreed and cursed the old man as disrespectful and deserved to be beaten to death.

Faced with such a scene where people were pointing their fingers, the old man could not argue, and could only breathe heavily and stare at Ye Wutian hatefully.

The two staff members did not make things difficult for Ye Wutian anymore, but carried the old man from the ground and said without any emotion: "Old sir, let's take you to the hospital." As he said that, he dragged the old man out.

Looking at the old man being dragged away, Ye Wutian was secretly happy and cursed: "Hmph! Old guy, tell you to cry, I tell you to cry without tears!"

Then, he did not stay in the exhibition hall and continued to walk towards the next exhibition hall.

The following exhibition hall displays a large number of Japanese pirates' suicide notes, relics, statues, paintings, such as Yamamoto Iroku's letters to Natsumoto, blood letters from the women's stand-up team, the military uniform of Commander Niushima who died in Okinawa, etc.

Ye Wutian walked past the wall covered with portraits of Japanese dogs, and greeted all the women of the 18th generation of the ancestors of the Japanese dogs on the portrait.

Just as he walked to a portrait of a Japanese dog with glasses, his steps stopped.

In the portrait, the Japanese dog is wearing an officer's uniform, a military cap, a pair of round-framed eyes on the bridge of his nose, and eight medals hanging on his left chest. This is enough to show that he is a full of evil guy. Looking at his arrogant expression, anyone who says he wants to beat him up after seeing it.

Below this Japanese dog portrait, the craftsman neatly wrote: Commander of the 15th Division and Lieutenant General Sakai Naoji. Perhaps many people have never heard of this name, but his deeds are definitely well-known to the Chinese people.

He was regarded as a tiger general by the Japanese army and was an executioner who massacred Chinese military and civilians. He had outstanding military achievements and had won eight combat medals, two of which were gold medals given by the emperor. This was extremely rare among the generals of the Japanese army invading China.

Back then, he led his troops to mobilize the anti-Japanese bases behind the enemy in China, and vigorously implemented the three-light policy of killing, burning and robbing them all, and committed heinous crimes.

Once, he led his troops to sweep the storm and let his subordinates compete for traitors, awarded "tigers", "leopards" and "jaggies", namely first, second and third prizes, and gave material rewards respectively. So the Japanese officers and soldiers ganged up in broad daylight to rape Chinese women. The crimes he committed are really indescribable.
Chapter completed!