Volume 3 Wartime Comfort Women Chapter 5 "Crow Mark" Night Urn

  That mysterious man riding a horse towards the river is none other than Yang Er, who was effective in shooting down the Yellow Sparrow. He made a big fuss at the train station because when he went to join Ma Laohei, they asked for too high a price. But he didn't want to give up on the opportunity to rise through the ranks with Ma Laohei's help, and even more so, couldn't let the Hengshan gang of bandits look down on him, saying that he was an incompetent mouse. Therefore, Yang Er took a risk and came to Datong City, where Japanese people often appear, to make a desperate bid.

  This old black man has been fond of gold and silver, beautiful women, and especially one thing - the heads of Japanese people since he was driven down from Laoheishan by the Crow Team.

  Ma Laohei had been seeking an opportunity to avenge himself all along, but unfortunately he was beaten by the Japanese Crow Team until his butt was sore and he couldn't recover for a while. Moreover, his equipment was too poor, so he didn't dare to fight against them head-on.

  Ma Laohei's hatred for the Japanese is like a seed buried in the soil, it has sprouted but can't break through the ground. If this sprout can't get out of the ground, it will suffocate to death. Rather than suffocating to death, it would be better to burst out of the ground and be scorched to death by the "sun" (flag) of those little Japanese devils.

  Then, Ma Laohei sent someone to investigate and learned that the Wutai Mountain Anti-Japanese Nun Team would raid the Datong Japanese Army Mine Guard, so they followed secretly under the cover of night and rushed towards Datong.

  Inoue Shinbei, the leader of the mining town's guard, who was notorious for his evil deeds, died instantly from a butterfly dart during an illicit tryst with his lover. The nun retrieved her dart and quickly withdrew from the scene.

  Ma Laohei rushed in and entered the courtyard, abducting the woman who was having an affair and beheading Inuzuka Shino's head, taking them back to Hengshan together.

  The head of the traitorous wife of Ma Laohei was also chopped off on the second day after being kidnapped. There were skilled craftsmen in this bandit gang, and someone suggested using the skulls of Inoue Nissho and the traitorous wife as a urinal. From then on, under Ma Laohei's bed, there was an exquisitely carved pair of mandarin duck night pots.

  Yang Wanyin, the great god, was famous for his impressive jumping skills that could be seen and heard for hundreds of miles around. Whenever officials had a rough time in their careers, gentry families were childless, merchants suffered losses, poor people prayed for a good harvest, or bandits wanted to ensure safety, they would invite Yang Wanyin to perform. As a result, whenever Yang Er went up the mountain and put out his father's signboard, not only did he not suffer but was instead treated with enthusiasm. However, when it came to joining forces, Ma Laohei said that his threshold was too high and worried that Yang Er could not handle it.

  Yang Erdao said: "Except for Father's rattan sword, let's set a price for everything else."

  Ma Laohei said: "I want a chamber pot, Crow Brand."

  Yang Er just came out of Ling Qiu Mountain, and he had no idea that there was a crow team in the east. He thought they were just going to use some household items for urination, and his heart felt that Ma Laohei was ridiculous.

  Isn't it just a chamber pot? And yet you say I won't be able to bear it. Yang Er thought to himself and was certain that Ma Laohei was teasing him. He intentionally played along, nodding his head in agreement: "Alright, alright, no matter how much money it takes, I'll get this crow-brand chamber pot for the master."

  The bandits didn't know Yang's true circumstances and saw him with a toad-like complexion, yawning with such a big mouth, they burst out laughing.

  Yang Er was laughed silly and didn't know what was going on, so he looked up at Ma Laohei, waiting to see how he would explain things.

  Ma Laohei waved his hand to stop the laughter, then promised: "As long as you can get me a crow brand chamber pot, Yang Er will be the second master of Hengshan."

  Yang Er didn't think joining would be so easy, thinking it was a done deal with Hengshan's second-in-command, and hastily said: "Is that settled?"

  Ma Laohei said: "My old mother's saliva is as hard as a nail. When has she ever swallowed her own spit?"

  "Look." Yang Er found a flaw in the other's words and immediately took advantage of it: "The master of the house is not honest, this mouthful of water was originally irretrievable."

  "You dare to be so presumptuous!" The little rascal, Yang Er, actually dared to defy the big boss. The bandits glared at him with wide eyes, just about to teach him a lesson when they were stopped by Ma Laohei.

  "Alright, alright." Ma Laohei called out to his brothers and then smiled at Yang Er: "I'm a man of my word, once I've said it, it's hard to take back. I'm worried you little brat won't be able to get the crow-marked night pot."

  Yang Er swore: "If I can't get the night pot, I'll use this head of mine as compensation."

  "Good!" Ma Laohei stepped forward and pulled down Yang Er's hand that was pointing at his head, and they slapped each other's palms as a vow: "It's settled."

  Ma Laohei ordered his brothers to bring over some samples of night pots for Yang Er to refer to.

  Yang Er felt that Ma Laohei didn't take him seriously enough, and although he had grown up in the Qingfeng Temple on Wutai Mountain since childhood, he shouldn't be unfamiliar with even the shape of a chamber pot, should he?

  When Dà Má Lǎo Hēi's brother sent a human skull in front of Yáng èr, he was stunned!

  "This... is a chamber pot?" Yang Er muttered to himself: "How can this be a chamber pot?

  What?

  The old man with a dark complexion and drooping eye corners raised his wrist, hooked his head to blow on the large gold ring on his finger, swung his legs, and then opened his eyes and said: "Is it a chamber pot? You smell it, don't you know?"

  The bandits immediately sent the skull to Yang Er's mouth, and a strong smell of urine drilled into his nostrils. Yang Er couldn't stand the stench and hastily retreated.

  "Listen up, son! I'm telling you, I only want the Crow brand. If you happen to bring back a dead man's skull to fool me, not only will I smash that night pot on your head, but I'll also bathe Lingqiudegou in blood and take your mother as my mountain wife!"

  Yang Er's heart was broken. He regretted that he should not have gone up the mountain and made a bet with this demon king in front of him without understanding his intentions at all. Now, he had ridden a tiger and found it hard to get off, and even the meaning of "Black Crow Night Urn" was unclear, and he might lose his life.

  However, Yang Er was always a stubborn guy. He pretended to be calm for a moment, then said to Ma Laohei: "Yang Er may have just come out of the thatched cottage, but he is also a man who can make a loud fart. However, whose head is this crow-marked night pot? Please, great sir, explain it clearly. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, don't blame me."

  "Good! You're a real man!" Ma Laohei clapped his hands three times, then said: "Although I'm just a bandit chief, the rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its nest. The only thing I use as a chamber pot is the brains of little devils, and the best ones are the heads of traitors. Can you get them for me?"

  Yang Erdao said: "Relying on the eighteen martial arts I practiced in Wutai Mountain, getting a little devil's head for the master should be no problem."

  "Don't think you're the only one who's died with a hard mouth." Ma Laohei narrowed his eyes and blew on the golden ring on his finger, then looked down on Yang Er and said: "Your three-legged cat kung fu is just a fancy fist in front of these crows. This crow's head is not easy to mess with."

  Yang Erdao said: "The master of the house has been talking for half a day, but I still don't know whose brain this crow-marked night pot is. Please speak clearly, so I can hurry on my way."

  "Hey, listen up! The crow-marked night pot is the Japanese Crow Troop's head, got it?"

  "I understand." Yang Er nodded and said a sentence, then was about to leave.

  "See that you don't just grab some little devil or traitor's brain and try to pass it off, I want to see the insignia of the Crow Team."

  "What's going on?" Yang Er said in a low voice, waiting for Ma Laohei's answer.

  "Listen up, you crow squad members! Each of you has a crow tattooed on your arm. You'd better bring your heads, along with the crows on your arms, to see me. Otherwise, your heads will be used as chamber pots!"

  Yang Er finally figured it out and came down the mountain to Datong, hundreds of miles away, searching for his target. Just as he was about to give up and return by carriage, Huang Ya burst into the hunting grounds.

  Although he killed the little devil, he didn't have a chance to verify whether he was a Crow team member or not. After flipping over the wall and escaping, surprisingly, there were no devils chasing after him. As gunshots rang out again inside the station, he curiously found a place to observe the situation inside and hid.

  Yang Er personally witnessed a middle-aged man jumping down from a black sedan and shooting to death the little devil who was chasing him.

  At this time, Yang Er made a very dangerous decision that he himself did not fully understand. He boarded the train first and waited for the middle-aged man who had just killed the little devil to get on, then walked towards the carriage where the man was sitting.

  Just as Yang Er was about to get close to the "hero" with his horse whip, an old woman from behind poked his mute hole and pulled him away from danger.