If I let you become a druid, would you join the Demon Sect?

Chapter 1 The Art of Explosion

Rumble!
Thunder exploded, electric snakes moved, and white light cut through the night, outlining the undulating contours of the mountains below.

Under the might of heaven, all things lie dormant.

It was late autumn, and the rainy nights in the mountains were particularly cold and gloomy.

Due to the bad weather, the pack of hunting dogs that patrolled Qianshan Village at night had a rare chance to rest today.

A thin figure took advantage of this rare opportunity, and with the help of the faint moonlight, braved the cold wind and rain, rushed into his own courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

"Huh, I finally made it back before I got hypothermia."

Gu Yan closed the door and carefully placed the oil paper bag in his arms on the table. Then he quickly took off his straw raincoat and wet coat, and squatted shivering in front of the brazier prepared in advance to warm himself by the fire.

It is cold and gloomy in the mountains, especially on rainy nights.

This is not his technologically advanced past life.

In this place that is somewhat like the ancient times of our previous life, a cold can kill you if you are not careful.

Not to mention the body that Gu Yan traveled through, which is hard to describe in words.

Fortunately, everything went according to plan.

Thinking about what had happened in the past few days, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Gu Yan's eyes.

In his previous life, he came from a poor family and was forced to mingle in the dark world of North America. Although he was of Chinese descent, he was still able to thrive and become powerful. If he had not been too many gangs fighting against gangs and was not willing to become a black glove of some people, he would not have become a federal wanted criminal.

Now he has traveled to this ancient world, but is bullied by a few mountain people.

Is there any reason?
Thinking of this, Gu Yan glanced at the creaking wooden window.

It's a dark, windy, murderous night.

Let’s give them a baptism of civilization today!

However, this feeling of hope didn't last for a few seconds before Gu Yan felt an itch in his throat.

next moment.

His body went limp and he knelt on the ground, hunched over, covering his mouth and coughing violently.

It was difficult to stop coughing, as if every cough would cough out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, making the boy's already thin figure look even more sickly.

By the time the coughing stopped, there was a pool of bright red on Gu Yan's palm.

"Coughing up blood again..."

Gu Yan got up from the ground with an expressionless face, wiped the blood from his palms with a wet cloth, and then struggled to use a wooden stick to take down the ceramic pot hanging above the brazier.

This is pulmonary tuberculosis.

This disease was not considered a serious illness in Gu Yan's previous life, but in this world that is similar to the ancient times, even those wealthy businessmen would find it difficult to survive for more than ten years. Most of them would die within one to three years. Some people with acute attacks would die within one or two months.

Gu Yan's current body has been ill for more than a year, but he can still walk freely, just a little sickly. It is all thanks to his wealthy family that they can afford to hire good doctors and use good medicines that he can survive until now.

However, everything ended when his predecessor's father, in order to find a rare medicinal ingredient in a folk remedy for tuberculosis, took his family's mountain dog and two apprentices into the mountains to search, and was killed by a tiger.

Shocked by the death of his father, his predecessor died of anger, which led to the arrival of Gu Yan.

Originally this was nothing.

After all, Gu Yan's body is 15 years old and belongs to an "adult" male. In addition, after more than a year of treatment, his family has exhausted their wealth and is left with only a small loess courtyard near the mountains and a bear skin for warmth. He is also suffering from tuberculosis and is infected with diseases. People dislike him and even though his family is an outsider and has no relatives to support him, there is no need to worry about the villagers starving him out.

Not to mention that although his father died in the mountains, his two apprentices escaped alive.

With two young and strong hunters intimidating them, no one would feel uncomfortable because of a mud house on the outskirts of the village.

The bad thing is that his family has a special skill in training dogs.

Before his father died, he knew that his sick son would have a hard time living alone after his death.

In order to let his two apprentices take care of his son, he took the risk of telling them the secret, but lost the hearts of the people.

As soon as his father died, this unique dog training technique became Gu Yan's death warrant.

At the beginning, the two apprentices were very kind and busy running around. They even risked their lives to go to the mountains to find the remains of Gu Yan's father that had been eaten and brought them back for burial. They also patted their chests in front of the villagers and said that Gu Yan would be supported by their two families in the future. They were noble and righteous.

If it was his predecessor, he would probably be so moved after the two of them put on a show that he would immediately pass on his ancestral dog training skills to them.

Unfortunately, Gu Yan had already come through at this time.

He immediately saw the malice and disgust towards himself, a tuberculosis patient, hidden in the eyes of the two men. He knew that if he directly gave them his special skills, he would die of illness soon.

So Gu Yan started to play dumb and delay, preparing ways to protect himself.

The two apprentices are not stupid.

After delaying for more than ten days, the two of them had already sensed Gu Yan's deliberate delay and were becoming increasingly impatient. They began to fight back, and their tactics became increasingly unscrupulous.
If it goes on any longer, I'm afraid that Gu Yan will explode with anger before tuberculosis takes his life.

Gu Yan accepted his fate with tuberculosis.

In his previous life, he committed dozens of serious crimes and was sentenced to death by the federal government. He died a miserable death, which was what he deserved.

Not in this life.

In this life, he is still a new character with a blank name, and he was attacked by NPCs after becoming a red name. Can he tolerate this?

After drinking a pot of boiling herbal stew, Gu Yan exhaled a breath of hot air.

comfortable.

Recover some strength.

He picked up the oil paper bag he had brought back from outside, and with the help of the firelight, he subconsciously moved away from the brazier and opened it carefully.

Inside the oil paper bag, there was a pile of small black particles with a faint smell of urine.

Looking at these particles, a slight smile appeared on Gu Yan's sick face.

This was the earthen gunpowder he had simply purified, and it was also a backup plan for today's action just in case. Fortunately, everything went well and it was not used.

As a criminal artist, Gu Yan is quite talented in making weapons, blasting, murder and arson.

The refining of gunpowder is actually very simple, with only three ingredients: saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal.

Saltpeter is potassium nitrate, the main component of gunpowder. It can be made from toilet soil and urine, or scraped from the walls of some loess huts. It is the simplest and most convenient method. After dissolving in hot water and filtering, you can obtain saltpeter of relatively good purity.

Sulfur is even more valuable, as almost every household in the mountains has some. After crushing it and removing impurities, you can obtain sulfur of good purity.

As for charcoal, it is even simpler. You just need to burn wood into charcoal in a closed space and grind it into powder.

The three are then mixed in proportion and dried in the shade to become granular gunpowder with higher purity.

At this point, it’s not over yet.

If you want to use granular gunpowder to cause effective killing, you can use it in the form of either explosives or a musket.

A homemade musket, even a simple, disposable version, is relatively troublesome.

Dynamite is easy.

Just prepare a ceramic pot and a fuse.

The fuse is also easy to make.

There are many ways.

Taking into account the implementation conditions and environment, Gu Yan finally chose the method of soaking the mugwort rope in oil and then mixing it with a mixture of saltpeter and sulfur.

This has two advantages.

One advantage is that it is windproof and waterproof, and another advantage is that it can control time and set time for blasting.

The only drawback is that there will be obvious smoke and sparks when the fuse burns.

This is nothing in the dark and rainy night.

In just over ten days, Gu Yan made more than a dozen large-sized explosive cans.

If Qianshan Village was not close to the outskirts of the mountains, with wild animals often coming down the mountain and entering the village, resulting in packs of hunting dogs patrolling the village day and night, he would have sent those two beasts flying long ago.

Tonight, the time has come.

Gu Yan estimated the time, hummed a little tune, and began to wrap the gunpowder particles into small bags of fixed quantity with animal skins, stuffed them into the processed bamboo tubes one by one, and then stuffed in some gravel and placed the fuse. Then, one simple detonator after another was completed.

This kind of earth detonator is not as powerful as a dynamite pack, but it is more convenient to carry and more suitable for finishing off the enemy.

He was like a hardworking little bee, busy as always, until a series of explosions sounded.

Rumble~
Even though he was dozens of meters away, Gu Yan could feel the ground shaking.

The village, which was originally only filled with the sounds of wind and rain, was now filled with the barking of frightened dogs.

Gu Yan was not in a hurry. He picked up a dozen homemade detonators and a special fire starter, stood up, put on his straw raincoat, stepped back into the wind and rain, and headed towards the direction where the sound came from.

The timed blasting effect of homemade explosives may not necessarily kill people directly.

A mud house may not necessarily crush a person to death.

To cut weeds, we must remove the roots.

He was not sure whether the two disciples had told their families about their unusual dog training skills.

To be on the safe side, we still have to make sure that no one from either family is left out and that they all travel together in perfect order.

Fortunately, the reason why these two families were chosen by Gu Yan's father as the ones to keep each other warm was because they were also latecomers to the village, weak and alone, and their residences were close to Gu Yan's home, both located on the outskirts of the village near the mountains.

In the beginning, they relied on Gu Yan's father to get started and gain a foothold in the village in just over ten years.

Now that Gu Yan is a son, it is only natural for him to send them to see his father.

Because it's the closest.

When Gu Yan arrived, no other villagers had gotten up in the middle of the night to approach.

In front of him, in the two courtyards in front and back, the mud houses that were originally built had completely collapsed. The broken bricks were scattered over a radius of dozens of meters. The main part collapsed into a pile of earth, and under Gu Yan's precise blasting, the beds in the house were directly covered, forming two large piles of earth.

The whole scene was horrific.

Just as Gu Yan was about to get closer to observe, a faint whimpering sound came from the grass beside the road.

Gu Yan turned his head and saw a limp and dying hunting dog.

The shock wave of the explosion shattered the bones and internal organs of the sturdy hound.

"Oh, it's the third son."

Gu Yan walked forward and kicked the man in the neck: "Third son, thank you for not screaming when I set off the explosives. Don't be afraid, it's normal to feel pain, it will go away in a while..."

"Woo~"

The hound whimpered and fell silent.

Gu Yan retracted his foot: "Looks like there's no need to waste energy on finishing off the enemy."

In order to guard the house, kennels are usually located near the gate.

At such a long distance, the three sons were shattered by the shock wave and even flew so far away. The probability of the two families surviving was very low.

This is the art of explosion.

Wangwangwang!
The chaotic barking of dogs, accompanied by the wind and rain, tore through the night sky.

Listening to the barking of dogs getting closer and closer.

Gu Yan took a last look at the outlines of the two "grave piles" in the dim moonlight in front of him and was about to leave.

At this moment, a tiny yellow light flew out from the head of the dead hound in front of him and shot into his forehead.

Gu Yan was stunned.

这 是
He touched his brow and quickened his pace.

Go back and study it further.

The protagonist is not a good person, but he is not anti-human.

If you want to watch something extremely anti-human, you can leave now.

In addition, Druid is just one of the means. There will be no farming or other content in the early stage. It is estimated that it will take more than a hundred chapters to start.

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