The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

Shishi held his head high, spoke in a loud voice, and raised one of his little hands high.

The diligent and studious corpse, when he heard something he had never come across before, quietly asked his third brother what beating with a stick was and what torture instruments were.

After Sang Jiaan's explanation, the corpse finally understood.

It’s easy to just ask for a board!

After Shi Shi finished shouting, he walked towards the gate of the Sangjia Village wall in front of everyone's gaze.

A pair of small hands placed on the large wooden board nailed to the door and pulled it.

Hey, got the board.

The corpse walked up to Sanderfa with a proud look on her face, holding the board that was almost half her height, and looking for praise.

As soon as the corpse came back, it was of great help!

Come and praise the corpse!

Sanderfa looked at the dead girl in front of him who was smiling with narrowed eyes, and his eyes turned black again and again!

He clenched his fists tightly at his sides and kept comforting himself in his heart.

She is still a child, still a child!

Damn it, what a prodigal son!

That's a nice gate, did it provoke her?

She said to tear it down, so tear it down!

But even though Sanderfa was crying in his heart, he still gave Shishi a kind, somewhat stiff smile in response.

Then he nodded towards the county magistrate, indicating that she should give the board to the county magistrate.

The corpse, having received a positive response, also walked towards the county magistrate very obediently with the board in his arms, stuffed the board into the county magistrate's arms, and said sweetly:

"Uncle, you don't have to thank me~"

The corpse said "you're welcome", but stood there motionless with an expectant look on his face.

The county magistrate was confused!

Where is this going now? Where did this girl come from?

But when he saw that the prince had no objection to the girl's behavior, he dared not say anything.

Seeing that the little girl was still standing in front of him, the county magistrate had to force an awkward but polite smile at her.

The little girl still didn't move...

The county magistrate thought carefully about what the little girl had just said.

Then he said tentatively in a gentle tone:

"Hehe~ That...

Thank you~"

Upon hearing this, Shishi's face immediately blossomed into a wider sweet smile, and he replied:

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure!"

This time, the corpse was finally satisfied, and she walked back to her mother with happy steps.

As the county magistrate walked towards Zhao Dahai holding the wooden board, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This old thing is really alive!

You can't die even if you do this!

Yes, after he felt the weight of the wooden board, he knew that Zhao Dahai had escaped death today.

Although this wooden board is made of solid wood, it is ultimately inferior to the kind of caning stick used exclusively in government offices.

If he were taken back to the yamen, Zhao Dahai would die if he couldn't withstand twenty beatings. Now, I'm afraid he would be seriously injured.

The county magistrate handed the board to the officers and signaled them to take action.

As a result, the board he handed over was snatched away by Yun Yi.

"I come!"

Yun Yi said in a cold voice, looking at Zhao Dahai with eyes as cold as if he was looking at a dead person.

The people in Sangjia Village didn’t know the ins and outs of this, so how could he not know?

When his prince mentioned thirty lashes of the cane, he meant that he didn't want the old man to live any longer.

It was just that the little girl accidentally did this and ended up saving the old man's life.

How dare you insult his prince like this...

Cold blades shot out from Yun Yi's dark eyes. When Zhao Dahai saw them, he felt a chill running through his bones, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It was a pity that his mouth had just been blocked by Yun Yi, and he could not make any sound.

He could only desperately make a mumbling sound with his throat. His cloudy old eyes looked at Yun Yi with horror, and he kept shaking his head and begging.

But Yun Yi pretended not to hear anything. He winked at the officer beside him and turned his index finger, indicating that they should turn the man over and hold him down.

The officers nodded hurriedly when they saw this, and tremblingly turned Zhao Dahai over. Two of them held down his upper body tightly, while one held down his feet at the back.

As Yun raised his hands high and then dropped them, Zhao Dahai felt a strong wind hitting his buttocks, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Hmm~"

He let out a long, painful groan from his throat, and before he could struggle, the pain on his buttocks came one after another, completely depriving him of the strength to resist.

The emotions in Zhao Dahai's eyes kept changing between fear, anger, unwillingness, and resentment, and then gradually became blurred and scattered.

The villagers from other villages were kneeling on the ground around, staring at the big board rising and falling in horror, feeling as if every blow was hitting them, making their bodies tremble continuously.

This scene changed their long-held view of Sangjia Village from being difficult to mess with to being a place that absolutely could not be messed with.

When the previous county magistrate had his property confiscated and was exiled, they heard that it was because of Sangjia Village.

But at that time, Huo Yunting not only returned the grain to Sangjia Village, but also had people return the extra grain from the surrounding villages.

So they thought that the legendary great general who defended the country just happened to meet the people of Sangjia Village and helped them after listening to their complaints.

After all, all the surrounding villages knew that Sangjia Village was being targeted and that its taxes were higher than theirs.

But who could have thought that, although they were all peasants, he was not only related to the great general who defended the country, but there was also a prince who was hanging out with them.

Those people from other villages who followed Zhao Dahai because of his provocative words were now filled with regret!

Although Yun Yi has not practiced the special techniques of hitting with a board, he has internal strength.

Relying on his internal strength, he was able to control the power of each blow just right.

Zhao Dahai felt like he was dead, but not completely dead.

Only then did Zhao Dahai clearly realize how painful death was.

If he could shout, he would definitely shout loudly:

Please, give me a quick death!

Unfortunately, he couldn't shout out, so Yun Yi naturally couldn't help him.

Until Yun Yi's last blow of the board fell, Zhao Dahai was still in a vague state of consciousness.

After the fight, Yun Yi threw the board in his hand away and rubbed his palms twice with some disgust.

Then he walked to Huo Lingxing and replied in a low voice:

"My Lord, the fight is over."

Huo Lingxing first glanced back at Zhao Dahai who was lying motionless on the ground, and then turned back to look at Yun Yi with admiration, and nodded slightly to him with great satisfaction.

"Let's go back."

Huo Lingxing said softly.

Upon hearing this, Sandefa hurriedly called the people from Sangjia Village who were watching the show back to the village.

Seeing that they were about to leave, the county magistrate wanted to step forward timidly and try to get closer to Huo Lingxing.

But just as he took a step, he saw Yun Yi with an impatient look on his face, waving at him to leave.

The meaning is self-evident.

The county magistrate had no choice but to retract his forward foot, lowered his head, and waited respectfully for Huo Lingxing and his group to leave first.