The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

Sang Jiaan's question made everyone present open their eyes wide and cast expectant gazes at Shi Shi.

When Shi Shi was asked this question, he stretched his neck forward, looking confused.

"what?"

Well, when everyone saw her confused look, they understood.

After only a moment of loss, Mr. Sang heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

If this tank really comes out, I'm afraid that Daxia, which has not been able to maintain stability, will be in chaos again.

Not only Daxia, but the whole world will be in chaos.

Old Master Sang had actually experienced those chaotic years and had lost his loved ones in the war-torn conflicts. He was really afraid and did not dare or want to let this hard-earned stability be broken again.

He sighed softly.

"Okay, Shishi, take this thing back."

“No, but we can learn!”

The voices of Mr. Sang and Shishi rang out together.

Shi Shi's words enlightened everyone, but Mr. Sang's words left everyone bewildered.

"Dad, why would you take back such a powerful thing?"

Even if they don't know how to drive this tank, it's still pretty intimidating just to have it in the village!

Sang Tiezi didn't understand why his father asked his daughter to take the tank back.

After hearing his youngest son's question, Mr. Sang didn't reply. He just looked at him deeply with a complicated expression. Then he turned around and said to Shi Shi again with a slightly serious face:

"Shi girl, listen to Grandpa and take that tank back."

When Shishi heard his grandfather's sudden and somewhat tough request, he looked at others at a loss.

What's wrong with this corpse?

Or does grandpa just not like this big tank?

After Grandpa Sang spoke, even if the family had any objections, they could only keep them to themselves. Some nodded slightly at the corpse, and some looked at it with comfort.

Seeing this, Shishi lowered his head in disappointment and walked towards the tank with slow steps.

Oh, forget it, grandpa doesn’t like this one, let’s change the corpse!

Sang Tiezhu looked at his dejected niece and couldn't help but speak.

"Dad, I know what you're thinking, but whether we have this tank, whether we can operate it, and whether we can use it against others are two different things!"

He was the eldest son in the family and had lived a hard life with his parents for a long time. Although he had not experienced war, since he was old enough to understand, what he heard most from the older generation in Sangjia Village was the fear, panic and lingering fear of that chaotic period.

Later, as life got better, the older generation began to talk about it less and less, and instead started to brag about how powerful and heroic they were when they were bandits.

So he knew what his father was worried about and afraid of.

When Mr. Sang heard this, his eyes flashed and he stared at Sang Tiezhu for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.

"Forget it. You guys go and invite the village chief and the elders to come and discuss it together before making a decision."

Mr. Sang finally backed down, but he really didn't dare to make such a big decision on his own.

I don't know how many innocent lives were killed when that tank fired.

If he were a person in power, he might be indifferent, but he is just one of the innocent people who can be sacrificed at any time by those in power in order to fight for fame and fortune!

After hearing his father's instructions, Sang Tiezhu gave a wink to the men in the family. After receiving the signal, they hurried to ask for help.

As soon as the men of the old Sang family left, Wang slapped her forehead as if she remembered something.

"Qingqing, go back quickly and stop that girl Yuling.

Forget it, you three sisters-in-law should go back first. There are outsiders in the village now, and they won’t notice anything when the family members are not here.”

The girls need to wash up slowly, as Yuling is very particular, but judging by the time, it’s almost time for her to come.

Sang Qingqing and her three sisters-in-law nodded when they heard this, and hurried home.

Just as the two elders gave a few instructions, they turned around and saw their little granddaughter quietly doing something important again.

Shishi didn't take the tank away directly, but took out various handguns, rifles, machine guns, various cannons, and a pile of books.

When the corpse saw his grandparents looking over, he waved at them and grinned.

"Grandpa and grandma, come and see what you like!"

The two elders should have been accustomed to this kind of scene, but when they saw those objects covered in black and the black holes on each of them, they felt a chill for no reason.

The two looked at each other, swallowed, and slowly moved their somewhat stiff legs.

"Shishi~ What are these things?"

Shishi raised a slightly proud smile, clenched his fists, and then extended his index finger and thumb, raising them one after the other to chest height.

“Grandpa, these are weapons for war.

Just like that, biu~biu~biu~

And this one is, da da da da~"

The little granddaughter's movements and simulated sounds were obviously very cute, but for some reason, Grandpa Sang thought they were really scary.

"Hahaha~ Your sweet baby is so amazing!"

Wang didn't understand what her granddaughter's gesture meant, so she just closed her eyes and praised her!

When Shisi was praised, he couldn't help but grin, but when he turned his eyes, he saw his grandfather next to him, whose smile was uglier than crying.

The corpse thought that maybe Grandpa still didn't like these weapons, so he pointed to the books beside him and recommended them earnestly:

"Grandpa, look at these!

You’re definitely going to like these~”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sang curiously stretched his head to look over there.

But he could barely read, let alone recognize simplified Chinese characters. Moreover, the appearance of the books that the corpse took out was very different from the books in Daxia.

So Mr. Sang looked around several times but couldn't figure out what it was.

He could only look at his little granddaughter with doubt.

"Shi girl, what are those things?"

Shishi came close to her grandfather and whispered mysteriously:

"Martial arts secret book."

Huo Yunting, who was hiding in the dark, looked at Yun Yi with a questioning look:

Did you hear what the little girl said?

Yun Yi shook his head honestly.

The next moment, Mr. Sang screamed.

"What! A martial arts secret manual?"

Huo Yunting: Thank you, may good people live a peaceful life.

Old Master Sang widened his eyes, unable to believe what he heard.

After all, the only secret books they can call are martial arts secret books, which are all regarded as family inheritance and carefully treasured.

I heard that some people from martial arts families value their martial arts secrets more than their lives and never pass them on to others.

Seeing this, Shishi skillfully took out his tablet and showed his grandfather the skills from movies and TV series, such as Floating on Water, Iron Cloth Shirt, Nine Yin Bone Claw, Hitting the Bull from Across the Mountain, etc...

Mr. Sang, who had never seen the world, was so shocked by the fighting effects in the video that he could hardly calm down.

A small stone can easily take a person's life from a hundred steps away, and one man with a sword can fight against thousands of troops!

Oh my God!