The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

Wang was heartbroken.

But this was arranged by her good granddaughter, and her granddaughter would definitely not lie to her!

So no matter how reluctant she was, she had to silently accept the transformation from a celestial maiden into an old woman.

It is definitely impossible for so many people to each fire a mortar.

Sang Jiaan originally didn't intend to let them experience this, just play with the wooden warehouse.

but!

The Huo family was present. Although both sides seemed to have a good relationship in the past, they did not dare to hand over the wooden warehouse to each other at this moment.

Putting aside other things, just look at the warning we gave them earlier. Who knows if they will be holding a grudge in their hearts.

What if after getting the wooden warehouse, he directly gave them a volley of bullets?

Huo Yunting and the four Yuns were more self-aware. Although they were staring intently at everyone playing the wooden cannon, they knew with a simple thought that under such circumstances the other party would not let them get the artifact, so they were relatively restrained in their expressions.

But Huo Lingxing is already old, and I don’t know if his brain is broken and he doesn’t understand the situation or what, but his eager and longing eyes are too naked and burning.

Sang Jiaan's scalp tingled under his stare, and he was about to turn around and ignore his longing look, but then he thought again.

It wouldn't be a bad idea to let him personally experience the strength of their Sangjia Village. This might be more effective in deterring them.

Thinking of this, Sang Jia'an stopped turning around and gave Huo Lingxing a smile as warm as the spring breeze in February.

"Sir, do you want to try it too?"

He seemed to have just noticed Huo Lingxing's eager eyes, and stepped forward to ask in a concerned voice.

After Huo Lingxing recovered from his previous panic and shock, although he had always claimed to be a scholar who did not like fighting and killing, he could not help but feel curious and yearning for the artifact with astonishing lethality.

This is a magical artifact that can easily overthrow their Great Xia Dynasty. Even if they can't get it, it would be good to be able to touch it and learn more about it.

Prince Huo lost his composure in the face of future technology. When he heard Sang Jiaan's question, his originally burning gaze became somewhat humble and cautious.

"Is it possible?"

Seeing him like this, Sang Jiaan was silent for a moment.

If it weren't for Shishi, why would he, a high and mighty prince, treat a mere peasant like him like this?

Sang Jiaan did not answer directly, but nodded slightly and led the man straight to the mortar.

"Sir, you are a distinguished person, so if you want to play, you must play the best."

Huo Lingxing's face, which was originally slightly excited and excited, immediately froze when he heard his words. It was obvious that the boy's flattery had backfired.

Knowing his noble status, he still brought him to this deep forest to intimidate him!

It was just a polite remark, and Sang Jia'an didn't care whether he hit the right place or not. After asking everyone around to stay away, he briefly taught Huo Lingxing how to use the mortar.

This simple teaching is really simple, there are only two steps in total.

Throw a bomb and cover your ears to hide.

There were not as many artillery shells as bullets, so Sang Jiaan was very careful and did not demonstrate it to Huo Lingxing with real objects. He just simulated the action of dropping bombs several times and asked him if he had learned it.

Huo Lingxing nodded heavily. He stared at the pitch-black barrel and felt that the blood in his body was boiling.

Seeing this, Sang Jiaan didn't say anything more. He just handed him a shell carefully, then quickly walked to the back and asked everyone to lie down together.

Huo Yunting glanced at his father's body, which was trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear, and walked forward reluctantly.

"Don't be afraid, Dad. I'm here to protect you."

"I'm not afraid of your father!"

When Huo Lingxing heard his son's words, he immediately turned his head and glared at him, retorting.

How could I not be afraid!

Just look at the bald mountain opposite and you will know how powerful this thing is. What if you don’t do it right and it explodes in your hand?

Perhaps it was the presence of his eldest son beside him that gave him strength or something else, but Huo Lingxing hesitated for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and finally looked back with a fearless demeanor at his wife lying on the ground behind him.

“I’m going to let go!!!”

Huo Lingxing shouted, and everyone saw him holding the shell in both hands and stuffing it into the black barrel, then he stood up very quickly.

Cover your ears...

Huo Yunting, who was standing aside, saw that there was nothing wrong with his father's operation and was about to imitate Sang Jiaan's previous behavior and turn around, bend down and cover his ears.

As a result, when he had just turned halfway, he saw his father standing upright next to the barrel of the cannon, covering his ears.

"father!"

Huo Yunting shouted anxiously and reached out to pull his father, but the next moment.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise resounded through the sky.

The dust raised by the recoil of the shells settled, and the father and son, who had been dressed smartly, now looked gray.

Huo Yunting endured the discomfort of the buzzing in his ears, brushed off the dust on his body with his hands, and shouted angrily:

"Dad! Didn't I tell you to cover your ears and hide in the end?"

Huo Lingxing used to think that every time Sang Jiaan turned around and covered his ears, it was to allow him to see more clearly.

So at this moment his head was buzzing with shock, and he didn't understand why.

I clearly did everything strictly according to what that kid taught me!

Feeling the noise behind him, he slowly turned around with a dull expression, looked at his son twice, and then stretched his neck.

"Huh? What did you say?

Didn’t you say you were protecting me!!!”

Huo Lingxing, who was a little hard of hearing due to the explosion, didn't realize that he was almost shouting when he spoke.

His previously dull expression gradually turned into one of contempt as he looked at his son.

Damn general!

He can't even protect his own father!

Seeing this, the mean-spirited Sang Jiaan did not step forward to care about the two people's situation, but instead winked at his own people.

Then the people of Sangjia Village carried their weapons, took Xu with them, and ran down the mountain.

We went up the mountain in the morning and it was already afternoon when we got back to the village.

Xu and Qin Yuling, two wealthy families who usually never left their homes, were already exhausted after this ordeal and shock, and went back to their respective homes as soon as they returned to the village.

Old Sang's family returned home with the elders and village chiefs.

The main hall of the old Sang family.

"Jia'an, is it okay for us to just leave them on the mountain like this?"

Sanderfa asked hesitantly.

Sang Jiaan naturally knew who he was referring to and waved his hand indifferently:

"It's okay, Uncle Village Chief. There are still four Yuns following them. Besides, after what happened, they also need time and space to re-evaluate our Sangjia Village."

What he said was indeed true. With Huo Yunting and the four Yuns around, it would be easy to catch up with them, even with the frail Huo Lingxing.

But they stood there, looking at the opposite hillside in silence for a long time, and then they slowly walked down the mountain while discussing.

Seeing that Sang Jiaan was so confident, the others no longer worried about the father and son.

"Third brother, you asked Shishi for those things yesterday, and stayed in the house tinkering with them for so long, just for something like this today?"