The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

After he stood firmly on his feet, Sang Jiahe below slowly stood up.

Sang Jiaming, who was standing aside, climbed up his two brothers' bodies like a nimble wild monkey, and in a few seconds he stood on his brother Sang Jiafa's shoulders.

Although the three brothers are not short in stature, Sang Jiafa and Sang Jiaming are still a pair of immature boys.

Sang Jiaming, who was at the top, stretched out his hand hard and saw with the help of the moonlight that he was still half an arm away from reaching the edge of the wall.

He gritted his teeth and shouted to the brothers below:

"Brother, hold on tight, I'm about to jump!"

The next moment, he stepped on Sang Jiafa's shoulders with his toes, stretched out his arms, and jumped up with all his might.

Good news, we caught it!

Bad news, the two brothers fell down badly.

Why didn’t you wait until the dance was over before shouting?

He didn't even give the other person some time to react. If it weren't for his eldest uncle and second uncle who reacted quickly and stood up to catch it, his brother would have fallen flat on his face.

It was very dark at night, and in order to avoid being discovered, the family did not light any torches and walked all the way in the dark.

Therefore, Sang Jiaming, who had successfully climbed up the wall, could not see what was happening below except for a few dark shadows, but judging from the noise, it seemed that nothing serious was happening.

So he didn't delay any longer and untied the thick hemp rope he had prepared around his waist early in the morning.

Tie one end to the raised part of the wall, pull it hard, and after testing its strength, throw the other end down the wall with confidence.

The two brothers Sang Jia and Sang Jiafa just rubbed their buttocks and climbed up in embarrassment.

Before he could even curse, he heard the culprit's low voice from above:

"The rope is tied, come up quickly~"

Then, a hemp rope as thick as two fingers fell from the wall in front of him.

Seeing this, the two brothers silently swallowed the complaints that were on the tip of their tongues.

"Grandpa and grandma, I'll go up first and pick you up later."

After Sang Jiafa finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the hemp rope, pushed his feet on the wall, and climbed up nimbly.

Sang Jiaming, who was above, saw that the first person to come up was his own brother, so he quickly reached out to help, still putting on a smile.

But even so, he couldn't avoid the fact that the first thing his brother did after he stood firm was to raise his hand and give him a big fight.

"You want to throw me to death, don't you?"

"Hehe~ How can that be, Fourth Brother~

I don’t know you, that height is just like a tickle to you~"

"Humph!"

After a while, the hemp rope fell again.

Although the two elders of the Sang family are still in good health and their hands and feet are nimble, they are old after all.

But just in case, everyone decided that the two elders would go first.

If someone slips or runs out of energy and falls down, with so many people below, they will definitely be able to catch them safely.

Fortunately, the situation that everyone was worried about did not happen.

The two elders were extremely energetic and reached the top directly without taking a breath.

The old lady, who was only thinking about her lovely grandchildren, was even faster than the old man who did heavy work all year round.

Seeing the two elders climb up the wall safely, the others also climbed up one by one, pulling the hemp rope.

The Sang family and the eldest grandson of the eldest son were very responsible and stayed until the end to take on the task of cleaning up the mess.

When everyone else had successfully climbed up the wall, only Sang Jiahe was left.

Sang Jiahe was waiting for the hemp rope to fall again, but what he didn't expect was.

This time, what awaited him was not only the falling hemp rope, but also several arms waving wildly on the wall.

The night was as dark as ink, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He only saw the arms frequently stretching and retracting, as if pointing at something.

Just as he was wondering, a slight strange noise suddenly came from behind him.

Even though the unusual sound was very slight, it was still abrupt and harsh in the quiet night.

Sang Jiahe's whole body tensed up instantly, and he turned around quickly with a wary look on his face.

Turning around, he took one look and finally understood what was going on with those arms waving wildly on the wall.

Ahhhh, there’s a ghost!

I saw a person in white clothes appearing less than an arm's length behind him!

Even though he was a strong and powerful man, he was suddenly shocked to see this strange thing suddenly appear behind him silently.

His little heart couldn't help but be pounding with fear.

Of course, as a grown man, it is impossible for him to scream.

So in a flash, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and punched the white-clothed ghost in the face.

As long as I swing my fist fast enough, ghosts can't scare me.

But when his iron fist, as big as a sandbag, was about to hit the target with a sound of breaking wind.

The ghost in white on the opposite side suddenly spoke.

The voice was weak and soft, with a slight tremor of fear, and it was also very familiar to him.

"Home~Home and Brother~~"

As soon as this voice came out, Sang Jiahe's fist with the wind turned him around at the last second before it was about to fall.

It brushed past the ear of Qin Yuling, who was dressed in white across from him.