Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 44: The Immortal Art Called Science (Three Thousand)

The moonlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, leaving bright spots on the ground. Occasionally, when the night wind blows, the leaves rustle and the spots sway.

Occasionally, you can hear the cry of night crows, adding a sense of eeriness.

Snap, snap, snap...

Under the moonlight, three figures were running wildly through the jungle. All three were skilled warriors, and their speed was swift, their six legs desperately intertwined, like a gust of wind sweeping across the ground. Their faces were twisted and pale, as if they had seen a ghost. Heavy breathing came through their nostrils, and their eyes were filled with unwavering fear.

The soles of my feet stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

"Third brother..."

As if unable to endure the oppression brought by the silence, a man dressed as a porter broke the dead silence: "The eldest, the second, and the sixth are all dead. What should we do? Should we continue the mission?"

"Keep going, you're killing yourself! That brat..." The third brother was a middle-aged man, about thirty or forty years old, with a thin build and long legs. He held a bright silver scimitar in his hand. After the eldest and second brothers died, he became the backbone of the remaining three. The images of his three brothers dying involuntarily emerged in his mind. He shuddered and grumbled, "That brat is not human."

Is it some kind of monster?
Otherwise, how could he use such witchcraft?

"Then how are we going to explain this to the Master when we get back?"

"Who said we were going back? If I had known we were going to have to deal with a monster like this, I wouldn't have come even if you killed me."

Wife, children?
My life is almost in danger, how can I care about those things?
At this moment, the third brother's body suddenly braked and stopped on the ground, his eyes staring coldly at the front. The fourth and fifth brothers next to him also stopped immediately, looked up at the same time, and their hearts skipped a beat.

A few dozen meters away, a shadowy figure stood on the treetops. Its body resembled willow catkins, swaying gently in the night breeze. She was wearing a long white dress, which cast a hazy glow in the moonlight.

The distance was too far to see each other's appearance, but the strange atmosphere cast a shadow over everyone's heart. The third brother shouted, "Who is it?"

The answer came the next moment.

Swish.

It was the cold light of the sword, like a meteor tearing through the night sky.

The speed was so fast that the three warriors could hardly catch it with their naked eyes. The cold light just appeared, and the next moment it was already in front of them.

laugh!laugh!
The two figures seemed to pass by each other, and the next moment, the two arms had separated from the body and soared into the sky. Blood splattered where the shoulders were cut off.

A strong smell of blood began to permeate the darkness.

Ah!
The excruciating pain of having both arms cut off made the third brother scream uncontrollably. His body seemed to have turned into a maggot, wriggling desperately, and the blood spurting out soaked the rotten fallen leaves.

Before the fourth and fifth brothers could react, the silver meteor had already turned back, and with two more hissing sounds, both of the third brother's legs were cut off at the root.

This time, they saw it.

I saw a sword two fingers wide.

An indescribable fear gnawed at their consciousness. This was simply not something they could fight against. Brotherhood became garbage at this moment. Without any hesitation, they accumulated internal energy under their feet. With a bang, two figures were ejected from the left and right.

Only in this way, perhaps one person could survive. As for who it would be, it all depended on fate.

The wind blew from the other side of the woods. The woman in the white dress stood quietly beside the third brother. The woman had a slender figure and the sword was lowered. Drops of sticky blood fell along the tip of the sword and shattered. Some blood spurted out from the body of the third brother, who had turned into a human pig, and sprayed on the woman's skirt. The white dress was stained with scarlet, like a brightly blooming plum blossom.

Some blood splashed onto her face, and her beautiful face exuded an enchanting beauty like a female ghost.

The next moment, the woman's fingers trembled lightly, and the long sword seemed to have a spirit, and a cry like the long cry of a phoenix trembled slightly, and the beautiful body rotated accordingly.

Chi Chi!

Two sword beams shot out.

Destruction, shattering, disintegration, and blood-stained sky!
On the ground, the third brother, whose limbs were cut off, twitched violently, and his pupils were filled with deep fear.

Sword energy leaves the body...Haha, sword energy, hahahaha, he is at least an eighth-grade warrior.

It’s not unfair to lose!

He turned his head desperately, and what came into his sight was a pretty face like an angel.

……

Yang Miaoqing?
Looking at the blood-stained silver note in his hand, Song Yan frowned.

He didn't think that it was Yang who arranged for someone to kill him.

On the one hand, Zhao Hu had already known that the person behind the scenes was Song Yun.

On the other hand, although Yang was not very smart, he was not stupid enough to leave such obvious evidence.

Song Yan laughed. What a guy! He deliberately framed his biological mother. Seventh brother is really a filial son.

Although I don’t know why Song Yun did this, since we have such evidence, how can we not make good use of it?
Thinking of this, Song Yan stood up and turned to look at Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the two men seemed to have become a little different. When he looked over, their bodies instantly straightened up and they stood like javelins.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhang, thank you so much for what happened." Song Yan said with a smile. It was thanks to the two of them just now. If they hadn't stopped the flying ceramic fragments and iron pieces, he wouldn't have been in such a good situation. Although the distance was a bit far, it was impossible to die, but it would hurt.

Moreover, if you are scratched by a rusty iron piece, Tetanus's magic attack is no joke.

A warrior’s training can make a person strong and healthy, but there are some things that are beyond his control.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu shook their heads at the same time: "Son-in-law, don't be like this. We are just guards in the Luo Mansion. How can we be worthy of being called brothers..."

"If you don't mind, you can just call us Lao Zhao or Lao Zhang."

Song Yan was a little surprised. The attitude of these two people changed too much. They were obviously very casual before. Maybe they were scared by the explosion just now?
Song Yan kept the details of the grenade's manufacture and use secret from anyone. On the one hand, he was in the Luo Mansion, so he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to. On the other hand, he needed bodyguards while testing the grenade's power. Zhang Long and Zhao Hu perfectly fulfilled this responsibility. If the grenade's power didn't satisfy him, the two of them would be enough to eliminate all the killers and effectively prevent any possible accidents.

Things went smoothly, except that he did not anticipate the possible psychological trauma. Muttering in his heart, Song Yan asked again: "What are the ranks of the two brothers?"

"A sixth-rank warrior." Zhao Hu answered proudly.

Obviously, in this world, a sixth-grade warrior is already considered a pretty good player.

"With your strength, can you withstand the grenade just now?" Song Yan was a little curious.

He wanted to know the exact level of destructive power of the grenade, but he couldn't go around looking for people to experiment on it, after all, that would be a bit time-consuming.

The two looked at each other. Grenade? Could this be another name for the palm thunder in the magic technique?
After a brief silence, everyone shook their heads. Finally, Zhao Hu spoke up, "If we're three steps away, we're confident we can dodge. Even if we can't completely dodge, we won't die. But if we grab it like that guy did, we'll be killed."

He was quite satisfied with this answer.

This was only the first generation of the product, after all. Song Yan believed that as long as the purity of the gunpowder was continuously improved and the amount of gunpowder was continuously increased, even a Grandmaster would be able to blow you up with a seventh, eighth, or ninth grade gunpowder. While rubbing a nuclear bomb by hand wouldn't be possible, rubbing a large-yield explosive charge wouldn't be a problem.

Until this moment, Song Yan finally felt that his life was slightly protected.

He exhaled and stretched his arms hard to relieve his stiff arms: "Let's go!"

"Where are you going, son-in-law? Home?" Gu Banxia followed behind him.

"Go to the Song family."

Song Yan raised the tattered banknotes in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

This time he will definitely turn the world upside down. Of course, it is unrealistic to completely kill Yang Miaoqing with just this silver note, but it is easy to implicate Song Zhen.

Although the original target was Song Yun, it is also possible to change it to Song Zhen.

At least one of his legs will be broken.

"Sir... what you used before was the legendary immortal technique, palm thunder, right?"

Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and even Gu Banxia all turned their eyes to Song Yan.

"What palm thunder? That's a hand grenade, and it's not a magic technique. It's..." He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain it for a moment. After thinking for a while, Song Yan said, "That's science."

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we understand the magic called science, we understand."

You know nothing.

Song Yan was speechless. It was indeed not an easy task to explain the truth to these ancient people. If he had met an alchemist or something like that, it might have been easier. But it happened to be Zhao Hu, whose brains were all brawn.

……

In the dark Ningping County, there are occasional lanterns from wealthy families, illuminating the nearby flowers, trees, and gravel roads.

Before I knew it, a magnificent, luxurious and familiar mansion appeared before my eyes. If it wasn't the Duke of Song's Mansion, then where else could it be?

Although it was the middle of the night, the Duke's Mansion still had to have servants on night watch. Perhaps because they were too sleepy, the two servants were drowsy.

Looking at the door in front of him, Song Yan's eyes were cold and stern: "Old Zhao, go and knock on the door."

"Remember to be a little crazy."

"Don't bring disgrace to the reputation of the Princess's Mansion."

I'm here to cause trouble, so the bigger the better.

Following the order from his brother-in-law, Zhao Hu walked towards the gate of the Duke's Mansion at a pace of 2.58 million. The two gatekeepers were probably too sleepy. Even after Zhao Hu reached them, they were still leaning against the doorpost and sleeping soundly.

After taking a look at the vermilion gate in front of him, Zhao Hu showed a sinister smile on his face. He pursed his lips and raised his right foot the next second.

call……

boom!
A sound like muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the silent night.

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