"Everyone stay where you are, don't move!" Tong Sanlang stared at the pit for a few seconds, his handsome face dark like still water.
He wasn't just addressing the busy servants in the backyard but also the people standing beside the pigsty and those scattered around the manor.
Standing atop the roof, his body as agile as a swallow, he traversed the distance and landed outside the courtyard where the guards lived.
Fan Linong had already rushed out, and upon seeing him, immediately asked, "What's going on?"
"I don't know, there was a sudden explosion in the backyard, seems like gunpowder, please Uncle Fan take a look," Tong Sanlang said.
He had never seen real explosives, but he had heard about them from Qiao Xiaomai.
The explosion had created a big pit and even collapsed the surrounding wall—this was not something that could be done by human force; it must be gunpowder.