The weather is just right, in a quaint village outside the forest city.

In the village, pedestrians are in a hurry, and their steps reveal anxiety and restlessness.

The quiet village of the past is gone at this moment.

In the past, the children liked to gather most in the open space, the farmland outside the village, and the village women who should be next to the stream

Everything was deserted, with a cold wind blowing through the fallen leaves.

This kind of scene is extremely bleak, and for a moment, it seems that even the most basic vitality of this village is gradually disappearing.

In the deepest part of the village, there was the tallest wooden house, and a middle-aged man and a solemn-looking young man walked out of the study one after another.

Zoom in and see what you can see.

This young man is a lazy young man who met in the day a few days ago, and his lazy posture seems to be half-open forever, but at this moment, he seems to have become a tiger ready to attack, and a fierce general who is about to go to the battlefield to fight

That momentum is solemn, solemn, and even tragic!

The two men looked at each other, then took a long breath and stopped in front of the door of a room in the attic.

The two looked at each other and were at a stalemate.

After a long time, the middle-aged man sighed softly, raised his right hand and was about to knock on the door.

That posture, that look, as if the knocking on the door was heavier and more difficult than Wan Jun.

The ten fingers and the wooden door were getting closer and closer, and the two strong men were like facing a great enemy, and their hanging hands clenched and then loosened, and loosened but clenched again.

In just a few breaths, the foreheads of the two of them were covered with fine and dense sweat.

In just a few breaths, in the minds of the two of them, scenes quickly swept over, which were pictures of brother and sister, father and daughter

When Shan'er was young, she only had a father, not a mother. ’

Rather, these two men were the two most important men in his life, the two mountains that always protected him. ’

And now, these two mountains want to say to this ignorant girl: "Child, we are leaving, and you can only rely on yourself in the future." We're leaving, we're leaving'

Holding his breath, his index finger about to knock on the door.

"Young Master Qi Qihuo, Little Master Hiki."

And at this moment, a respectful greeting suddenly sounded from behind the two.

The shout was so vivid that the index finger that had landed on the door a centimeter further before it stopped.

Qi Qihuo and Hiki glanced at each other, exhaled a long breath, and a wry smile appeared on their faces, which were actually soaked behind the two of them.

I saw that the middle-aged man Qi Qihuo made a silent gesture in front of his mouth, and then took the lead to step aside and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

It was the old servant Aru who was serving beside the ghost lord of Aru, who bowed down in gray clothes and said, "A group of young people have appeared at the gate of the village. ”

"The young people tried to enter the village, but our people stopped them."

"Oh?"

When Qi Qihuo heard this, his brows furrowed, and a strong sense of majesty arose: "Then drive them away." ”

"Wait!"

Just as Aru bowed down and was about to retreat, Qi Qi raised his eyebrows, and suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Na Aru, making a gesture of wanting to speak and stopping.

"Forget it, let me see for myself."

As he spoke, he didn't wait for this Aru's response, and he was already in front.

That look, that step actually seemed a little hurried, and there was a trace of ease of escaping.

"Daddy, brother?"

Seeing his father like this, Hiki smiled bitterly, shook his head, and was about to follow.

Unexpectedly, the door behind him was suddenly opened, and a confused girl's voice suddenly sounded: "Where are you going?" I'm going too! ”

This is a mysterious Yi village. ’

This is the feeling in the hearts of the people who are in the day.

In front of the ancient village, seven or eight young men from ethnic minorities blocked a group of people outside the village during the day.

It seems that during the day, this group is quite numerous, and strong and brave young men are coming from all over the village.

In front of the entrance of the village, there is a large stone, and I don't know how long this stone is.

At this moment, on the stone sat an old man with gray hair and wearing the oldest Yi costume.

The old man was dark-skinned, his face was furrowed, and his arms were not even much different from those of skin and bones.

The old man is very vicissitudes, and he can't even tell his age, he may be seventy or eighty years old, he may be ** ten years old, or he may be one hundred and ten years old

"We won't disturb you, we just want to see this oldest ethnic group and feel the culture that has been passed down from ancient times!"

Sicong held the young man's pushing arm with one hand, and shouted loudly: "We heard that your village is the oldest village in Guizhou Province, so we came here. ”

"Let's go, our village doesn't accept any outsiders right now."

"Hurry up, or don't blame us for hurting you!"

Several sturdy young men, frowning and their sleeves rolled up, revealing their strong muscles, shouted as they pushed.

The noisy crowd, but no one noticed the old man sitting on the boulder, or the old man and the boulder seemed to have long since merged into one.

The old man's expression was vicissitudes, and his small eyes were infinitely far away.

He opened the cigarette pouch on his waist, filled it on the cigarette stick, and then took a deep breath with his eyes narrowed, and his expression seemed to be quite enjoyable.

The old man sat on the stone, looking at the two groups of young men who were pushing and convincing, and he did not speak, nor did his expression change in the slightest.

How old is this stone? ’

Perhaps the old man was thinking about this meaningless question in his heart: "Maybe there has been zài since the establishment of the village."

"My grandfather used to sit on this rock, smoking like I did, and watching the young people fight."

"Maybe my great-grandfather did the same."

The old man thought about it and suddenly let out a series of light coughs, perhaps the cigarette stick was inhaled violently, but the old man's comfortable expression was condensed at the same time.

"The village seems to be in great trouble"

Although the old man is old, his heart is very transparent.

He is the oldest surviving old man in this ancient Yi village, but no one bothers him when he is alive and dead.

But even if you don't say it, the old man won't know, right?

"Is that thing about to be born?"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and a sharp cold glow shot straight out, which made people's hearts palpitate and awe-inspiring.

This should not be the momentum that emanates from an old man.

"Let's go in and have a look, we'll be out soon!"

Zhong Haixu also shouted loudly: "We promise not to walk around casually, not to move around." ”

"We promise to follow your rules, and we can give you money!"

During this time, the number of confrontations suddenly increased by twenty or thirty people.

The young people of the Yi village have also become much more fierce, and they have become even more powerful.

"Oops!"

One didn't pay attention, Xie Miyan's feet were crooked, and he actually fell to the ground.

A lot of cold sweat broke out on his white forehead.

Both sides are young people, and they are already very angry.

And when the people saw such a scene, they suddenly became angry, and the old cow raised his thick eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his big fist.

Seeing this, it was also on fire during the day