Liao Ming found that these children didn't move at all, but a fat little fat man behind the tall children snorted his nose, and when he looked up, he saw several pairs of big eyes staring at him, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"What, you don't like to play with this?" Liao Ming saw that these children actually looked at their knives again, and immediately pushed the knives behind his back backwards.

"Naturally, the knife can't be lent to you to play, you are still young, and it is very important to me not to move this thing, but I can show you the knife style that I once used to slash the sky dragon, I want to ...... back then."

These children didn't understand what the big brother in front of them was dancing with his eyebrows, not only did he not draw his knife much, but he even looked up to the sky and smiled proudly.

The children looked at each other, and this guy was really stupid.

It's better to have less contact.

Liao Ming was a little embarrassed when he saw that these children actually turned around and left, without dragging mud and water at all.

But there is no way, the language barrier is the biggest obstacle, if these people learn some Yueyang official dialect, they will not be blocked from watching the play here like monkeys.

But whatever, the most important thing now is Yang Yi's injury, if people are not saved after a few days and continue to return to heaven, then he only needs to continue to be a lonely ghost in Luzhou, this can't be helped, for him, Yang Yi's appearance is a change, and now Yang Yi is inexplicably made by a group of flying immortals.

Whoever can stand it.

Liao Ming held the scabbard with his fingers, and his eyes saw those children jumping towards the village, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift into the distance.

When Liao Ming was a child, as an ordinary family in the market, his parents often worked in the fields when they were young, and they often went out for three or four days, and even now, Liao Ming doesn't know what they are doing.

Under indulgent management, Liao Ming's current out-of-the-box character has also developed.

In those days, the thing that accompanied Liao Ming the most was the knife on his waist.

Liao Ming, the stall vendor, naturally knows it, but after all, this is a partner who has accompanied him so far, even if it is a wooden knife, it is not allowed to be touched by others, even if it is a child.

Inadvertently, Liao Ming frowned.

His eyes were tightly fixed on the direction where the children had left, and a strange feeling lingered in Liao Ming's heart.

What's the problem?

A voice came from behind Liao Ming.

"Little brother isn't from the village, is he?"

After turning around, he was greeted by a middle-aged man with a strong smile, for fear of treating Liao Ming as an outsider.

Before he got close, the middle-aged man had already stretched out his left hand early.

Liao Ming stretched out his right hand and held it, but at this moment, Liao Ming's figure suddenly froze.

This indescribable feeling that lingered in my heart was infinitely magnified at this moment.

The moment the cold touch was felt on the palm of his hand, Liao Ming woke up.

These people.

Starting from the old woman, to the children, and even the man in front of him, almost all of them were left-handed.

What's going on?

Aren't these people all left-handed?

But why, the man's hands in front of him were cold like a man who had died early.

Liao Ming knows this kind of touch.

You must know that he came here by carrying Yang Yi's dead corpse on his back and climbing over the mountains, and he is quite familiar with this feeling.

The middle-aged man saw Liao Ming stunned in place, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "What's wrong with the little brother?

Liao Ming reacted, swallowed his saliva, and said with a dry smile: "It's not true, I'm just curious about my brother's hand...... Why is it so icy?"

The man laughed: "This, ** sick, I don't know what kind of disease I have, my hands are like this all year round, but there seems to be nothing wrong with other parts, which is very strange." ”

After that, the man scratched his head with his retracted left hand, and his face was strange and did not look like a fake.

This made Liao Ming even more curious: "Anyway, you are all left-handed in Zhiyun Village?"

The man's face was almost the same as Liao Ming's, and he was also a little curious: "Huh, isn't it?"

This time it was Liao Ming's turn to be a little confused.

The haze that had haunted Liao Ming's heart before dissipated, and was replaced by doubts and incomprehension.

Could it be that these people are so isolated that they are even different from outsiders?

Liao Ming smiled dryly: "This ...... I guess so. ”

The middle-aged man didn't stumble on this topic either, and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't think too much, we haven't been outside, so some of the customs in our village have been continued, oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself." ”

"I am the village chief of Zhiyun Village, and my surname is Hu Mingyou. ”

......

in a room.

Yang Yi was still lying on the bed quietly as he was at the beginning, his face was like blood, and he couldn't see the slightest ruddy flush of normal people.

The lips are chapped and white in the cracks.

His breathing was stagnant, his chest did not rise and fall, and he looked like a dead man.

At this time.

There were dozens of long needles inserted into Yang Yi's body, which were accurately inserted into some key acupuncture points on Yang Yi's body.

After the old woman finished the last needle, she put her hands in the basin of water and took out the last long needle.

The surface of the long needle is as smooth as ice and snow, and there are water droplets flowing on it, and finally it drops into a basin of water.

The water in the basin is not ordinary water, although the color is clear, but there is a faint fragrance lingering in the room, which is indescribably refreshing.

The old woman turned around and came to Yang Yi's side, her eyes wandering on Yang Yi's body, and finally found the acupuncture point she wanted.

Just as the old woman wanted to pierce the long needle in her hand into Yang Yi's body, her left hand suddenly stiffened and stopped in mid-air.

His eyes had lost their original expression, and they were hollow, and they just stood here without moving.

Like a puppet statue.

Yang Yi opened his eyes and saw it.

It's the top of the clouds at your fingertips.

As the sun sets, the entire canopy of the sky is dipped in a red halo.

Yang Yi had a splitting headache, raised his body and saw that in the backlight, there was a figure standing upright there, without any movement.

Only the sleeves and hair are automatic with the wind.

After realizing that Yang Yi was awake, his back turned slightly, and then he no longer made too many movements.

Yang Yi took two steps forward, and suddenly realized that his entire body was actually floating on the canopy, but the real feeling of stepping on his feet did exist.

Looking up again, Yang Yi said, "Who are you?

The back did not turn around and continued, "You are dead. ”

Yang Yi frowned: "Oh? The author's old dog is actually willing to let me die? It's really rare for the sun to come out of the west!"

The back figure put his hands in his pockets and said softly: "How can you be reluctant, I just want to tell you that even if you die, you still can't get out of the world I have constructed." ”

Yang Yi's heart shook dramatically, and the anger suppressed in his heart burst out instantly, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were sharp, and he said in a low voice:

"You ......"

"It's the author's old dog!!"