The eldest son of the head of the Yang family was completely expelled from the house for some reason, and since then, the head of the family, Yang Cheng, has only one daughter, and there is no Yang Yi.

This news completely shocked the entire Heavenly Stone City.

Whether it is the people in the market or the famous and wealthy families who are facing each other at the first time, they can see the shock in the eyes of the other party.

You know, how important is the eldest son of a family head, this is the future successor of a family.

As we all know, there is no precedent for the position of the head of the family, and the Yang family has only one son, and the inexplicable expulsion from the family tree will inevitably have a significant impact on the future of a large family.

Mrs. Yang sat in the hall with a sad face, her hand constantly patting her sobbing little daughter Yang Xiaoya.

The head of the family, Yang Cheng, rested his elbows on the table, his hands on his forehead, his eyes closed, and his face was sad, with a hint of anger.

Some of the Yang family's guests sighed, not knowing what to say.

A guest who was a little closer to Yang Cheng sighed: "Yang family master, I think it's a bit too big to do this, after all, he is just a child, and when he speaks against his ears, he actually wants to open it when he grows up." ”

Yang Cheng said softly: "Wrong, Yi'er...... No, Yang Yi's words, saying that it is serious is already a big rebellion to destroy the clan, if the above blames it, it will only be me who has run the family business for most of my life, I always feel that if I don't do this, whether it is the Yang family or Yang Yi in the future, it will only be worse. ”

The guest who spoke was silent, and the whole hall fell silent, except for the sound of sobbing girls.

Yang family......

On the edge of a village outside Tianshi City, Yang Yi stopped and faced the sunset that was about to set on the skyline.

In front of it, there is a paddy field that farmers use to grow rice. The microwave is sparkling, and from time to time there are flying insects gently touching the surface of the water, rippling and dissipating.

On the surface of the water, the rice that has not yet blossomed moves with the wind.

Behind Yang Yi was an extremely long shadow, Yang Yi's head lowered slightly, and his gaze moved away from the still dazzling sunset and fell on the water.

Yang Yi said: "Write the book, don't fix these useless descriptions, your outline is nothing more than to use me to promote the plot of the whole book, everything encountered at each stage is an inevitable result after your arrangement, maybe I leave the Yang family now is also the necessary direction of your outline content, and I came here, it is also the inevitable direction of your outline, then I jump down from this river, I don't believe it, or your outline! If you have the ability, you will write your grandfather and me to death, and if you don't have the ability, you will be my grandfather and my grandson!" ”

After that, Yang Yi actually jumped forward in three steps, and plunged into the not very deep paddy field.

This directly frightened some of the farmers who packed up their farm tools and prepared to go home, although the paddy field is not deep, but if it is lying in it like this and refusing to turn over, it will definitely not be saved.

A few strong men hurriedly ran to put on their boots and wanted to fish up this guy who wanted to kill himself.

However, this thing is simply holding the heart of death, no matter how the man drags it, it may not be able to pull the young man's head out.

You can't hold his head, can you?

The man was a little anxious, and beckoned behind him, signaling for a few more.

After a frenzy of pulling and pulling, he finally pulled the young man who couldn't think of it to the dirt road next to him.

Then the small truths circulating in various markets will be listened to by Yang Yi.

However, when they saw Yang Yi's dead face, they all shook their heads and packed up their things and prepared to go back to cook, and some people were worried that the goods would not wait for them to leave and jump down.

But it seems to be overly concerned.

Because at this time, Yang Yi had already sat up and was happy, just looking at the few small stones under his feet, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

They all greeted Yang Yi and left here.

Yang Yi staggered to his feet, shook the wet clothes on his body, and scolded: "Special mother, the author is really the author, you can write how you want? Lao Tzu, I didn't hold my breath and choked on nearly half a column of incense in the water, you tell me nothing? Yes, you are ruthless, grandpa, I will find someone to hang myself on the ground where no one is, why can you find someone to stop me? I laughed out loud!"

Yang Yi dragged his wet clothes and turned around to leave the place in the opposite direction from the peasants.

Almost three hours ahead, there is a vast mountain forest, and at the entrance is a stone-paved iron cable bridge.

On weekdays, the stream flows gently and gently, so it's a miracle that this seemingly fragile bridge has been holding up for nearly a hundred years.

Yang Yi walked on the bridge, it was already pitch black all around, only the stars in the sky and the moon hidden by the dense fog were the only bright light, like a thin white veil between heaven and earth, extremely hazy.

Yang Yi looked at the flowing water under his feet, and jumped directly from the bridge into the stream.

The water is not deep, and there are pitted stones piled up under the water, but if Yang Yi lies sideways in the water, it is enough to submerge the entire body.

Yang Yi didn't hold his breath at all, the bubbles were surging, his hair was slowly fluttering with the water waves, and his clothes were like a swimming fish floating in the water, like seaweed.

Gradually, the sky was no longer hazy and bright, and it was completely shrouded in darkness.

And the place where Yang Yi jumped into has long been silent.

In another hour, the stream, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly bulged, and something seemed to break through the water, followed by a burst of angry scolding: "Damn!!Author, you really dare to write! Drinking water and choking on water for a while, can you still bring your master ashore?! Are you careful? Grandpa, I don't care what kind of bird thing your outline is, if there is a kind of thing, you will write me here! cough cough cough!"

Yang Yi scolded and went ashore, and suddenly, Yu Guang seemed to see a roll of hemp rope in a corner that I don't know who had forgotten.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran over there to pick it up and take a look, regardless of the dampness on his body.

Well, pretty sturdy.

"Tut, grandpa, you won't give grandpa me a whole death if I hang myself, I'll greet you directly for eight generations of ancestors! Wait, am I still your grandfather? Yes, I suffered a loss, and you earned. ”

With that, Yang Yi picked up the rope and threw it towards the thick branch of the tree in front of him, one end swept over the branch and fell back into Yang Yi's hand, and then tied a dead knot fiercely.

I tugged hard and was sure to be firm.

Yang Yi glanced left and right, there was no suitable place to step on his feet, so he had to think of a way.

Climb the tree.

Yang Yi jumped onto the branch in a few steps, after all, this was the skill he had practiced in the Yang family before.

The neck was aimed at the rope loop, and with a slight jump, Yang Yi hung on the rope loop fiercely, and the strong pulling force made the whole tree shake.

After a long time, there was a rustle of footsteps in the distance, and he said to himself: "Hey, I remember to put my rope here, it won't be stolen, right?

Thinking of this, the thin man trembled, good guy, he was poured for eight lifetimes on such an ancestor, today when he went home and suddenly found that the hemp rope that bundled the goods did not know where to go, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to change a big rope because the rope was a little short by the river, but he forgot his own home by the river, no, the one who was beaten by the family had a blue nose and swollen face and ran to see if he could get lucky.

But judging from the current situation, it should be no show.

Suddenly, the thin man suddenly saw that next to the black river, there was a person hanging under a tree, and his heart couldn't help jumping.

It can't be such a coincidence, right? Someone is looking for death here with his own rope? Then this rope really doesn't dare to ask for it, bad luck!

The man was about to quickly turn around and run back, but suddenly, the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, standing in place, not daring to turn back.

Because he seemed to hear someone talking, and this voice seemed to come from that direction......

"Hey, hey, hey, I know you're arranged by the author who wrote the book, isn't it just to push the plot according to the outline? Okay, you can put me down, I'm fine, you don't have to be afraid, I'm not a ghost, and the person who wrote the book will definitely not let you die." ”

The thin man's hair stood on end, and he did not dare to speak, his eyes widened wide, and his teeth chattered.

"You...... What are you, you... You're not going to kill me!...... It's my rope, but it's not like I killed you, uncle! I'm innocent!!"

Yang Yi was a little funny: "If you don't help, get out of here, there is no bird use, it grows so big and white." Oh yes, too, this kind of character is usually just a miscellaneous fish in novels. As he spoke, Yang Yi reached out and grabbed the hemp rope around his neck, but with a little force, Yang Yi broke away from the hemp rope and fell to the ground.

When I looked up, the thin back figure had disappeared into the darkness with my head in my arms, but I could vaguely hear the cry: "Uncle spare my life, uncle! I don't want the rope, I really don't want it!!

Yang Yi touched his neck, without a trace of pain, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Do you feel it directly when you hang yourself?" The dog thief who wrote the book, you really dare to write, you really dare to use any stupid method for the outline, but grandpa I have all kinds of ways to die, you don't let grandpa die, grandpa wants to die for you!"

After speaking, Yang Yi touched his slippery chin, raised his eyes and looked at the deep mountain, as if he thought of something: "I remember the last time I heard that old guy say that there is an old monster hidden in this deep mountain, and a hundred years ago it caused those pedestrians who passed by this mountain, and it was helpless to encircle and suppress several big families, and even the big families paid some price." ”

"Then go and see, hang yourself and don't die, you can't drown, you can't starve or starve, then you can only find that old monster and trample me to death." I don't believe that if I hit my head on the head, I'll still be alive?"

Yang Yi thought about it to the end, made up his mind, shook off the damp clothes on his body, stepped on the chain bridge and walked to the depths of the mountains and forests on the other side.

It's just that Yang Yi has never been to this mountain forest, including the foot of the mountain where there is an old monster rumored to be deserted, no one really sees the monster, and his former father never said about it, Yang Yi had to grope his way towards the deepest part of the mountain forest alone, the deeper the better.

Yang Yi still underestimated this mountain forest, although it was dead and silent all around, and it was dark and numb. But by feeling that I know that I have almost walked the mountain and forest trail for nearly an hour, even then there is still no end in sight, of course, the shady curtain is also another reason.

Yang Yi couldn't wear his breath at this time because he hadn't eaten for too long, the scenery in front of him was uncertain, and his whole body might fall at any time.

Yang Yi really couldn't walk, leaned on the edge of a stone on the side of the road, touched his hungry stomach, and said viciously: "I know that you, a dog thief who breaks books, can read what I say, and if you have a kind, you will write to death grandpa me!!What kind of ability is it to torture my uncle like this?"

There was dead silence, and no one answered.