At the entrance of Zhiyun Village, a wooden archway hung high stood a girl with sleeves scattered in all directions.

If the hair that moves with the wind falls down enough to reach the woman's feet, the eyes that originally gave birth to a pair of Chu Chu and moving eyes reveal an endless chill at this time, of course, the chill is not counted, it is more of a kind of eyes like looking at ants.

If Liao Ming was still there, he would definitely recognize this person.

It was the girl who had passed by the lake and shown him the way when he had come to the village.

As far as the girl could see, the villagers were doing their own things, and at first glance, they might feel that the atmosphere of the village was harmonious, happy, and the simple life of the market was vividly displayed.

But if you look closely, it seems that everyone's movements are arranged, more often a mechanical operation, without the slightest emotion, but this is only a vague feeling.

Because these people are still polite to ordinary people on the surface, sometimes taking a nap, sometimes opening a meat.

The girl didn't linger too much on these people.

Looking down with her eyes, an old woman had a withered yellow face, dilated pupils but extremely hollow, looking at the girl stupidly, half silent and silent.

The girl thoughtfully stretched out her palm and spread it out.

A needle in the old woman's hand floated out and fell gently into the girl's hand, and she picked it up and looked at it carefully, and she didn't see the slightest problem.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the direction of the sleepy Yang Yi through the house, and he fell silent for a while.

Will this really happen?

Is there another possibility of resurrection after death?

The girl frowned, and only at this time, the girl finally had the appearance of a girl.

Suddenly.

In the distance, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the dust rose everywhere, and ten thousand trees fell down.

The next moment, something rushed out of the originally dusty side of the world and rushed towards the girl.

The trees and some houses along the road were instantly flattened, and the ruins that could not withstand any wind and waves scattered to both sides, like a fierce beast rushing by, without warning, there was no time to dodge.

Some of the villagers were reduced to ashes without even reacting.

And some of those who reacted could only stand in place stunned, and the smoke and dust in their eyes intensified until they finally buried their bodies in it.

The girl's figure did not move at all, but the figure of the old woman swayed non-stop, like a kite in the wind, as if she was about to fall but did not fall down for a long time, her expression was wooden, her eyes were in a trance, and her face was pale.

This look is more like a dead person, and it can even be traced back to a few years ago.

So, who is the old woman who is treating Yang Yi now?

A scene reflected in the girl's pupils.

The village was flooded with sand and dust, and the flames were unbridled, mercilessly scorching the surrounding air and the vegetation, and in an instant, the flames rose from the ground like a city wall.

The dust and smoke cleared.

In the firelight, the originally happy village houses were pulled up and split in half, the ravine was very deep, and it happened to pass through a house, which was split in two, tilted left and right, and even half of it had been destroyed, and the other half was set on fire, and a broken arm could be vaguely seen hanging in a corner, and the blood that had been flowing had already been dried up, I don't know which poor man it was.

At the end of the ravine, a figure leaned forward and crouched there.

The whole body is bent in the arms, the head rests on the outstretched front legs, and the hind legs are slightly bent.

The long knife rests on the head, and both hands are dragged from the bottom to the top, with the left hand resting on the scabbard and the right hand resting on the hilt.

The moment the hilt and scabbard were closed, all the dust dispersed, like a hurricane rushing away from the center of the figure.

The skirt of the girl standing on the high place is agitated like a drum, and the hair is scattered backwards, forming a flyover, and the stunning face is perfectly displayed between the power of heaven and earth.

The girl bowed her head slightly, as far as she could see, the figure crouching at the end of the ravine did not seem to have any intention of getting up, the sleeves floated and returned to calm, everything was in a trance, as if nothing had happened.

However, the long corridor and ravine in the purpose of the past have drawn a hole in the ground of this heaven and earth, which is shocking.

The girl's smart eyes blinked slightly, and her mouth was light, a little incredible, which was a rare expression of true feelings for a girl.

Person.

It was actually the outsider with a wooden knife hanging from his waist that he met next to the lake a few days ago?

However, this person's behavior along the way is obviously a timid rat who has never seen the market, and the only suspicious thing is nothing more than carrying a somewhat suspicious dead person behind his back.

Originally, the girl's gaze only stayed on the seemingly dead Yang Yi, and she never thought that such an ordinary teenager who could brag would have such an earth-shattering method.

The girl's five fingers moved slightly, and several figures fell from the sky around her and fell to the ground fiercely.

Some young children spat blood from their mouths but did not move at all, and the blood stains on the corners of their mouths were not wiped but stood up strangely.

Wait, it's not standing up at this point, it's more like being dragged up by something.

There were more and more figures, until finally the entire entrance of the village was occupied by those figures, surrounding Liao Ming, who was crouching in the ravine for half a sound and did not move.

If Liao Ming was still awake, he would be able to recognize it.

These are the people of this village.

There are even men and women who greeted them on the road in the morning, all of whom have white eyes at this time, and the corners of their mouths are oozing bloodshots, standing here quietly, like humanoid puppets.

The girl who was flushed by the firelight opened her mouth slightly, and the figures of all the villagers drew an arc strangely, whirling in the sky unbelievably, and then shot down towards the end of the ravine where Liao Ming was.

The moment the first villager approached Liao Ming, Liao Ming's body moved slightly, and the moment his front legs moved slightly to the side, the hand holding the handle of the knife slowly moved forward and cut the wooden knife an inch.

There was a thunderous roar around him, and wisps of electric light passed through the villagers' bodies towards the void of the sky.

Immediately, the villagers fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The girl frowned slightly, stretched out a hand, and there seemed to be an imperceptible silver thread in her sleeve that shot out, and then turned into several and thrust into the joints of these villagers, and then these villagers stood up again, ignoring the already cold blood holes on their bodies, or rather, they had no way to care about the injuries on their bodies.

Take a closer look.

Behind these villagers were silver threads that stretched from their joints into the sky, and they didn't know where they went.

But looking at the girl's behavior just now, it must be that the girl used some means to control these villagers, and these villagers may have already died, or they don't know that they have become the puppets of others, and life and death are completely in the hands of a seemingly soft and moving girl.