"How's it going, Dad?"

In the dilapidated wooden house, the white-haired young man knelt in front of the couch, looking at the old man on the couch with desperate eyes.

"Ahem."

Teng Qingshui, who had run out of oil and lamp, stretched out his dry hand with difficulty and pressed it on the young man's head tremblingly.

"Ah Yi, I've suffered you all these years, my father is leaving, and the village will be handed over to you in the future."

"Daddy won't, you'll be fine."

Teng Yi's eyes were red, and he couldn't accept the departure of his loved ones.

Teng Village, an inconspicuous small village on the vast land, was first established by a family surnamed Teng.

It has lasted for nearly a thousand years, and at present, only Teng Yi's father and son are left in the Teng family.

At this time, outside the wooden house, many villagers were gathering.

"Alas, I'm afraid the village chief won't be able to survive tonight, what can I do."

"It's all fate, and I don't know if Ah Yi, this kid, can hold up."

The old peasant woman in burlap rubbed her eyes, worried.

The expressions of the surrounding villagers were full of panic, who could lead everyone to survive in this land where human life is cheaper than ants.

"Ah Yi, do you know the feng shui stone in the village ancestral hall."

Teng Yi didn't make a sound, nodding weakly, he couldn't be more familiar with that stone that had been passed down from generation to generation.

"Ahem, remember, at the beginning of every month, you have to drip a drop of blood on it."

Teng Qingshui, whose breath was absent, explained.

"Dad, I remember."

"This is the fate of my Teng clan, the feng shui stone is related to the safety of Teng Village, with it, the charm and the spirit dare not approach, there is no room for loss, cough cough."

"You need to take good care of it, and you must not slack off."

Teng Yi's eyes showed a hint of indignation, he didn't understand why that broken stone needed the Teng clan to protect it.

The Teng family, which was originally full of descendants, is now withered, and none of the clansmen can live past the age of fifty.

Teng Yi knew that all this was due to that stone.

"Ahem, Ah Yi, there are immortals on this vast land, remember not to hold grudges."

Teng Qingshui warned worriedly.

Teng Yi looked at Teng Qingshui silently, and his eyes became more and more determined.

After the half-pillar of incense, Teng Yi slowly stood up, at this moment, Teng Qingshui's eyes were closed tightly on the couch, his face was peaceful, and he had long lost his breath.

"Dad, go all the way."

Crunch.

Teng Yi pushed the door out with an expressionless face.

"Ah Yi, the village chief."

All the villagers gathered around, their faces showing a deep sense of concern.

"My dad is gone."

Teng Yi looked at everyone, with no joy or sadness on his face.

"Ahh

"Village chief, why did you leave?"

"Ah Yi, please mourn."

Seven days later, Teng Qing entered the soil for peace, and Teng Yi officially became the head of Teng Village.

For this young man who is not old and decrepit, with the change of identity, there is something called respect in the eyes of the villagers.

Like all villages in the vast land, Tengcun has lived a simple life of self-sufficiency from sunrise to sunset for generations.

Diligence and simplicity are the most advantageous weapons for the villagers of Teng Village to fight against this ruthless world, and since Teng Yi has taken over this thousand catties of burden, he naturally has to bear it.

Rattle.

On the mountain road to the village ancestral hall, the autumn wind is slightly gloomy, and occasionally there are a few crows of lamentation.

Although the village ancestral hall was built on a sunny hillside, for some reason, the creepy yin qi always lingered.

Usually, except during the sacrifice, the villagers are not allowed to approach here, as early as ten years ago, a group of children sneaked into the village temple because of playfulness, and by the time the adults found it, they had turned into dried corpses.

With this bloody lesson, in the days to come, the adults in the village kept an eye on their children, and would seriously warn them if there was anything to do, so as not to repeat the tragedy.

"Ahem."

At this time, Teng Yi, who was walking on the mountain road, looked even older, and almost used up all his strength with every step, and it was hard to imagine what a young man should look like.

The only thing that can still be hooked with his age is probably the clear eyes, with a touch of coldness in firmness.

is unwilling to this ruthless heaven and earth, and it is also a sigh for the struggling people.

Chirping!

Gently pushing open the old wooden door, a smell of decay came to my face.

The ancestral hall is dimly lit, with banners covered with cobwebs hanging from the beams, and dusty coffins on the left and right sides.

In the front hall, there are countless tablets densely listed, and Teng Yi knows that this is the only proof that the clansmen of the Teng family once lived in the world.

The oldest is not more than fifty years old, while the youngest is only an infant baby.

In the center of these tablets, a cyan stone the size of a goose egg sits silently.

Teng Yi slowly stepped forward and looked at the stone silently.

"I'm the only one left in my Teng family, what do you want!"

Bang!

An inexplicable anger surged into his heart, Teng Yi directly picked up the stone and fell to the ground angrily.

Click!

The stone shattered in response, and immediately after, the entire ancestral hall was suddenly filled with gloomy energy.

Whew.

Whoa.

In the blink of an eye, the yin wind roared angrily, and the ghosts were heavy.

The ghostly whistling sound continued to disturb Teng Yi's mind, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream with a painful face.

"Ahh

Shout!

At this moment, a green light suddenly shot out from the shattered stone, which directly sank into Teng Yi's eyebrows, and his whole body instantly lost his vitality and fell stiffly to the ground.

"Ah Yi, don't scare me, wake up, wake up, woo."

"Ahem, here I am."

Opening his eyes in a daze, Teng Yi only felt bursts of tearing pain in his head.

As his vision gradually cleared, he saw a slim girl crying with pear blossoms and rain.

"Xiaoyun, ahem, why did you come here."

Teng Yi sat up with difficulty, leaning his back against Gao Tang with a puzzled expression.

"Ah Yi, you're finally awake, it's great."

Zhou Xiaoyun didn't care about anything else, and threw herself directly into Teng Yi's arms.

Goose egg face, with delicate facial features, long black hair tied in a ponytail, innocent and agile.

"Xiaoyun."

Looking at the lovely people in front of him, Teng Yi's eyes showed a complicated look.

Although he has been married since he was a child, the world is impermanent, he is already drooping old and full of gray hair, and the other party is in the prime of his life.

"Ah Yi, let's go home."

After speaking, Zhou Xiaoyun helped Teng Yi to stand up slowly.

Teng Yi noticed that the stone had returned to its original position intact.

With a head full of doubts, Teng Yi returned to the civil hut and sat still.

After a while, Zhou Xiaoyun brought out a simple meal from the stove room.

"Ah Yi will eat first."

Teng Yi didn't use food, but looked at Zhou Xiaoyun silently, how could he not understand the other party's intentions, but he had too many unavoidable things in his heart.

For this childhood sweetheart, if Teng Yi is not tempted, it will be fake.

It's just that there is a premonition in the dark, that is, his time is running out, and this old body is sending him signals all the time.

It was time to make a decision, Teng Yi softly picked up the bowl of wild vegetable soup, took a few sips, and then slowly put it down.

"Xiaoyun, you should think about yourself, now that my father is gone, I won't count the fingertips for marriage at that time."

Despite all the unbearable things in his heart, Teng Yi still said these words with difficulty.

"Ah Yi."

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at him blankly, tears flashing in her eyes.

"In this world, I only have one relative left with you, don't leave me behind." Zhou Xiaoyun pleaded silently.

"Ahem, Xiaoyun, I won't live long."

"Ah Yi, I will go wherever you go, and if you go to the Netherworld, then I will accompany you."

Teng Yi was silent, only feeling the pain in his heart like a knife, and then he got up and walked silently towards the inner room.

"I hate it."

Lying on the cold and hard couch, Teng Yi looked blankly at the old roof.

I don't know how long it has been, Teng Yi suddenly noticed that Zhou Xiaoyun's soft delicate body was lying beside him.

"Ah Yi."

"Xiaoyun, I understand."

Teng Yi trembled and stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Xiaoyun in his arms.

Airplanes!

At this moment, a cold feeling swept through his body, and Teng Yi was shocked to find that there was suddenly more inexplicable information in his mind.

Wow, wow.

Three poles in the sun, a rooster that has lost its hair makes a high-pitched crow, the only fly in the ointment is that there is only this one in this chicken pen, not even one laying eggs.

The weather was excellent, and the people in Teng Village started a new day of male farming and female weaving.

Women are responsible for gathering, and men are responsible for clearing wasteland.

is just afraid of the horror of the deep mountains and Daze, and the people in the village know very well that they must never step out of Tengcun for hundreds of miles.

Teng Yi got up early, and it was not surprising that he didn't see Zhou Xiaoyun.

It was obvious that his spirit was much better than before, which made Teng Yi feel surprised.

Simply ate a dry nest head and stepped out of the door.

"Hello village chief, grandpa."

As soon as a few children squatting at the head of the village playing in the mud saw Tengyi, they immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"Good."

Teng Yi smiled and reached out and touched the child's head, it was not too surprising that Teng Yi's grandfather became the village chief's grandfather.

Although he is not very old, his old appearance is really not worthy of his father and fellow villagers.

"Village Chief, why are you here?"

The old man who was farming in the field hurriedly stepped forward when he saw Teng Yi, and picked up a scoop of water and scooped some water.

"What is Uncle Chen going to plant in this field?"

Teng Yi smiled and took the water scoop and drank it.

"I think this day is suitable for planting sweet potatoes, so the village chief should sit down and rest." Uncle Chen hurriedly said, for fear that he would tire the other party.

For Fujimura, the village chief is not only a spiritual leader, but also a guide, and he can't make a mistake.

"Uncle Chen, don't worry, I'm fine."

Teng Yi politely rejected the other party's kindness, he walked straight to the field, bent down slightly and grabbed a weed.

"These plants and trees grow much faster than the dealer."

"Village chief, put it down, beware of being hurt."

Seeing this, Uncle Chen hurriedly ran over.

"Uncle Chen, don't worry, it's just a grass."

Teng Yi's face suddenly changed after speaking, and he subconsciously let go of his hand, only to see a bloody cut on it.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Teng Yi only felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole person fell straight behind him.

"Village Chief!"