Struggle to open heavy eyelids. Yang Yi finally woke up.

Take a quick scan of your surroundings. I don't know if it's early morning or night, only the gloomy jungle under the heavy lead clouds, and the sparse raindrops through the sparse jungle, dripping down, bring a pleasant cold. The breeze blew, and in the humid air, the strong mud was accompanied by a faint freshness of forest trees and flowers, and faintly, Yang Yi seemed to smell the faint smell of blood and rancid smell intertwined.

He raised his hand with difficulty, intending to rub his aching head. But soon Yang Yi gave up the idea of bordering on luxury. Raising his hand with difficulty, only his fingertips made a faint response, and with this faint movement, the severe soreness in his whole body made Yang Yi's heavy eyelids press down again.

The wind was blowing, and a thunderclap made Yang Yi open his eyes again, facing another dazzling lightning. Yang Yi instinctively narrowed his eyes. The raindrops of beans accompanied by the strong wind hit the face and made people hurt. In the air, the faint rancid smell became more and more obvious as the muddy smell gradually dissipated.

It's really a mess! This should be the first spring thunder! It's too early! The woman just waved her hand and struck a blow, and under the secret support of Yi Xuan, she still seriously injured herself so far!

Yang Yi only felt that everything was broken, and the Heaven Trace was slowly circulating, repairing the injuries in his body. It's just that Yang Yi himself doesn't know how long he has been in a coma, and at this time, he only feels a fierce hunger in his abdomen.

I took a deep breath, looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and finally determined that it was evening, looking at the rain, I don't know how long it will take, the spring rain is not more than noon, it seems that this night is inevitable. Feeling the condition of his body, Yang Yi had no intention of spending the night in the rain in this environment, and if he was drenched in heavy rain for a night, he was afraid that he would have to lose seven points if he didn't die!

After pranayama for a long time, I finally endured the sharp pain from the inside out and sat up hard. It's just that when I looked down and saw my naked body, I was still helpless. He struggled to stand up and stumbled in the direction he felt should be someone, and in the direction where there was a faint smell of rancidity.

In the gloomy rain, when his feet fell to the ground, Yang Yi had to breathe for a few minutes again before he got up again and walked down the mountain.

Disheveled.

When he fell again, Yang Yi finally reluctantly chose the most dangerous and powerless way, and rolled down, using the power of falling to the ground to roll down some mountains. After a while, Yang Yi didn't know how many blood marks had been drawn from the weeds and sharp stones on his body. But it seems that luck is not bad, I didn't hit any big rocks, and I managed to roll down the mountain. After breathing for a long time again, he stood up and walked towards the village that had loomed not far away.

An increasingly strong rancid smell came, and Yang Yi couldn't help frowning.

In front of the village is a flat dam.

Crossing the dam and stumbling into the village, Yang Yi finally knew the source of the rancid smell he felt before.

In the familiar village, the messy streets were dripping with a faint amount of blood, and not far away, there were several corpses in sackcloth lying in the sparse place. It just seemed that it had been dead for quite some time, and the pungent rancid smell was mixed with the blood washed away by the heavy rain, and a blood-colored stream flowed on the village road.

"What's going on!"

Seeing the blood in front of him, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel nervous!

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the heavier and heavier water had already submerged the surface of Yang Yi's feet in a short time, and the water was mixed with broken bricks, hitting Yang Yi's feet, and there were bursts of pain.

Faintly, Yang Yi seemed to feel that there were a lot of small things that seemed to be climbing up his feet with the water, and the faint pain seemed to be biting his feet.

Squatted down with some difficulty, but when he saw the insects on his feet that were constantly climbing up, Yang Yi's face couldn't help but change dramatically again! It turned out to be a corpse worm! There are so many corpse worms in the water!

Throwing the corpse worm in his hand into the water, looking at everything in front of him, the entire village seemed to have been slaughtered! It's just that I don't know who would do such a terrible thing!

Follow the path between the villages and enter the nearest house. The door was already dilapidated, and it looked as if it had been kicked open, and the door panels were scattered all over the room.

Walking through the door, the rancid smell in the room grew stronger. Yang Yi quickly glanced into the room. Not far from the door, a rotting body was leaning down, and on the head that was broken from the neck, only a face full of fear could be faintly seen, and black corpse insects wriggled on the ragged clothes, and white maggots were mixed together.

On the bed not far away, there were two corpses in sackcloth side by side, lying on the bed that had been stained red with blood, and after a few steps closer, Yang Yi finally saw the scene on the bed, not far from the bed, there was a corpse that looked like a vague girl, and the girl was about ten years old. I'm afraid it's the daughter of this family. On the chest, there is an obvious knife cut. The black corpse worms and white maggots on the body crawled almost half of the body, and the face that still retained the last pain of life was covered with hideousness.

Looking at the scene in the house, even if Yang Yi had already seen and experienced the bloodshed of the rivers and lakes, he was palpitating at this time. Shaking his head, he turned away and looked again.

"Iron Sword Dock!"

When he turned around, when Yang Yi looked at the familiar blood sword logo on the wall, he clenched his fists and was silent for a long time, and finally bit out two words from the corners of his mouth!

This blood sword logo is the logo of the Iron Sword Dock!

It's just that Yang Yi really can't think of it, there is no right or wrong in Tiejianwu's shot, but Yang Yi really can't think of any reason to let them do such an extermination as slaughtering the village!

Yang Yi swears here. I will seek justice for you! ”

Bent down hard to bow to a few corpses, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said hatefully, took a piece of clothing from the side of the bedside that had been torn and put it on his body, he could only cover up. But at this point there is no substitute that can no longer be found.

Looking at the appearance of the four walls of this family, Yang Yi knew that his plan to find something to fill his stomach was only about to fail. Feeling the condition of the body, if you don't find more things to fill your stomach, after another night, you will only be weaker, and if you look for food again, I am afraid that it will be more and more difficult.

But it doesn't seem so bad. Or maybe there is some kind of induction in the dark, or Yang Yi's own luck is not bad.

Although he was not optimistic that he would find anything to eat in the pot on the stove, Yang Yi instinctively approached the stove in the corner of the house. There was already a faint rust in the pot, and as soon as his feet were soft, Yang Yi fell to the ground again, threw one hand into the ashes of the firewood under the pot, and was touching a hard thing, and took out a charcoal-like cassava that had been burned black on the outside with his backhand.

Seeing the things in front of him, Yang Yi couldn't help but be happy, and his hand probed into the ash heap again, and his luck seemed to be very good, and he found another one, but there was only this one left.

Resisting the urge to swallow the two burnt sweet potatoes in one bite, Yang Yi opened his mouth with difficulty, broke off the small pieces of cassava little by little, put them in his mouth, chewed them carefully, and swallowed them slowly. Moved to the side, raised his head, and a stream of rainwater flowed from the roof that happened to leak through, poured it into his mouth, resisted the urge to drink a full mouthful, and then moved over and took a small bite of the dry and hard cassava, repeating the action, chewing it carefully, and swallowing it slowly.

Of course, this is not what Yang Yi wants to talk about, but only in this way can he try to avoid the damage to his body caused by sudden eating after excessive hunger. For many years, although Yang Yi has never experienced these things, he is also clear.

As the cassava and the rain gradually swallowed, he finally recovered some of his spirits, got up and assumed a cultivation posture, and repaired the injuries in his body.