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With Yang Jian's current situation, even if he encounters the most ordinary little demon, he can't beat it, so he acted extremely carefully, and he didn't reach the tribe he had visited before until the sun was about to set.

From a distance, the gate of the tribe collapsed, and the giant wooden fence around it was also broken in many places, revealing many big holes, with so many collapses and big holes, the wall of the tribe basically lost its due role, and the tribe looked like it was no longer defended.

Yang Jian walked forward and arrived at the gate of the tribe, only to find that there was no one standing guard here, and the tribe was too quiet, which made his heart tremble.

When he walked into the tribe, he saw that most of the tribe's houses had collapsed, and many of them still had traces of being burned by fire, and on the ground of the tribe, there were some dried blood stains everywhere, but there was no human figure in the tribe, not even a corpse, not even a small animal, and the whole tribe seemed to be shrouded in a dead air.

Although he didn't grow up in this tribe, he had only been here once, and he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to this tribe, but now walking in such a tribe, thinking about everything he saw when he came last time, Yang Jian's heart suddenly tingled inexplicably, as if he was about to drip blood.

Walking and watching, Yang Jian's hands were clenched tightly, his eyes gradually blurred, and tears that had not been shed for many years flowed out inexplicably, here, Yang Jian felt that indescribable sadness.

Hatred and murderous intent are rarely unabashedly revealed from him, a young man who grew up in a peaceful era and was highly educated.

Although Yang Jian walked slowly, the tribe was only so big, and after a while, he walked to the square in the center of the tribe.

Suddenly, a thin figure appeared in Yang Jian's eyes, Yang Jian was startled at first, thinking that he had met a monster.

Immediately, he saw that this was a person, an old man, an old man who had aged to the extreme.

The old man was so thin that his skin seemed to be wrapped directly around his bones, and his skin was as dry as tree bark.

Although he is a living person, he doesn't seem to be much different from a dried corpse, and perhaps because of this, the monsters are no longer willing to eat him, so he must have survived.

Yang Jian walked towards the old man step by step.

"Hmm...... Terran ...... Who are you?" the old man spoke suddenly, his voice hoarse and deep.

Yang Jian realized that the old man's eyes were shriveled and sunken in, and there were no eyeballs in his eyes, but he turned out to be a blind man.

Originally, Yang Jian had already stopped his tears, but now, meeting such a blind old man here, it added a bit of desolation to the world, and the tears that Yang Jian had just collected couldn't help but fall.

"My name is Yang Jian...... Live on the side of Hulu Mountain. Yang Jian replied with a little choked up.

"Oh, are you the young man who came with the old man last time?" the blind old man asked again.

Although he is not very sure, however, the uncle he recognizes has been collecting medicine in the gourd mountain for many years, and Yang Jian feels that the old man in front of him may be him.

So, Yang Jian suddenly said: "Yes." ”

"It's great that you're still alive, but what about the old man, how is it now?" asked the old man.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "I don't know, I came to this tribe to see if I could get relevant news." ”

The old man didn't ask Yang Jian why he didn't know about his uncle's situation, but only sighed slightly and said, "In this way, you and I may be the only two people in the tribe who are alive now." ”

Hearing this, Yang Jian's heart couldn't help but tremble again, and asked, "...... people in the tribe It's true...... All ...... Already ......"

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Well, they're all dead, and I'm still alive."

Now counting you, there are only two people alive in the whole tribe, and besides, how long have I lived, if you don't come today, you may not see me. ”

Yang Jian was silent, he didn't comfort the old man, because there was no need anymore, he didn't ask the old man what his last wishes were, because he knew that he didn't have the ability to do anything.

"Let's go! You have only a dead end if you stay here, go east, there are big tribes of human beings over there, if you are lucky, you may be able to go there and join those big tribes. The old man spoke suddenly.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "No, the life and death of my uncle and nephew are unknown, I can't just leave." ”

The old man said: "There are monsters in all directions, I am afraid they have been eaten by monsters! Even if they are alive, they will definitely fall into the hands of monsters, what power do you have to save them from the monsters?"

When Yang Jian heard this, his mood suddenly fell.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's heart moved, and when he thought of something, he suddenly asked, "How long have you been alone, and how did you survive?"

At the same time, Yang Jian looked at the old man nervously.

Yang Jian has found all the way that there is not even a single tree or even a single grass in the surrounding area, and it has long become a barren land, and the tribe has also been looted by monsters I don't know how many times, nothing is left, there must be no food in the tribe, and looking at the blood stains in the tribe, this situation has been going on for several days, and the old man will not survive unless he can also open the valley.

Moreover, there is a shortage of monster food, and the old man can eat it even if it tastes bad, there is no reason to let it go, but it is unusual for this old man to survive.

Perhaps, this old man is also a high-ranking person. A thought suddenly arose in Yang Jian's heart, and his heart suddenly became a little hot.

Now he is too weak to fight against monsters, so in his heart, he is actually faintly looking forward to the emergence of a savior and a miracle.

"I know what you're thinking.

However, I'm not the kind of person you'd expect, and if I really have great ability, the tribe won't fall to this point.

If I really have any ability, even if I can't defeat the youkai, I will protect a few people from the clan and escape, where will I stay here and wait for death?"

"However, I can also see that you are not an ordinary person. Yang Jian said suddenly.

The old man said, "If I have something special, I am a psychic of the tribe. ”

"Psychic?" Yang Jian was stunned when he heard this new term, and he was a little puzzled.

At this time, the old man said: "The psychic, according to legend, is a person who can communicate with the gods in the sky and the tribal totem, and the psychic is said to borrow the power of the gods and totems to bless the clansmen, and can also ask the gods and totems to come out to fight, and was an indispensable guardian of the tribe ten thousand years ago." ”

"Ten thousand years ago?" Yang Jian suddenly grabbed these words and asked, "What about now?"