Immediately after that, Yinzhu was also brought by the rest of the people. The two men looked at each other in silence, but they didn’t slow down. In half a sentence, the eldest brother who handed Jiang Tangwu had already pulled open his voice and suddenly shouted, "There are two strangers in the village. Hurry up and inform the village head!"
Xie Hengyan ears a buzz, and scared to hide back to the printing pour behind a pair of slip round eyes to blink.
But soon he couldn’t hide-the small village naturally has a small advantage. After yelling, he drilled more than ten people from a circle of tents around him, all of whom were young men and women holding lanterns and torches. It was no exception to hold hoes and sticks and other self-defense weights. They were all alert and afraid to ask questions one by one.
"… where are strangers?"
"Take it out and have a look!"
"Let’s see what monsters are sometime!"
The fishing men pressed Xie Hengyan’s seal and pushed it forward. As soon as they were unstable, they plopped down on their knees and sat down on the ground. When they looked up again, they happened to have several pairs of frightened eyes, which were suddenly as horrible as ghosts when they were illuminated by the yellow lantern.
"Look at this tooth!"
One of them opened Xie Hengyan’s mouth and showed it to the onlookers one by one. "So sharp! So long! It’s hard to guarantee that it’s not a cannibal monster from the sea! "
Xie Hengyan frowned and couldn’t help saying, "I’m not a demon, you are a demon!"
"Look at him talking back!" Everyone immediately exclaimed, "What else can you be if you are not a demon?"
"No matter what he wants to come outside, there is probably nothing good!"
"Copy guys and call me!"
"Play! Let’s talk about it! "
Suddenly sticks and hoes were attached to torches and held high above their heads. This group of villagers seemed to be so frightened that they were about to flog to beat the two strangers directly to death. Suddenly, there was a burst of high drinking at the periphery of the crowd, and the eldest brother suddenly stopped. "Calm down first and don’t be impulsive!" The village chief came out-"
After saying his word, Xie Hengyan was already in a swish position, and the two of them stuck together tightly, and the seal was naturally nervous and knelt down in the same place without saying anything.
It was not until a long time ago that a crowded narrow path was finally made way from the middle of the aggressive crowd. When everyone heard it, they looked up and saw that Brother Wu carefully bent slightly behind himself and brought in an old man who was slow and limping, which must be what they called the village head.
Chapter 1 Coincidence
Brother Wu’s name is Una’s father, and he was a nomadic people in the northern part of the Central Plains. Later, Una went south to do business with his parents, but unfortunately he was shipwrecked for many years and suffered a lot before he settled down here.
In this extremely barren island … it has been a desert island named by people since the beginning. Even if the island gradually became populated, it has not been given a proper name. However, in the past few years, a man surnamed Yang took more than ten people from his family to the island to build a village. Because the island is surrounded by the sea, it has a long history, so it is named Yongcun forever.
And this man surnamed Yang is Yang Deyi, an old village head who is nearly 100 years old.
Yin Yi kept silent all the way, and walked slowly and slowly behind Una Yang Deyi. It was a long road of torture, but I didn’t expect the village to be really pitiful. In a blink of an eye, Una waved his hands in front of the tent where Yang Deyi lived, and made a gesture to Yin Yi.
Printing is pouring but looking back at Xie Hengyan in the direction, the light is still on, and a group of villagers are clamoring to surround the puppet and don’t know what to say.
Una could see what he was thinking. "I said nothing would happen. Are you still afraid that we will eat him?"
Yin poured out, "My companion is hurt and timid. Generally, he won’t hurt anyone … Don’t give him too much shock."
Una sneered, "You mean he is a demon."
Print pour twist eyebrows cold way "he’s not"
Una said, "That’s it."
Print and pour "…"
"Stop making so much noise and come into the house" shouted Yang Deyi, who was hoarse and impatient.
Una just closed his mouth, raised his jaw and poured it on India. "It’s just that you go in first."
I’m still nervous. I bent down to open the curtain outside the tent and bravely stepped into this thing that can barely be called "house"
Anyway, before and after the village head lived, there was a dilapidated wooden bed and a set of crooked tables and chairs. Yang Deyi leaned down and sat down, and then he couldn’t stop making a "crunch" and was on the verge of breaking.
Una, however, never leaves, and comes straight behind Yang Deyi and says, "You also sit down."
Yinzhu looked around awkwardly and found that there was no extra stool, but he sat in the Una, which means to tell him to sit directly on the floor. So Yinzhu sat down for a while and finally sat down in front of him out of respect for the old man or humiliation.
However, Yang Deyi got up from the chair again at this moment.
Una immediately said "You too"
Print and pour "…"
"No need" The old man’s voice was once very hoarse. He came forward with his back hunched, knelt on the ground and passed by, then went to a row of dusty wooden cabinets in the corner of the tent, rummaged and rummaged, and finally fished out something as shabby and yellowed as books and accounts.
Una asked, "What are you looking for, village chief?"
Yang Deyi didn’t take a reason to quickly turn to the last page of the book and then hand-print it to show him.
I narrowed my eyes, but I saw that the back page of the book was slightly damaged. In the center, there was a blurred portrait of a man, while in the diagonal next to the portrait, it was a neat line. The handwriting vaguely said "Mu What", which was probably unrecognizable because of the age.
Yang Deyi held the book in his hand, and the veins stood out in the back of his hand. The faint lights around him kept popping up. After a few silences, the other party struggled to raise its hand and pointed to the finger print and pointed to the male portrait painted on the back page. The throat was so terrible that it was too tight to make a sound.
What do you mean by printing and pouring? He looked down at the little statue-it was very vague, and the facial features were not sharp and cold, and what were the characteristics of ordinary eyebrows? He didn’t feel familiar with it or where he had seen it, but it was really strange and unnecessary.
But Yang Deyi was really anxious this time. He couldn’t help but tremble and ask hoarsely, "Let me ask you, young man, is your surname Mu?"