The liver produces the strongest player

Jiang Yang frowned, and shook the sword behind him with his backhand, but he didn't draw the sword. When the opponent surrounded him, he let go of the hilt, his eyes indifferent.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops made yellow mud pits on the ground one after another.

The other party obviously didn't intend to let anyone live, so he drew his knife and slashed at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang didn't move, so that others thought he was frightened.

"Haha! It turned out to be a fool."

The bandits laughed loudly, and the blades landed on Jiang Yang's head and body.

At this moment, Jiang Yang suddenly had a terrifying force aroused in his body, and instantly sent the sword flying out of his body.

This force flows along the meridians of their bodies and flows into the inner organs of the dantian.

The internal organs of these people exploded instantly, blood was vomited wildly, and they flew upside down one after another, fell to the ground, and immediately fell silent.

Only then did Jiang Yang step forward and untie the rope that was hanging the old man.

"Old man, are you alright?"

This old man with a somewhat stooped figure and dull eyes did not appreciate Jiang Yang.

He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yang. He had a dark and thin face, yellow and turbid eyes, and his eyes were empty, as if he had no soul.

"Why do you want to save me?" The old man was lying on the trunk of the old tree, his cloudy and shriveled eyes were lifeless, like a piece of dead wood, "The old man is dead, but it's all over."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the icy raindrops fell on Jiang Yang's cheeks, and also on the opponent's body.

Jiang Yang saw that the entire village had been slaughtered, not even a single survivor.

Jiang Yang didn't know what to say for a while.

He was a little silent, and didn't know how to persuade the other party. After a while, he said mechanically: "No matter what, it's better to die than to live. Living... is worse than dying."

"Young man, you are still young, and you still have a lot of time. At least you have something to look forward to when you are alive." No more, what else do you think I can look forward to?"

"..." Jiang Yang was silent, not knowing what to say.

For Jiang Yang, he has never met a person who managed to survive but felt that life was better than death.

What's more, he is also confused at the moment, and he really doesn't have the heart to give psychological counseling to others.

But at this time, the old man wiped away his tears: "But you are right, the old man has survived anyway, so he will not seek death."

He sighed and got up from the ground: "Young man, can you help the old man bury them?"

"it is good."

It was raining heavily, and the old man brought coir raincoats and bamboo hats from the house.

Jiang Yang was a little puzzled, so he asked the old man, "Old man, have you seen a convoy coming in to shelter from the rain?"

"Our village is like this, which convoy dares to come?"

The old man replied while packing up the corpse.

Jiang Yang scanned around, but he did not see the body of the convoy. Maybe he saw something wrong outside, so he took a detour?

He thought it was possible.

The old man then asked again: "Young man, where did you come from and where are you going?"

"Me?" Jiang Yang was taken aback for a moment, apparently stopped by the other party's question.

He shook his head and said, "The sky is big and the earth is big, and I don't know where to go."

The old man heard the words and said: "Look at your young age, why are you more confused than the old man?"

He saw that Jiang Yang was carrying a sword on his back: "The old man sees that you seem to have some martial arts skills, you are not the same as those swordsmen who went to Meridian Hill to kill that old demon, right?"

"Old man, it's better to advise you to think twice. You are young, so don't be overwhelmed. None of the swordsmen who went to Ziwugang will come back."

"Ziwugang? Old demon?" Jiang Yang's heart moved. He really came to investigate the traces of demons. Could it be that there are traces of demons nearby?
He hurriedly asked: "Old man, can you elaborate?"

"So you really are?" The old man looked at Jiang Yang in surprise.

He opened his mouth and said, "There have been monsters in Ziwugang for many years. It is said that a Taoist priest went there before. It has been good for many years. Now I don't know why it has started again."

"Many pedestrians and businessmen who passed by, once they went up to that hill, many of them never came out again."

"This world..."

"Oh?" Jiang Yang said, "Which direction is Ziwugang?"

"Leave the village to the south, more than 30 miles away."

"Thank you, old man."

The old man sighed, and said to Jiang Yang: "Young man, the weather is not good today, and it's getting late. If you want to go, why not stay here tonight, have a light meal, and leave tomorrow morning."

He took another look at the scattered corpses on the ground: "I'm afraid we won't be able to bury them today, so let's put them in the front hall of the village first, and the old man will figure out a way tomorrow."

"Okay." Jiang Yang said.

Although this bit of wind and rain is nothing to Jiang Yang, he still has to deal with things one by one.

"It's over there where the old man lives." The old man pointed to the adobe brick house not far away.

Jiang Yang followed the other party into the house, and the room was deserted and empty.

Jiang Yang asked: "Old man, do you have any relatives?"

"..." The old man was silent for a while.

Seeing this, Jiang Yang simply didn't ask any more questions, and at this moment, Jiang Yang saw many exquisitely carved wood carvings in the room.

There are animals and people, all are lifelike and lifelike.

Jiang Yang felt vaguely familiar with the knife skills of these wood carvings.

Jiang Yang asked: "Old man, is there a carpenter in your family?"

"The old man liked to play with these things when he was young." The old man regretted, "It's a pity that although the old man has a son, he didn't learn this skill."

Then he sighed again, waved his hands and said, "Let's not talk about these."

"Little brother, are you hungry?"

"That's not true." Jiang Yang said quickly, "Old man, you should rest first."

He then walked to the wooden sculptures placed on the wooden frame in the house, and asked, "Can I have a look at these things?"

"If you like it, take it and see it."

Jiang Yang hurriedly stepped forward, and he picked up some wood carvings of cats, dogs, and birds.

The lines and outlines of these sculptures are extremely smooth, which shows the superb craftsmanship of the people who carved these wood carvings.

Jiang Yang couldn't help showing some appreciation for the flowing lines.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly walked in front of a cabinet, and he saw a tiger-shaped wooden carving.

He immediately picked up the wood carving, carefully observed and pondered this palm-sized tiger-shaped wood carving.

He turned his head and asked the old man, "Old man, did you also carve this?"

"This is not it." The old man watched Jiang Yang pick up the wooden tiger with some surprise, "The old man has never seen what a tiger looks like in his life. This wooden carving was made by Xiao Sanzi." (End of this chapter)