I'm the only human in the whole community

Yan Qing stood there, looking at those Miao people in a daze.They had tattoos on their bodies, and pointed their blades at him vigilantly. Surrounded by tangled leaves and vines, most of their faces were covered. The leader was an old man. robe, and said to him, "Go back."

"—Go back," he repeated these two words tremblingly, as if the one standing in front of them was not a weak and delicate young man, but some huge and fierce monster.

Yan Qing took a step forward, and the next moment everyone tightened their bowstrings, the old man's voice suddenly raised: "Go back! Go back to the depths of the snow-capped mountains! Don't come out for the rest of your life!"

Yan Qing tilted his head and raised his finger to point behind the old man.He opened his mouth, and the vocal cords that he had never used before hissed. He was trying to speak in human language, but before he could utter the first word, the old man suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a heart-piercing scream , the next moment a bloodstain suddenly appeared on his slack neck, and then his head fell to the ground, the bright red blood quickly soaked the robe.

The remaining Miao people didn't have time to make any moves, because after a few breaths, their heads fell to the ground one after another, like ripe fruits.At this time, thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and dark clouds swept in, covering the place overwhelmingly.

Yan Qing didn't let go of his hand.

When the group of Miao people were wary of Yan Qing, they forgot what was behind them.

At some point on the tree, a man came.He was hanging upside down on a thick branch, his upper body was naked, his muscles were muscular, strong and explosive, a ferocious scorpion was tattooed on his back, spreading from his chin to his lower back, and he was holding a few red silk threads in his hand. Blood dripped from the fingertips and fell on the grass under the tree.

"Yo, hello." The man smiled arrogantly, "I'm Yan Zhong, I came out... a little earlier than you."

This was the first time Yan Qing saw Yan Zhong.

At that time, he had just possessed his own body, learned how to step on the ground and walk with his upper body upright. He didn't even have his own name, but he felt the surging killing intent buried in his bones.

The Gu field was completely shattered, but the Gu raised by Yun Jiang still did not end the battle.

Yan Zhong was the first one to escape from the five poisons. He had a very high IQ. He gave himself a random name and integrated into the Miao people's village almost effortlessly. He and the group of Miao people Calling brothers and sisters, talking about love with beautiful Miao girls, they are regarded as honored guests——

However, like Yan Qing, he clearly knows what his instinct is.

'Gu' is a worm and a vessel. It is to place poison in the vessel and let them bite each other. The strong devour the weak until the last one wins.In fact, Yan Zhong didn't take Yan Qing seriously. Such a young man who just learned to walk and was still covered in amniotic fluid was as weak as a newborn baby. It was too easy to kill him.

Scorpion, who has already understood human feelings, smiled, and asked pitifully, "Do you have a name?"

"Oh, probably not." Yan Zhong said, "Since you are destined to be eaten by me, then you can have my last name, Yan Qing, how about it?"

Yan Qing tightened his body vigilantly. The young man was thin and his shoulder blades were clearly visible. He looked up at Yan Zhong expressionlessly, his pupils suddenly contracted into sharp slits, and then he heard Yan Zhong say: "It's really It's so pitiful, I'm going to die just after I have a name, but I can't help it."

The man sighed and said: "Yan Qing, fighting is our instinct, no matter how far we are apart, we will never be able to eliminate our killing intent towards each other, when we kill until the last person is left, we will probably stop. "

Yan Qing opened his mouth, and the tip of his tongue swept over his sharp teeth. He couldn't understand what Yan Zhong was saying, but he had already verified the correctness of these words from the side. However, he showed a deep killing intent.

"Forget it." Yan Zhong is high above and condescending. When a person has absolute strength, he often regards himself as a cat in a group of mice. He will inevitably want to play before a full meal. He said: "Here you A week—do you know what a week is? It’s the interval between the two appearances of the sun from the ground—after seven days, I’ll eat you.”

He wiped his mouth greedily, turned around and jumped into the dense jungle.

Facts have proved that if people do not work, they will not die.

Seven days later, Yan Zhong was stabbed to the sky by Yan Qing.

During these short seven days, Yan Qing went to many places.Except for Gu worms and snow, everything else in this world is brand new to him. The young man walks all over the mountains, and a hillside full of flowers can make him sit for a long time. He lowers his eyes to touch these fragile and gentle Watching the sun rise and set, there are too many things in the jungle in Yunnan, he once grabbed the rabbit, put it to his mouth and took a tentative bite, but was kicked on the face.

Yan Qing was stunned for a long time, it was too gentle for him, he let go and watched the little guy go crazy into the bushes.

On the last day he went to a nearby village.

At that time, he had just crawled out of a river, his long black hair stuck to his snow-white back, and water droplets hung from his eyelashes, pattering on his tall nose, looking pale and fragile, like A water ghost.

He stretched out his hand to wipe off the drops of water on his face, and saw the village on one side of his head.At this time, night fell, and a weak wind blew from the depths of the forest, sweeping over his cold body, but the village was brightly lit, with torches burning everywhere, and the noisy and distant conversations were faintly heard. into his ears.

Yan Qing opened his mouth loudly, he didn't know what the emotion that suddenly appeared in his heart was, but he felt extremely uncomfortable.At this moment, a small voice suddenly came from behind him: "Ah, why aren't you wearing clothes?"

It was a little Hmong girl, speaking in a glutinous and soft Miao language, covering her eyes with her two little hands.

Yan Qing looked at her, and the little girl observed him quietly through her fingers, and asked, "Why don't you go home?"

Yan Qing asked, "Home?"

The little girl took out a small blanket from the basket on her back and said, "You, you, you, don't play hooligans! Cover it first!"

The little girl is a self-acquaintance, sitting next to Yan Qing and chatting with him, Yan Qing can say ten sentences with a single word, when the moon is westward, someone in the distance shouted, the little girl got up and said: " My mother told me to go home for dinner, so you should go back early." She looked down at Yan Qing, and said hesitantly, "The blanket...the blanket is for you."

Yan Qing suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes, and asked, "Where is it?"

The little girl was puzzled: "Where is what?"

Yan Qing opened her mouth, not knowing how to express her meaning, the little girl waited for a long time, but the shouts in the distance became louder and louder, she said anxiously: "Let go."

Yan relaxed his hands.He watched the little girl run away carrying a big basket and dangling her braids, then suddenly came back, put a pair of silver pendants in Yan Qing's hands, and said, "My baby, I gave it to you too."

She said to Yan Qing in a tone of sharing secrets: "You are so good-looking. People who are good-looking will not have bad luck. No matter what you are looking for, you will definitely find it in the future."

Yan touched his earlobe lightly, and let out a small 'hmm'.

What he wanted to ask was simple.

He also wanted such a stockade, and he wanted to ask the little girl where to find such a place.

And when he saw Yan Zhong again, the man casually flaunted, "I'm going to Yecheng."

Yan Qing raised his eyelids.

The author has something to say: Lu Xun once said: Bad people die from talking too much.

Yan Zhong: I'm going to Yecheng, a new foothold, a new life - kill you and start.

Yan Qing: I want to go too.

Yan Zhong: ...

Yan Qing: ...

Yan Zhong - Death