"Damn, the land master, the old man is just a bullshit, you actually poison my friend."

Qin Yangqi's face was iron and blue, and he punched the tree in a fierce bowl, and the tree with thick mouths broke in two.

No way, people have been lost, if you want to save people can only ask Sun Min and Ya Er.

But they all said in advance that unless the smuggler poisoned himself, the bet must be kept fair, so no matter who died, they would not shoot.

Regret is not Qin Yang's personality, and suddenly the change of his behavior is more inspiring, so he went to the village again, this time the speed has been much faster.

The whole village is strange in the dim light, since the space was closed, here has become dead, there is no day, no night, always a dark.

Qin Yang walked around the path and entered the doors of several villagers, but the strangeness of the village far exceeded his expectations.

The people are gone, and the villagers of more than two hundred seem to disappear out of thin air, without a trace.

If there is anyone here, it is Qin Yang himself, the only one.

Where are the two hundred more!

After turning around the village, Qin Yang buckled his head, lit a cigarette, and sat on the stone on the side of the road.

How much work, more than two hundred people disappeared without a trace, are they all dead?

No, even if you die, there are bodies, but now it is obvious that there is no one left in the village.

“Go to the grave again!”

Qin Yang rushed to the ancestral grave, the lonely Han family grave is still there, next to the shrine is still the same as when it collapsed, a ruin.

Qin Yang found a hoe from the villagers' homes and shaky it for a long time in the ruins.

There is nothing to dig out except the cards of the Han ancestors, and it seems that there is no mystery in the ruins, and the problem should not be here.

At this time, he finally began to miss the dark eye, if the display of the dark eye, will be prompted, and even find the treasure.

No wonder the smuggler would forbid himself from using the magic brought by the reincarnation in the inn, and he had long expected that he would face this problem.

Now Hanjiawan does not have day and night, when Qin Yang felt tired, chose a farmer to sleep.

In his sleep, he heard a burst of sharpening knives, as if Uncle Hu were sharpening his knife, and he got up quickly and looked around, but found nothing.

In this way, Qin Yang spent two days in the village.

In two days, he searched the village for at least dozens of times, and made no progress except for the mist.

Finally, when he woke up on the third day, Qin Yang returned to Uncle Hu's house, and when he entered the door, he suddenly stayed.

Oh!

Why is the tree not broken?

The tree that had been broken by his punches did not know when it would grow again.

Oh, hey!

A cold air from the soles of the feet directly above the head!

The branches of a tree are broken, and the past that quickly grows out and is said, why does a tree trunk that is cut off by waist automatically recovers.

Qin Yang began to be a little afraid, he felt that there was a kind of force deliberately confused himself, he was not afraid of this force, he was afraid of waiting until the end of the game, he could not get rid of the trouble of this force.

“Try again!”

With a glimmer of fear, Qin Yang flew up and kicked the tree again, and then sat in front of the tree and stared.

The tree is broken, motionless, he is very patient, since the problem is found, it must be found from the point of doubt to find the flaw, the current flaw is this tree.

He sat for two days, his eyes from beginning to end, and the tree was still broken.

However, when Qin Yang gradually felt tired and took a nap, the tree actually grew better.

“Hey, right with me, isn’t it?”

After staring for two days in a row, his eyes almost did not blink, but just a nap, the tree was restored, and no matter who it was put on, it was a blow.

"Your ancestors, see how long you are."

Qin Yang was crazy, and found a woodcutter from Uncle Hu's house, and it was a slamning cut to the tree.

So, a good tree, was cut into a rotten wood slag.

Then the guy was still relieved and put a fire to burn all the wood to ashes.

In addition to a bad breath, Qin Yang pulled out the mobile phone, called out the video function, and then moved out of a chair, put the mobile phone on top, the camera aimed at the tree, and then he went to sleep again.

This is strange, but the rules are clear.

As long as you stare at it, the trees will not recover, so Qin Yang chooses to sleep and put his mobile phone in front of the firewood that is waving the smoke.

This time he didn’t really sleep, just avoided it by sleeping.

After about an hour, Qin Yang returned to the firewood again, and the scene in front of him completely collapsed.

The tree was restored, and stood alive in the yard as if it had never been cut down.

And his phone is gone, and the chair is not in place.

Qin Yang rushed back to the house, and if everything was restored, the chair should also be back in the house.

This time he was not mistaken, the chair did return to the house, placed in the position before he moved, but the mobile phone was not in the chair.

Suddenly, he felt that there seemed to be something in his pocket, subconsciously touching!

Oh, hey!

Cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, the trees recovered, the chair returned to its original place, and even the mobile phone returned to his pocket without knowing it.

When did all this happen?

Qin Yang did not know, because he did not notice anything from beginning to end.

Video, video!

I hope that modern technology can give itself an answer.

He hurried to call out the video, nothing, not unrecorded, but the mobile phone did not have any video at all.

But Qin Yang’s eyes found a very serious problem when they were paying attention to the phone.

The time!

Yes, that's time!

The time to return to Hanjiawan is the 15th, Wednesday.

Leaving Uncle Hu's house alone was eleven o'clock in the morning.

In my memory, I should have stayed at least a week in Hanjiawan!

But the phone is still on the 15th, Wednesday, 11 o'clock in the morning.

Another problem was discovered.

When Qin Yang eyes pay attention to the mobile phone, time will move normally, but as long as the eyes are removed for a while, the time in the mobile phone will return to the original, still 15, Wednesday, 11 o'clock.

The strangest thing is not the time, Qin Yang came to Hanjiawan for nearly a week, the phone's power is still sufficient, it seems not to have been consumed.

When all the clumps were placed in front of Qin Yang, he understood, and the doubts were unanswered.

Time is still, time is static!

He ran around the village, but was in the same time.

Things should happen at the moment when the land master and the black cat joined hands to take away the aunt and Han Wei.

In this period of time, there is no one else in his eyes, so no matter how he walks in the village, he is in a period of rest, and naturally he can't see others.

In order to confirm his own ideas, Qin Yang ran to the house again.

That place has been excavated by itself, and if time is forbidden, the excavated place will surely be restored.

When Qin Yang quickly ran to the shrine, he was relieved.

Yes, as expected, the ruins of the house, all the excavated places have been restored, which explains Qin Yang's inference about time rest.

The next step is how to crack the static time.

Qin Yang has no experience with this, but he already has an idea in his mind.

Qin Yang once asked Sun Min about the problem of time still.

Sun Min said: "Time will not be absolutely static, when you find yourself in a state of rest, that static range is a world, as long as you find the world and the outside contact, it can be opened, you can crack the mysterious time resting state."

"Oh, smugglers, I still have a skill that you haven't banned from using, and today I'll show you the power of it."

So Qin Yang began to circle around the village again, this time he played the heart of the pen.

The spiritual pen is Wu Daozi's top-less painting technique, which allows Qin Yang to copy everything he wants to draw.

It is impossible for Qin Yang to become a true master by the pen of the mind, because its main function is to copy.

But Qin Yang wants to use this magic to remember something, even every corner of the village, it is easy.

Because once the heart is displayed, it can paint the place where the eyes have seen it.

This time, Qin Yang circled the village more than a dozen times.

And this time it was more carefully than ever, almost door-to-door, rummaging through the cabinets, not even a rat hole.

In short, he used nearly five days to scan all the inside and outside of Hanjia Bay with his eyes.

A three-dimensional hologram of Hanjia Bay slowly formed in the mind.

When Qin Yang thought he had traveled the village, he finally stopped.

Five days is not long, because the time is still, he has passed five days, but the outside may not even have a second, so the time here is not afraid of waste.

Finally, it is time to break the time still, this is the first time Qin Yang to break the time static.

He exerted all his strength and began to carry out great destruction, and soon the whole village was destroyed by him alone.

To be honest, the process is exhausting, but it has to be done.

According to Sun Min, the static world has an interface with the outside world, and the time at this interface is not completely static, so once it is changed, it cannot be restored as before.

Qin Yang made a holographic three-dimensional map for the whole village, and then carried out a large sweep of the whole village, destroying everything he could destroy, the purpose of which was to compare.

After all is restored, he will compare the whole village one by one according to the records of the mind's heart and soul, and if one place fails to return to its original state, then the place must be the exit of the world of time and the outside world.

What a great job, Qin Yang had to do it.

Fortunately, the heart of the pen helped him a lot, and after it was painted, the contrast became much simpler.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

After watching the whole village, the destroyed place recovered as before, and the painting in the mind was not the same place.

Qin Yang returned to Uncle Hu's house with a look of frustration, was he wrong again?

But the moment he entered the door, the eyes solidified.

The wind!

A cold wind blew through the front, making him feel a cool sweat.

Hahaha!

“Young master, I understand, the crack is you!”

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