Two-dimensional evil contract

Qin Yu looked at them one by one, expressionless, and said calmly: "I'm leaving now."

The words are very light, but they make everyone's hearts heavier.

Shan Scar sternly yelled at the crowd, "What are you doing? The clan father is just going out for a long way, but he doesn't come back. What's the matter if you make a bitter melon face? Go for fun? Give me a smile!"

In the silence of everyone, the corners of their lips twitched twice, revealing an unnatural smile.

Shan Scar also turned around, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched desperately. After moving for a long time, he still couldn't laugh. He knew that Qin Yu would not be able to return for decades after he left, and wait until the day he returns. , Maybe under the shift of stars, many people in this tribe can no longer see him.

Maybe he can't wait for that day.

By that time, the young people in the tribe had pale sideburns and muddy eyes, and the children had changed a lot and replaced them with calm and steady middle-aged faces.

For many people, this parting is a farewell.

In silence, Qin Yu walked towards the gate of the tribe, everyone gave way for him, and then followed him in a depressed mood.

The tribe is not big. After passing through a few houses, Qin Yu came to the gate. There was a young girl who was full of wildness and agility. She was holding a sharp knife in her hand and was carefully carving a piece of black wood.

The arrival of the crowd did not distract her, but made the knife in her hand scribble faster. It was not until the last engraving was completed that she blew on the already-formed statue and lifted up the one stuck to her forehead. A few strands of messy hair straightened up and smiled at Qin Yu.

That smile, as if to make the world pale.

Qin Yu stepped forward lightly, his eyes falling on the sculpture.

This is a young man carved out of black wood. He is dressed in black and is a little thin. He is sitting on a large rock with no expression on his face. He looks at the long sword in his hand and gently holds a piece of cloth. Wipe, as if the focus of the eyes is all on this black long sword.

"This is me, but it's not like me..." Qin Yu said lightly, took the knife in Wu Zixue's hand, and lightly slashed in the boy's eyes. The knife went down, the boy's eyes There was a lot less concentration, which made his eyes feel a little trance, as if the young man was not really wiping the sword, but thinking.

Thinking about the wandering he experienced when he was a child, thinking about the scenes of hypocrisy and mockery he saw.

This is a pair of eyes that experience the cold and warmth of life and see through the world.

Qin Yu turned his head and handed the knife to Wu Zixue. Wu Zixue smiled and did not take it.

"Give it to you."

The words were like a breeze, Qin Yu put away the knife, turned his head and looked at the less than one hundred clansmen in the tribe, and said calmly: "In the future, everything will be handled by Big Brother Shan. He is the clan father! I, gone……"

Qin Yu turned around and took a step towards the sky.

Shan Scar's eyes were reddish, and he yelled at the tribe: "What are you doing so stupidly? Give the clan father to Lao Tzu!"

Seeing Qin Yu leaving only a thin back, everyone waved and shouted.

"Send the clan father respectfully!"

The shout was like a thunderous roar, covering up the weeping words that Scar had rubbed his eyes, and he could only vaguely heard him muttering: "Boy, are you he? Give me back earlier."

Qin Yu's figure has disappeared without a trace, but everyone's eyes are still staring at the sky when he left for a long time...