When Hu Yang spoke, his wrist jerked, sending the chopsticks flying out of his hand. Accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, the two chopsticks embedded themselves firmly in the wall, with the previously buzzing flies still strung between them.,Hearing this, the person glanced at Hu Yang's dilapidated house and asked, "Is Mr. Hu here","I can't get in touch with him. I've been calling him for three years, but all calls go unanswered."。