The gray sky, the old streets, the low houses, the clothes of the last century, the numb crowd rushing for livelihood, the chubby flies swirling in the stagnant water on the side of the road, a spider hanging down from the eaves with its teeth and claws, and Lin Yingkong, who was dressed casually but glamorously, stood in the center of the street, out of place with the whole world.

A flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi - this is a memory, but this memory is a world of its own.

Lin Yingkong stood on this monotonous street, stunned for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses, he was not stunned by the dilapidated and poverty in front of him, but because he didn't expect him to really come into this place - easily, without any obstacles, he sank in directly, as if this was his world without any sense of rejection.

…… His minister, just trust him so much?

Lin Yingkong suddenly had a feeling of being hit by a big pie, but before the surprise, there was only a sense of helplessness that could not cry and laugh and be absurd wandering in his mind, and the day before he was full of bitterness he went to Baili Mengyan to pull back his minister, who would have thought that he was the lucky one who could make many people envious and jealous with blood in their eyes.

…… It shouldn't be like this.

Lin Yingkong pressed the almost unbearable snickering joy into the depths, and slipped out the confusion and doubt, he was not questioning Feng Rong, but anyone who suddenly found himself deeply trusted by the other party after being alienated for a long time, he would be full of anxiety, not to mention...... Even in normal times, his ministers don't seem to trust him in every way!

Lin Yingkong felt like a poor ghost who suddenly won a jackpot of hundreds of millions, ecstatic and at the same time afraid of disillusionment, he could only watch all this in horror, his mind was blank, he finally had to tell himself clearly that something was wrong with the seal, but didn't he come here to solve this?

What should he do now...... By the way, I should have found the minister who was not good at him, but ......

Lin Yingkong looked around, in a way, he lived a little longer than Feng Rong, so he still recognized some of the characteristics of this era in the human world, and he could roughly judge that Feng Rong at this time was about ten years old, but what was hidden in the sea of knowledge was unforgettable, why was this age the focus of the minister's memories? What unforgettable memories can a ten-year-old child have?

Lin Yingkong calmly ignored the gaze of the crowd that came and went on him, and walked around the street looking for a child's version of Feng Rong, to be honest, the minister was already eighteen years old when he first appeared in front of people in the supernatural world, and there was not even a photo of him as a child, Lin Yingkong was also a little unsure if he could recognize him at a glance - Feng Rong seemed to be trying his best to hide his past, and even Lin Yingkong didn't hear him mention too many details.

Along the way, Lin Yingkong was surprised by the poverty and backwardness of this place, it was not that he had not seen a more difficult place, but he didn't expect that Feng Rong would grow up in this kind of place, the man who was famous in the supernatural world always had a proud kingly arrogance, not angry and arrogant, raising his hands and feet to kill neatly but also containing an indescribable elegance, many uninformed people will guess that he comes from a mysterious and ancient family, or a strict and beautiful family, rigorous education allows him to have a good upbringing, for some reason he became an orphan He has gone through the wind and rain, and has grown into a resolute heart that is enough to face all obstacles…… In short, Feng Rong should not have been born in this kind of slum-like place, not discrimination, but unimaginable.

"Monster, you're a little monster, just like your mother!"

"Go to work with my dad, and everyone can't get money if the machine breaks, and the monster really only brings bad luck!"

"It's all your fault, monster, why don't you die!"

"Die with your mother......"

There was a sudden sound of commotion in the dark alley, and the vicious curse belonging to the child made Lin Yingkong frown when he heard it, but there were people around him, and everyone looked at it indifferently as if they were used to it, and then turned their eyes away, this kind of look was no different from the puppets living in the Zun Doll Village. Although no matter how much the things in the memories change, it will not affect the reality, but Lin Yingkong thought about it, and still couldn't help but go to the depths of the dark alley, in the end, he just has a bad temper and is still a soft-hearted person in essence, otherwise he would not be second only to the minister and deputy minister in the prestige of the Ministry of Spiritual Law Enforcement.

The alley was very dirty, and a lot of garbage was discarded here, Lin Yingkong carefully avoided these filth, but as soon as he turned the corner, he saw a thin boy lying on the ground, surrounded by several children of different ages and shabby clothes, innocently cursing him in the most filthy language and hitting him with garbage, but the boy had no intention of resisting, so he curled up on the ground and held his head, silently waiting for them to finish venting.

Lin Yingkong couldn't bear it, so he coughed heavily, those children saw that they were strangers, and the clothes were not something they could afford to provoke, and they were suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, and they disappeared into the depths of the alley. Lin Yingkong wouldn't really do anything to them, he just walked over and helped the boy up, and the skinny feel made Lin Yingkong say that it was really difficult for people in this era.

"You ......" The boy didn't seem to expect someone to save him, and he looked at him blankly, before he realized it: "Ah, thank you......"

His voice was small and timid, and he was hoarse and dry because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, the light in the dark alley was not strong, Lin Yingkong only saw his long and scattered hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the clothes on his body were even more torn and old than those children just now, in addition to being stained just now, there were also a lot of old patches and stains, it looked like a pitiful little man who no one cared about, his little hand covered with scars and engine oil and mud was on Lin Yingkong's clean and warm palm, it was as if it had defiled him, the boy hurriedly retracted his hand, after comparing Lin Yingkong and his own dress, lowered his head even more inferiorly, and hurriedly ran away without waiting for Lin Yingkong to say anything, and half of the torn cloth shoes made an irregular stamping sound on the ground.

Lin Yingkong only noticed that he seemed to be firmly guarding a small bag of things like rice in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel distressed if he could eat it for three or five days—his minister also grew up in this place, would he be like these children who couldn't eat enough and don't have enough clothes?

Thinking of this, he left the poor kid just now, and concentrated on wandering around to find Feng Rong, he didn't think about asking people, but the residents who lived here were either suspicious and wary and unwilling to deal with him, or they didn't stop the name of the dark puppet, Lin Yingkong was in trouble, this place is not small, if he wants to find it one place after another, how much time will it waste, if he doesn't find Feng Rong, he won't be able to directly use spiritual power to help him hang his life first, and then find a way to break the magic barrier in his heart......

The sky was getting darker, Lin Yingkong felt that he was about to become a homeless man in this world, he spent a little gadget to get a few rough steamed buns, with black spots of unknown suspicious objects, except that they were still hot and full, he felt that it was difficult to swallow after taking a bite, and he thought that a ghost would not die if he ate less, so he continued to wander around listlessly with the steamed buns, and then walked to a room far away from the crowd. When he was so dilapidated that he couldn't believe that anyone could live in front of the house here, he saw an acquaintance, the little boy he had just saved.

He was squatting on the steps in front of the room holding a bowl of porridge and pouring it into his mouth quickly, the dim light of the candle came out of the half-hidden door behind him, which obviously illuminated the state of the bowl of porridge almost rice soup, the boy obviously didn't care about it after drinking, so he could only press his stomach in vain, and when he saw Lin Yingkong's shadow crawling over through the meager moonlight, the boy was so frightened that he almost smashed the bowl in his hand, he stood up suddenly, and looked at Lin Yingkong uneasily, "You, you ......"

"Hello. Seeing the most depressed side of this boy twice, it is estimated that the self-esteem of a child should be hit, Lin Yingkong could only greet him with the most cordial smile, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The name of the Psi Smile Killer was not covered, and the boy was visibly relaxed, stammering, "Hello ......"

"Do you still have porridge?" Lin Yingkong didn't mention anything about the two of them meeting before, and asked with a smile, and at the same time handed out a few steamed buns wrapped in simple paper in his hand, "Give me a bowl of porridge, I'll exchange this with you." ”

"Yes!" The boy's eyes lit up when he saw the steamed buns, and his throat moved involuntarily, and then he realized that he had answered too quickly, and hurriedly added: "I, I mean, one is enough, I'll give you one or a bowl of porridge." ”

"You can take it all," Lin Yingkong stuffed the steamed buns into his hand, and said with some grievances: "These steamed buns are too hard, I can't eat them at all, if you don't want it, throw it away, I just need a bowl of porridge." ”

Assistant Lin, who sells cuteness and behaving in front of the minister all day long, pretends to be without pressure at this time, and the boy looks at the good-looking outfit he has never seen before, and guesses in his heart that he is probably a son from the city, and it is already a great grievance to drink a bowl of soft white porridge without adding anything, not to mention this kind of steamed bun that is hard enough to break the teeth of the eldest young master...... When he thought of it, the uneasiness was also alleviated a little, and he suppressed the surprise, and said in a low voice: "Then, then you come in and sit for a while, I'll serve you porridge, it's still hot!"

Uh, is it really good to be so gullible to trust strangers? Lin Yingkong felt helpless about the child's innocence, but after entering the house, he found that this helplessness was unnecessary—because the house was so full of walls that the boy didn't even need to guard against him!