Erbo's seemingly unconscious answer made Lin Yingkong and Feng Rong stunned - the servant appointed by the Divine Son?

Lin Yingkong paused, but when he spoke again, he didn't even change his tone: "Didn't you just say that you can't remember if you have seen the Divine Son?"

Erbo's eyes were blank, "Yes, I don't seem to have seen Miko...... No, maybe I haven't seen it in years...... But I'm not lying, I'm the servant chosen by the Son of God for the Lord of God......"

Realizing that he suddenly had something to think of, Erbo reluctantly told them about the terrain in the village and then left, probably trying to find a place to ponder, Lin Yingkong and Feng Rong looked at his back and pondered - I don't know why, this Erbo seems to be different from the villagers of other venerable villages...... Compared to those puppet-like villagers, he is more like a popular person.

Everyone in the field service team of the general office got up early, and it was only nine o'clock after tossing for so long, but there were a lot of things, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong walked casually with their hearts, and soon found a bench to sit down, this bench is very long, enough to sit seven or eight people, and the workmanship is also very delicate and exquisite. The middle-aged man of about fifty years old was sitting on the other end of the bench carving something with a carving knife and wooden blocks, and the sawdust was fluttering and falling, but he didn't even give a look to the stranger who was suddenly sitting next to him, as if what he was doing was sacred and could not be interrupted, and every knife he gave did have a taste of pious respect. Soon, the wooden block in his hand had the prototype of a person, from the head to the body to the feet, just the prototype, which was already very charming—it was a portrait of a standing young man, dressed in an elegant robe, vaguely similar to the empty voice, but more delicate and solemn.

Feng Rong suddenly asked, "This is your divine son?"

The surroundings are very quiet, and the Zun Doll Village originally had a strange quiet even when people came and went, so even if there were two more people in the vicinity, there was no special noise, and the silence was broken in the blink of an eye, and this atmosphere was probably going to make the faint of heart jump all of a sudden.

But the middle-aged man didn't even give them a look, with the same indifference on his face as other villagers, and his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't used his vocal cords for a long time, "Yes, this is our god son." ”

Feng Rong saw that he was extremely skillful in his sword, so he said, "Have you seen the Son of God?" when we came, we thought we could see him, but unfortunately he seems to be in retreat. ”

The middle-aged man's movements paused because of this sentence, and he seemed to be trying his best to recall something, like Erbo, "I've seen it...... Yes, I should have seen it, I remember the appearance of the Son of God, but he has been in retreat for a long time. ”

Lin Yingkong couldn't help but move his eyebrows when he heard this-Uncle Youri, the head of Musheng Village, said that the story about the Zun Puppet Country has been passed down for thousands of years, but the middle-aged man in front of him has seen the Divine Son, doesn't that mean that the Divine Son is really not dead?

However, the middle-aged man immediately redevoted himself to the carving business, no matter how they knocked on the side and did not open his mouth again, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong could only carefully look at the work in his hands, and when the middle-aged man carefully carved the face of the Divine Son, both of them frowned - the appearance of the Divine Son and Feng Rong were too far apart, so Kong Ling definitely did not misidentify him because of his appearance.

"Maybe it's the spiritual power of the water system," Feng Rong said on the way back: "But Kong Ling seems to be an ordinary person and can't sense spiritual power, maybe he was wrong because he saw me manipulating those ices?"

Lin Yingkong pouted secretly, "Then he must love His Highness the Divine Son very much, and he will catch a guy when he sees it." ”

The originally serious topic was immediately turned in a direction by him, and Feng Rong couldn't cry or laugh, "When will he catch it?"

Lin Yingkong was straightforward, "Didn't he just say that he didn't want to let you go?"

"......" Didn't Kong Ling mean to give him - and them a war letter? Sometimes Feng Rong always felt that his assistant must have added a lot of strange understandings of himself when learning human language, but then again, why didn't he see Lin Yingkong using certain words and certain words indiscriminately in front of others?

When Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong returned to the relict and independent mansion, it was exactly eleven o'clock, and the six team members also came back in time, all of them had full beards and tails, but their expressions looked quite depressed.

After closing the door and releasing the enchantment as usual, Fei Rong was the first to slap the table, with a crazy rhythm: "How can the people in the Zun Puppet Village be like gourds with sawed mouths, three sticks can't hit a fart!"

"......" Feng Rong's eyes slipped to the hand she slapped on the table.

"......" Fei Rong immediately smiled dryly and took her hand back, she almost forgot that her minister didn't like people to slap the table the most, in his words, he had the ability to solve things, don't take irrelevant things to be heroes, "Ahem, I'm just angry...... Really, minister, we almost greeted every villager we met, and Xiaolan deliberately used the local dialect to talk, but people just didn't bother to talk to us, can I not be angry!"

The word pick-up made Ding Youlan entangled for a while, but it was just useless to talk to Fei Rong, "I've heard them speak, they know Chinese, and the local language is the same as what I have learned, there is no problem of poor communication, they just don't seem to like to communicate with people, including people from the same village." ”

Derpy from the other group said: "It's the same on my side, if they weren't still silent, I would have thought we had entered a dumb village!"

Zhu Mengtian touched the hair on his body, "It looks much more strange than the dumb village." "At least that's a congenital limitation, and the eerie quietness of the Zun Puppet Village is really creepy.

Feng Rong didn't express an opinion on this matter first, but asked, "So you didn't find anything?"

"No," Di Bingqiao, who also wanted to complain, hurriedly straightened up and reported: "Within our detection range, there are 133 households in Zun Duo Village, and the number of elderly people accounts for 27 percent, young people are 73 percent, and children under the age of 10 are ...... Zero. ”

"None?" Lin Yingkong was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he and the minister had not met a child along the way.

"I'll just say that this village is a ghost village," Zhu Meng Tiandao, "Now the small village is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, even if the village is closed to the country, it is impossible that no children are born." ”

"But I don't feel the death breath on them," E Jingbai said, as a drought fish, he is very sensitive to the breath of the living, "they are all alive." ”

"Is that called a living one?" Fei Rong couldn't help but complain, "All of them are dead faces." ”

Zhu Meng Tian pursed his lips, "So what is this, a living dead person?" He just felt that these villagers gave him a strange feeling, so strange that he didn't want to face them with the attitude of a living person.

Di Bingqiao, who had the same idea as Zhu Mengtian, looked left and right, and then said tentatively: "Can we catch someone back...... Ahem, do an experiment?" and see if it's dead or alive!

Feng Rong looked at her, "What kind of experiment do you want to do?"

Di Bing looked at the sky, "Measure blood pressure, measure heartbeat, bloodletting, cough, blood test or something......"

Feng Rong stared at her for a few more seconds, and then turned his head to Ding Youlan as if nothing happened: "The topographic map of Zun Puppet Village has been obtained?"

Ding Youlan immediately nodded, turned on his handheld computer and said, "This is the 3D stereoscopic map of Zun Doll Village, and we are ......."

Di Bingqiao looked blankly at the minister who was listening carefully to Ding Youlan's explanation of the map—did he agree or not?

Lin Yingkong gave her a look very calmly-when the minister was silent, didn't it mean that he acquiesced? Tsk, sure enough, he was the only one who knew the minister best.

When it was time for lunch, Kong Ling did not suddenly appear as in the morning and invite them to the dining room to eat, but Erbo brought the food alone, and said to everyone embarrassedly: "Lord Divine Servant will be on the side of Fengshentai at noon, and I can't accompany a few people to eat together, please don't be surprised." ”

I didn't see it for a while, Erbo regained the somewhat timid and shy look he saw at the beginning, as if the previous soul did not exist, only to hear Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong mention that the members of the field team of the general office of this person did not feel anything, but Lin Feng and the others looked at him several times, until after eating, Lin Yingkong found an excuse to go out with Erbo who packed up the dishes and chopsticks.

"How is it, do you remember when you met the Son of God?" Lin Yingkong asked casually.

"What......" Erbo was stunned, as if he was confused about the origin of this topic, and racked his brain for a long time before he said: "Ah, this ......" He seemed to finally remember, and said a little crampedly: "I can't remember, maybe it was when I was a child...... I'm sorry, but my memory doesn't seem to be good. ”

He often uses words like "like" and "maybe" when he speaks, which sounds like he is not confident in his words, Lin Yingkong does not think that this is the habit of a general introverted and timid person, Erbo's appearance may really have something to do with his memory - his lack of confidence in his memory ability causes him to be full of involuntary doubts about his every word.

"Bad memory?" Lin Yingkong tilted his head sideways, and naturally said in a worried tone: "You are still very young...... Are you twenty years old, how can you have a bad memory?"

Erbo paused again, as if he couldn't react quickly to his age, "I...... Well, I'm twenty years old. He replied yes, but the smell of uncertainty ran out anyway.

Lin Yingkong smiled, no longer dwelling on the problem of memory, and said, "You were favored by the Divine Son at such a young age, it must be because you have very valuable advantages. ”

Erbo immediately said embarrassedly: "I, what good can I have, maybe Shenzi just sees me as more diligent." ”

Lin Yingkong followed the topic down, "But I don't think there are many things to do around the gods, and the gods don't have to choose very diligent people." ”

Erbo thought for a moment and nodded, "The matter of serving the Divine Son is done by the Divine Servant......" His expression suddenly became sad, "But now that the Divine Son is gone, the Divine Servant is still very busy." ”

"What is he up to?"

"Clean up the shrine," Erbo said, "the priest-sama said, and the Son of God will soon be back with us." ”

"Re?" Lin Yingkong chewed on the word, and suddenly asked, "Did the Empty Hearing Divine Servant personally serve the Divine Son?"