Kong Ling's resentful words made Feng Rong slightly surprised and felt that it should be so, in fact, after seeing Kong Ling, he didn't understand why he kept a puppet village while stepping on the Zun Puppet Country, it couldn't be for the sake of memorial, he only wanted his god, would other people's lives and deaths still have anything to do with him? Anyway, Feng Rong will not believe Kong Ling's words, under the cloak of otherworldliness, Feng Rong only sees a crazy and paranoid soul, even if the Son of God is still there, Kong Ling may not be waiting to see this country that the Son of God has devoted his heart and soul to, not to mention that the Son of God is no longer there.

So what surprised him was that his attitude had changed so much before and after Kong Ling, what kind of reliance did he have, and he felt that others couldn't move him and this venerable puppet village that could only rely on the ancient formation to guard?

Kong Ling looked at his contemplative appearance and smiled, this man who seemed to come out of the painting was actually very good-looking when he smiled, but it was very fake, without any emotion, as if he was casually drawn with a slapstick, maybe he only had the feelings born for the Son of God to be true, "I have seen many people like you, who openly provoke the Zun Puppet Kingdom, as if they could crush this small place to pieces without much effort. ”

"So, what will happen to them in the end?" Feng Rong asked openly.

Kong Ling's gaze fell on the sandalwood platform in the middle of the hall, "Why don't you try it yourself?"

It was a trap—Feng Rong thought, but he also knew that it was a trap he had to step into.

"I'm curious," Feng Rong didn't move immediately, but asked, "Not everyone is interested in the secrets of the Venerable Puppet Country, how did you get them to come here?"

Kong Ling looked at him a little strangely, "Why do you think there will be a lot of people here?"

Feng Rong was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Kong Ling spread out his hand and shook it a few times with his ten fingers, as if he wanted to grab something, "They won't come here either, because there's nothing here...... Except, memories. ”

At the same time, on the avenue of the village of Zun Puppet.

The crescent moon dimmed, the stars twinkled, and the mysterious village was as silent as death—in fact, it was not unusual in any village far from the city, and it was strange that when a large number of villagers appeared in front of them, such silence became eerie.

Zhu Mengtian looked at these villagers who he had seen during the day blocking the road like ghosts, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping, "Assistant Lin, don't you think...... "If during the day they are just indifferent and vigilant, then at night they are really no different from evil spirits, then the look ...... It's like a zombie coveting human flesh!

But when he turned around to look at Lin Yingkong beside him, he wanted to cry without tears and found that this person's expression was more terrifying than that of a demon - last night and during the day were fine, and when they went to the minister, they were stopped again and again, saying that the minister had no accident, who would believe it!

Lin Yingkong's eyes were indeed gloomy and terrifying, but his face didn't show it, Zhu Mengtian watched him contact E Jingbai and a few people, leaving a sentence of "I'll leave it to you here" and then his body suddenly turned black and thin, and melted into the darkness of the ground like a shadow, just like that...... Escaped?!

Zhu Mengtian looked at the group of villagers of Venerable Doll Village who had lost Lin Yingkong's goal and moved their eyes to him hungrily: "......?!"

It seems that all the villagers of Zun Puppet Village have gathered on that avenue to surround the other members of the field service team of the General Office, Lin Yingkong went straight to Fengshentai without any ambush, but this calm before the storm only made him more uncertain, and the uneasiness when he saw the temple that was dormant in the night was even more extreme, Lin Yingkong didn't care about anything else, and plunged into the temple, and didn't even hesitate when he stepped into the dark corridor.

In the hall, Feng Rong finally saw what was placed on the sandalwood platform - these were two boxes, one large and one small.

I don't know what material these two boxes are made of, they look a bit like metal, but they are warmer than metal, the appearance is silvery-white, the size of the small box is just enough to fit into the big box, their patterns are the same, they look more like two works of art than loading things, the light of the merman oil lamp is refracted into a bright silver, and the color even travels with the lines of the box body, depicting a picture that seems to hide some story, so delicate that people can't take their eyes off it...... Feng Rong involuntarily reached out and picked up the little man's box, wanting to see the painting more clearly, this thing felt a little familiar, but looking at it, he didn't know why he opened the box.

When Lin Yingkong rushed into the hall, he saw this scene - the silver-white box, the minister in a trance, Kong Ling, who was standing on the side, opened his hand, and something like a shining fragment fell out of his palm, he moved his lips with a smile, and said to Lin Yingkong with his mouth: "You're late." ”

Then Lin Yingkong's consciousness became blurred, as if the Wuyue Mountain suddenly suppressed his three souls and seven spirits, locking all his thoughts and actions, he instinctively took a step in the direction of Fengrong, but after one step, he began to fall...... No, he fell, like a toddler who couldn't control his limbs, and before his body touched the cold ground, the only remaining consciousness he had told him that the silver box in the minister's hand was called the Sansheng Box—at the end of the summer, when Baili Mengyan was trading with a seller at the Demon Capital Sansang Academy to ask for soul seals, his chip was a magic weapon, called the Sansheng Box.

Its function is to trace back what a person remembers clearly, what he can't remember, and what he recalls.

Before Lin Yingkong could even recall the full effect of the Sansheng Box, the whole world had already gone dark.

……

"If you don't have a good attitude, you can't be competent in the field - if you feel psychologically burdened, then stay in the office," the handsome man quickly and orderly put on his coat, checked his equipment, and when he said this, the corner of his eye swept over, not to look impolite, but he couldn't hide the condescending and strong oppressive force, which was an unbeatable pride with enough capital, "I don't mind that my work partner is a civilian." ”

And then what, and then how did he answer?

"I'm ready to go at any time," he tossed aside the file bag he had brought to pretend, and although the whole action was elegant, there was also an indescribable sense of chic, and he heard himself smiling, and introduced himself calmly in the most sincere, smiling voice: "My name is Lin Yingkong, and I hope you will remember my name in the minute before you go to the battlefield...... That would be a great honor for me. ”

It's a dream, isn't it...... Lin Yingkong opened his eyes suddenly, I don't know if he was too anxious, he only felt that his eyes were dim, but he still had the leisure to think about his own minister's surprised and appreciative look after he said that sentence back then, it was the first meeting between him and Feng Rong, and it was also the first step for Feng Rong to recognize him - he thought that he was close to the last step now.

All kinds of thoughts surged up and were suppressed for a moment, Lin Yingkong only took a breath to adjust the chaotic sight, but what caught his eye was not the underground hall of the temple where thousands of mermaids and oil lamps were shining, but the cyan curtain on the top of the wooden bed, Lin Yingkong couldn't help but be stunned, realizing that he was lying on a bed, even covered with a good quilt, the silk surface slipped through his fingers, he lay quietly for a few seconds, and only sat up when he checked the sound of the breathing and heartbeat of a second person nearby, and after looking around the environment he was in, he was stunned again, and a wisp of surprise came out of his eyes。

This is a room, a simple and neat room, with an eight-leaf screen full of Central Plains atmosphere, a dark red round table, and an exotic bedside ornament and shelf ornaments—he was not surprised by the antique furnishings in front of him, but by the familiarity he felt at all this.

This is...... The only house full of Han style in the Zun Puppet Village belongs to the empty room.

Lin Yingkong had a bad feeling, not to mention that he saw the minister before he fell unconscious, he seemed to have just torn his face with Kong Ling, even if they were safe, it was impossible for Kong Ling to let him lie in his own bedroom - not to mention the rest of the field team of the General Office, the house is so big, do you still need to rob the master's room?

The most important thing is that he fainted in front of Kong Ling, and Kong Ling would let him go so easily? Also, is that Sansheng Box the same as the one that Baili Mengyan took to trade with the seller, why did he run to Zun Puppet Village? Where is the minister?

The current situation is too weird, Rao is Lin Yingkong was also a little confused for a while, he checked whether there was anything wrong with his body while sorting out the clues, and as soon as he checked like this, he was stunned - this is not his body.

He doesn't wear a white middle coat like a costume drama, nor does he have a pair of slender hands as soft and white as a woman, and he doesn't have a height that is much shorter than the original 1.9 meters...... Lin Yingkong reached out and grabbed the waist-length black hair scattered on his chest, frowned and strode to the dresser in the room, looking through the blurry brass mirror, he almost didn't smash the broken mirror.

Why、Why does he have an empty face?!

This long hair, this picturesque face, this earthly temperament...... Who else could there be if it wasn't for the empty hearing?!

"Your Excellency," a man stood outside the door, knocked three times, and whispered, "Are you awake?"

Lin Yingkong subconsciously looked at the closed door, and realized that it was not long after night when he entered the Fengshen Platform to find the minister, but it was already dawn.

Moreover, the sound outside the door ...... Is it Erbo?