At the moment when the little fellow fainted, Zheng Yi sensed a strange feeling.

The reason why it is strange is because it is subtle and rare.

The soul of the little fellow seems to have left, but there is no fluctuation on closer inspection.

Zheng Yi suddenly thought of the superposition of his soul.

Both exist and do not exist.

Could it be that this little fellow also has a gray fog? But why did he run away all of a sudden?

Zheng Yi stepped into the field, walked to the little fellow, and inspected his three family members.

They are all locals who only speak one language, real ordinary farmers.

"You all stand out and let him get some fresh air." Zheng Yi said.

Sure enough, the local language has a small tongue sound, and it is impossible to have anything to do with Chinese.

The farmer, who looked older than his actual age, seemed to work hard to understand Zheng Yi's words, and pulled his two sons back away.

Zheng Yi squatted down, took off his gloves, first leveled the little fellow, then looked at the whites of his eyes, probed the carotid artery, and even did an abdominal examination.

The little fellow's body is very normal.

"Sir." The farmer trembled and said, "Lotus, my son, is he sick?" ”

Zheng Yi frowned slightly: What should I say about this situation?

"There's no problem with him, probably just a little heat stroke." Zheng Yi looked up at the sky and felt that his excuse was very unprofessional.

Forget it, whatever, the most unprofessional lies are all made by professionals, anyway, they deceive and deceive the ignorant people.

And, judging by the farmer's expression, he simply did not know what "heat stroke" was.

The fact that the locals don't understand the local language says only one thing: the diminishing rules of messaging.

The more people are in the outer layers of the civilization radiation zone, the less information he will receive.

For example, in China, which also lives in the 21st century, anyone who can access the Internet knows the "core values of socialism". However, in mountain villages where electricity is not yet available, mountain people who can only understand basic Mandarin will be at a loss when they hear this word.

"What's your name?" Zheng Yi asked.

"William, sir." The old farmer squeezed his hands crampedly: "When will he wake up?" There's still a lot of work in the field. ”

Zheng Yi tilted his head: "You can work first, and I'll take care of him." ”

"Are you a knight?" A slightly older boy asked. He already had a ring of black fluff on his lips.

Zheng Yi shook his head slightly: "I am a priest, or a priest, can you understand?" ”

"Pastor!" Old William cried out: "Master Reverend! Our priest here is Master Praia, are you here to find him? But why are you alone? ”

Zheng Yi gave William a smile: "You still have a lot of work in the field. ”

Ordinary sequence 2 I don't want to explain that I was forced here by a missile.

William and his two sons continued to work with suspicion, peeking at the strange priest sitting on the ridge from time to time.

Zheng Yi spread the nylon cloak on the ground, took out water and food, calmly arranged the picnic seat, and waited for the little fellow to wake up.

……

……

Wu Qingchen slowly opened his eyes and felt a little pain in his head.

There was a circle of people around the bed, and everyone looked at him eagerly.

He took a deep breath and said, "He speaks Chinese. ”

The room was so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.

After a full thirteen seconds, the officer, who wore the lieutenant colonel's epaulettes, turned and went out, and his roar was heard through the crack in the closed door:

"That knight speaks Chinese!"

The roar was full of surprise, surprise, and fear.

Five minutes later, the news spread across the planet.

……

……

Zheng Yi can be sure that this young fellow has no injuries and is in a stable mental state. He could only suspect that the little fellow's way of crossing had other collateral effects, such as his gray mist.

After waiting for half an hour, Zheng Yi left water and food in exchange for a guide.

William Sr.'s second son, Grace.

Led by Grace, Zheng Yi walked through a wood, climbed over a low hill, and walked across a bridge, and it took half an hour before he saw the houses that were gradually becoming denser.

Most of these houses are built of branches and mud, with only the key structures made of wooden planks.

In the fields near the house, scrawny, poorly clothed serfs worked numbly, seemingly fainting at any moment.

These people look much worse than William's family, and this is the real bottom.

William's family was probably a homesteader.

Zheng Yi raised the social class of the little fellow family.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the houses looked much better, and they were basically wooden houses.

Grace, a silent young man, led Zheng Yi to a brick building before saying:

"Sir, this is the church, and Master Praia is inside."

Zheng Yi nodded slightly. His food was kept in the side boxes of chocobos, which were not suitable for tipping right now. He said, "When your brother wakes up, let him come to me, and I will pay your whole family." ”

Grace looked surprised and surprised, and said, "But you have already given us the best white bread and meat." ”

"I'm a generous man." Zheng Yi smiled, patted Grace on the shoulder, and told him to go back and walk towards the temple by himself.

The doors of the church are open, and it is clear that the religion here welcomes everyone to go and confide in the gods at any time.

Zheng Yi knew that the gods of this world were probably dead or gone.

Such a world, although somewhat inconvenient, is more relaxed, and the angel in Sequence 2 is closer to the top.

If this world doesn't even have a Sequence 1, then he's at the top.

There is a low wall around the perimeter of the church, and you can see the flowers and plants planted inside.

Zheng Yi walked through the courtyard and stepped directly into the church, the sound of metal hitting the bluestone floor was clean and clear.

There was only a teenager in the church who was wiping down the wooden benches, and he was obviously very surprised and cramped when he saw Zheng Yi come in.

The young man put down the rag in his hand and walked in front of Zheng Yi, seeing Zheng Yi's eyes falling on the altar, he didn't know how to greet him for a while, just looked up at Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi retracted his gaze and smiled at the young man: "What's your name?" ”

"Andrei, sir." The boy was timid.

"I'm coming to Pastor Praia." Zheng Yi made his intentions clear.

André then remembered to salute, bowed deeply, and ran towards the side door behind.

Zheng Yi walked slowly to the altar, on which were placed metal sheets, tree branches, and a religious scripture.

It's a well-organized church.

Because it is mainly symbolized by symbols, it is worshiped in a single faith, and the priest assumes the functions of preaching, explaining, and healing.

Zheng Yi bowed slightly, and heard two hurried footsteps at the same time.

A middle-aged man in his thirties came in through the back door and called out eagerly, "Teacher......"

Zheng Yi turned his head and blocked the words behind him in his throat.