"What does it mean?" Lin Yingkong couldn't react for a moment.

Feng Rong was also hesitating, "I can't tell you why, I just think Zunyu Village gives me a... very ominous feeling."

The sixth sense of creatures in the supernatural world cannot be easily ignored, because it is often sharper than spiritual consciousness and senses, which can make Feng Rong, who is already close to A's strength, feel dangerous. Then the potential threat may not be good. Lin Yingkong became serious when he heard it. Thinking back on all the things along the way, there were indeed many strange things, but it is not surprising that there are any weird things in this environment. "I didn't find anything that could threaten us, at least not now." In other words, can this threat restrain the existence of the minister?

Feng Rong pressed the fingertips on her temples with force. The sixth sense of shouting had lasted for a while. He felt that his mood was restless and his calm breathing was half a beat faster than usual. "We're taking the third shift? Let's go to bed first. I'm worried that it will not go well in the future. Let's have a good rest when I can regain my energy."

Lin Yingkong pressed his shoulder when Feng Rong was about to get up, leaned down and looked at him intently, and said in a gentle tone that would scare him a little loudly: "Since you can't sleep, the minister will only become more and more upset when he forces himself to lie down." It's not that he exaggerated, but that the minister has been in a very abnormal state recently, so he dare not let him continue to think so.

Lin Yingkong's tone seemed to put a person carefully in his heart, intimate and cherished. Feng Rong was a little stunned for some reason and suddenly said, "Yingkong."

"Yeah." Lin Yingkong responded naturally, as if he was when Feng Rong called him countless times. He was always by his side, responding to him when he needed it, as if he was the only one in the world.

Feng Rong did not seem to have become at ease because of this. The confusing and complex emotions appeared on his face again, mixed with a heavy feeling that seemed to be sad and condensing. The expression made Lin Yingkong shoot with his heartbeat. "Why are you..." He said softly, but suddenly stopped halfway through the words. Feng Rong seemed to realize what he said and bent his mouth in disguise, "No, I mean, I want to say something is wrong with me. If I have any problems when I make a decision, you must remember to remind me."

Lin Yingkong knew that what he wanted to say at the beginning was definitely not this, but he didn't ask. He just couldn't help but rub his cheeks. He wiped out the curve of not laughing at all in the look of the minister's surprise and wanted to hide, and then he said relaxedly: "Don't worry if I'm here." He must have been upright and righteous in his wife's case... Cough cough, can't be proud!

Feng Rong was also infected by his ease, and he didn't even mind his actions that were much more presumptuous than usual. "Yes, I have hardly seen something you can't handle in the past few years."

No, I just haven't dealt with you yet! Lin Yingkong coughed dryly, "Aren't I following you to do things? You have to take care of the difficult things by the Minister. You are the one who can do the most."

Feng Rong's tone paused, with a slight and helpless look, "I'm not as good as you imagined..."

His voice was very small. If it weren't for the quiet surroundings, Lin Yingkong would almost lose his hearing. "Of course there is no perfect person, but I think the minister is the best, wouldn't it be enough?"

Feng Rong suddenly said: "If you had seen me in the past, you wouldn't think so."

Lin Yingkong continued very naturally: "Then you also need to give me this opportunity to understand, Minister."

Feng Rong was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect him to say that. Lin Yingkong realized what he meant after answering. He suddenly had a bright look in his eyes and said happily: "Minister, are you willing to tell me about your past events?"

"..." Feng Rong was stunned for a moment, "Just mentioning it, there is nothing to say."

Lin Yingkong immediately collapsed his eyebrows and was extremely disappointed, "The minister still refuses to say it. Sure enough, I am not the minister's closest person..."

The most intimate thing, I don’t know why Feng Rong’s ears were hot when he said it in such a grievance. It seemed that something fell into his heart, rooted, sprouted and bloomed. The tender branches, leaves and petals made the whole heart feel itchy and hot, making Feng Rong feel that rejecting this person is such a sin. After opening his mouth and moving his lips a few times, he said with difficulty: “This is not a good place to chat. I will talk to you if I have the chance.”

"When will you have to wait..." Lin Yingkong said half-complainted and half-coque.

Being cute and well-behaved is Lin Da’s assistant’s specialty. Feng Rong was made to his heart soft and finally felt relieved: “Wait a little longer… wait a little longer, there will be a day.”

The minister said nothing and never broke his promise. Lin Yingkong couldn't help laughing, "That's good. Now, I'll get some interest."

"What..." Interest? Before Feng Rong finished speaking, he was cut off by a gentle hug. The other party wrapped his bracelet over his waist and leaned his chin against his shoulders. The low and clear laughter made was transmitted through his fitted chest. The faint vibration and body temperature were all very unfamiliar to Feng Rong. He was unable to operate his brain at once, and he was hugged with a blank expression.

Lin Yingkong laughed a few times and said happily: "That's all, Minister, I'll wait for you." The last few words still hid the laughter and turned into lingering and entangled, as if it could turn into thousands of knots to gather people in the net, so drunk that people forgot to escape.

It was already late at night, and the candlelight was shaking and extinguished.

I had a good sleep all night, and when the field team of the General Office got up vigilantly at dawn, I was still a little uncomfortable with the night passing by peacefully.

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong, who were guarding the last shift, had already changed their clothes and washed up. Seeing them rolling out of the room one by one, Lin Yingkong pointed to the well in front of the room and said, "There is no running water here, so you can get water and brush your teeth and wash your face."

Zhu Mengtian was suspicious: "There will be no female ghost in the well, right?"

Lin Feng and the other two who had washed with well water: "..."

"Ahem, I'm joking." Zhu Mengtian decisively zipped his mouth in everyone's eyes.

Although the long-term field mission failed to correct the problem of the team members' brains too big and mouths too fast, it at least trained their cleaning speed. In this environment that seemed to return to ancient times, they could finish themselves in a few seconds. Just as they were ready to explore the building and the entire village, Kongling appeared in front of them as if they had expected it and invited them to have breakfast together. The field team members of the General Office looked at each other and followed naturally.

Kong Ling was still dressed like a wide-sleeved robe, with long black hair covering her shoulders like silk. The hem with strange words embroidered with them dragged across the clean and dust-free ground. Her straight body did not shake at all, and even her breathing was smooth and unwavering. Fei Rong couldn't help but wink at the side of Zhu Meng Angel - he is really an ordinary person? How many ordinary people can feel when our aura is fully opened?

Zhu Mengtian rolled his eyes - a place like a ghost village, who knows what kind of weirdo can come out?

It would be different if Kong Ling was not surprised. However, this huge house can be seen everywhere, with more than a thousand years of history. Carved beams, painted buildings, rare treasures, and all things that historians are amazed. It is a miracle that can be preserved in the jungle for so long and intact. Even the utensils used in the dining room are antique. Xiao Dai took them and deliberately used spiritual power to explore them, for fear that a bug would emerge from the halfway point of eating. However, these things are obviously well preserved.

Feng Rong looked at the steaming table of food and raised her eyebrows, "All these are empty... Mr. Ling?" He felt that he couldn't call the village chief, so he changed his name to a compromise.

Kong Ling sat calmly in the main seat and said, "I don't fire here. Usually, the villagers brought me the food and water I had last night."

"Thank you all for your hard work." Feng Rong Leran nodded, sat down first, and used his eyes to signal that everyone else could sit down.

Seeing that the team members were acting in an orderly manner, Kong Ling, who was still as motionless as an ancient Buddha, raised her eyes slightly and said, "You have a group of good subordinates... I haven't asked your honorary name yet."

"Mr. Kongling, don't be polite, just call me a dark womb." Feng Rongdao did not introduce the others together, Kongling did not ask too much, and his expression did not seem to know who the Minister of Ling Law Enforcement Department was. After making a gesture of invitation, he started to fall off his chopsticks. Every move was elegant like repeated practices for thousands of years, full of heavy ancient charm, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

It is best not to be exposed in such a strange place. Others would not rush to introduce themselves. Only Lin Yingkong saw Kongling only care about the minister and thought to himself that there would be another bad peach blossom, right?

In this case, the only assistant Lin was still jealous. As Kong Ling's only person who was willing to take care of him, Feng Rong, who had finished breakfast in a manner that he was eating without saying a word, was talking to him in a roundabout way. However, this man who seemed to have come out of an ancient painting had a cold temper. He asked three questions and three detours. After drinking two cups of tea, everyone only knew that this house was left alone by the head of Zunyu Village for generations, and there was no one else except that - and the head of Zunyu Village was more practical than the head of the village, but it was more practical to say that it was a sacrifice.

"The village is not big, and each family will handle the family's shortcomings by themselves. I will only need to come forward when I need to worship the emperor during the multi-year holidays." Kong Ling's original sentence is like this.

Lin Yingkong seemed curious and said casually: "Are you in charge of the sacrifice? Are you the divine servant of Zunou Village?"
Chapter completed!