The gray sky, old streets, low houses, clothes of the last century, people who were numb because of their livelihoods, chubby flies hovering in the water on the roadside, a spider drooped down from the eaves with its teeth and claws. Lin Yingkong, who was dressed casually but glamorous, stood in the center of the street, which was incompatible with the whole world.

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

Lin Yingkong stood on this monotonous street, stunned for a long time and could not come back to his senses. He was not stunned by the dilapidation and poverty in front of him, but because he did not expect that he would really come in this place - easily, without any obstruction, and sank directly in, as if this was his world as if it was his.

...His minister trusts him so much?

Lin Yingkong suddenly felt like he was hit by a huge pie, but before he was surprised, he could only feel amused and absurd and helpless in his mind. The day before, he went to Baili Mengyan to pull his minister back with bitterness. Who would have thought that he was the lucky one who could make many people envious and jealous and bloody eyes.

...It shouldn't be like this.

Lin Yingkong suppressed the secret joy that he could hardly help but slipped out his confusion and suspicion. He was not questioning Feng Rong, but after being alienated for a long time, he would be full of anxiety. What's more, even in normal times, his minister didn't seem to trust him!

Lin Yingkong felt like a poor man who suddenly won several hundred million yuan in prizes. He was ecstatic and feared of disillusionment. He could only watch all this in a panic, his mind was blank. He finally had to clearly tell him something wrong with Feng Rong, but wasn’t he here just to solve these problems?

What should he do now... By the way, he should find his unbeliever minister first, but...

Lin Yingkong looked around and saw that in some ways he lived a little longer than Feng Rong, so he still recognized the characteristics of this era in the human world. He could roughly judge that Feng Rong was about ten years old at this time, but the things hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness were unforgettable. Why is this age the focus of the minister's memories? What unforgettable memories can a ten-year-old child have?

Lin Yingkong calmly ignored the eyes of the people coming and going on his face, and walked around the streets to find the children's version of Feng Rong. To be honest, the minister was already eighteen years old when he first appeared in the supernatural world. He didn't even have a photo of him when he was a child. Lin Yingkong was a little uncertain whether he could recognize him at a glance. Feng Rong seemed to be trying his best to hide his past, and even Lin Yingkong had not heard 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 never seen a more difficult place, but he didn't expect that Feng Rong would grow up in such a place. The man who was famous in the supernatural world always had the arrogance of a king, and he was arrogant and arrogant, and raised his hands and feet to be solemn and neat, but also contained an indescribable elegance. Many people who were unaware of the matter would speculate that he came from a mysterious and ancient family, or a strict and beautiful family. The rigorous education gave him a good education. He became an orphan for some reason and had experienced storms and storms and grew into a perseverance that could face all obstacles... In short, after all, Feng Rong should not have been born in such a slum-like place. It was not discrimination, but just unimaginable.

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

"When I went to work with my dad, the machine broke and no one could get the money. The monsters would really only bring bad luck!"

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

"Die with your mom..."

There was a sudden sound of fighting in the dark alley. The vicious curse belonging to the child made Lin Yingkong frown when he heard it. However, people around him came and went, and everyone looked at it coldly as if they were used to it. Then he turned his eyes away. This look was no different from the living dolls in the village of Zunou. Although no matter how much the things in the memories changed, it would not affect the reality, but Lin Yingkong thought about it and still couldn't help but walk deep into the dark alley. After all, he just had a bad temper and was still a soft-hearted person, otherwise he would not have been in the spirit law enforcement department second only to the minister and deputy minister.

The alley was very dirty, and a lot of garbage was discarded here. Lin Yingkong carefully avoided the dirt, but when he turned around, he saw a thin boy lying on the ground, surrounded by several children of different ages and worn-out clothes naively cursing him in the most filthy language and smashing him with the garbage. However, the boy had no intention of resisting, so he curled up on the ground and hugged his head, silently waiting for them to vent.

Lin Yingkong couldn't bear it, so he coughed heavily. When the children saw that they were strangers, they were not able to be able to provoke them. They immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and they crawled into the alleys and disappeared. Lin Yingkong wouldn't really do anything to them, but just walked over and helped the boy up. His skinny feel made Lin Yingkong think that people of this era were really difficult.

"You..." The boy didn't seem to expect someone to come to save him. He glanced at him blankly, and then he realized it and said, "Ah, thank you..."

His voice was small and cowardly, and he also had hoarseness and dryness that he had not 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 could not see his appearance clearly. The clothes on his body were even more torn and old than those of the children just now. In addition to being dirty just now, they also brought a lot of old patches and stains. They looked like a little pitiful little without anyone to care. The little hand covered with scars and oil and soil was placed on Lin Yingkong's clean and warm palms, which seemed to be defiling him. The boy hurriedly retracted his hand. After comparing Lin Yingkong with his own dress, he lowered his head even more inferiorly. Before Lin Yingkong said anything, he hurriedly ran away. Half of the cracked cloth shoes stepped on the ground made irregular stomping sounds.

Lin Yingkong only noticed that a small bag of rice seemed to be tightly guarding his arms. He didn't know if he could eat it for three or five days, so he couldn't help feeling distressed - his minister also grew up in this place, would he be as fed and dressed as these children?

Thinking of this, he threw the poor child just now behind his head and focused on finding Feng Rong. He didn't think about asking about it, but the residents living here were either suspicious and alert and unwilling to pay attention to him, or they had never stopped the name of a dark leopard. Lin Yingkong was in trouble. This place is not small. If he wants him to find it one by one, it would be a waste of time. If he didn't find Feng Rong, he would not be able to use his spiritual power to help him live first, and then find a way to break the demonic obstacles in his heart...

As the sky gradually became darker, Lin Yingkong felt that he was about to become a homeless man in this world. He spent a little bit of gadgets to exchange for a few rough steamed buns with dark spots of unknown suspicious objects on them. He had no advantages except that it was still hot and full. He felt it was difficult to swallow after taking a bite. He thought that a ghost would not die if he had eaten less, so he continued to walk listlessly with the steamed buns. Then when he walked to a room far away from the crowd, so dilapidated that he could not believe that anyone could live here, he saw an acquaintance - the little boy he had just saved.

He was squatting on the steps in front of the house holding a bowl of porridge and pouring it into his mouth quickly. The dim light of the candle was emitted from the crack in the half-closed door, which clearly showed that the bowl of porridge was almost rice soup. After the boy finished drinking it, he obviously didn't care about his fullness and could only press his stomach in vain. Suddenly, when he saw Lin Yingkong's shadow crawling over with the thin moonlight, the boy was so scared that he almost smashed the bowl in his hand. He stood up suddenly and looked at Lin Yingkong uneasyly, "You, you..."

"Hello." Seeing the boy's most depressed side twice, it was probably the child's self-esteem should be hit. Lin Yingkong could only greet him with the most affectionate smile, as if he had seen nothing.

The name of the Smiling Killer of the Ling Security Bureau is not a big deal. The boy was obviously relaxed and stuttered: "Hello..."

"Do you still have porridge?" Lin Yingkong asked with a smile without mentioning the events that the two had met before. At the same time, he handed out a few steamed buns wrapped in simple paper in his hand, "Give me a bowl of porridge, I'll exchange this for you."

"Yes!" When the boy saw the steamed bun, his eyes lit up and his throat couldn't help but move. Then he found that he answered too quickly and quickly added: "I, I mean, one is enough, I'll give you a bowl of porridge."

"Take it all," Lin Yingkong stuffed the steamed buns into his hand and said a little aggrievedly: "These steamed buns are too hard, I can't eat them at all. If you don't want them, throw them away. I just need a bowl of porridge."

Assistant Lin, who was cute and decent all day in front of the minister, pretended to be stressed at this time. Seeing the beautiful outfit he had never seen before, the boy guessed in his heart that he might be the young master from the city. It was already a big grievance to bring his gaze down to drink a bowl of soft white porridge without adding anything, not to mention the steamed bun that was so hard that it could break the eldest young master's teeth... He thought of this, and the uneasiness also eased a little, suppressed the surprise, and whispered: "Then, then come in and sit for a while, I'll serve you the porridge, it's still hot!"
Chapter completed!