Shame and shame!

Fortunately, he is also the vice-president of the "Association for the Protection of Treasured Gods" at the deputy section level and concurrently a senior professor in the college.

It's so shameful. I didn't realize there was a divine messenger here at all just now. I have been a monk for half my life in vain!

So where is the source of this oatmeal?

Picked it up? What a coincidence.

Robbed it? These two people didn't seem to have any bad intentions towards it.

The old professor's excited heart quickly calmed down, and he turned to worry: "I see that this duck has almost no magic power in its body. It is very weak. It must have escaped on its own! Can you give it to our college for protection?

?When we take care of him, we may find a new mountain god for this divine envoy to continue his training."

The old man really and seriously sought the opinions of these two people.

Looking at Yi Ruchang with Shang Huaijin, Mo Li opened his mouth, stupidly waiting for his answer.

Time seemed to have stood still, but it was not this man who was deeply trusted who spoke at this time.

Youyou, who had not moved for a long time, now moved his eyes slightly and said weakly: "No... I will die with the mountain god."

"Together? You mean the Mountain God of Yao Mountain!"

The old man was very surprised by Youyou's answer. It felt like he had been with the mountain god not long ago. It seemed that they could talk about what happened before.

Sure enough, the other two confirmed his suspicion. Yi Ruchang nodded: "I met the mountain god before."

"good!"

Professor Shang kept nodding. After chasing for several days, he finally found a clue. The clue was actually brought back from Chengdu. This is fate!

The old man was also a little excited and asked quickly: "Have you found the mountain god? How is she now? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

It's a pity that his excitement only lasted for less than a few seconds and dissipated because of this answer.

Mo Li was a little embarrassed and answered for Yi Ruchang who seemed to be in a daze: "Just yesterday, she was taken away."

Shang Huaijin's heart suddenly jumped back to its normal speed. He looked at Ouyou in his arms and shook his head helplessly.

In Mo Li's eyes, Yi Ruchang never expressed any regret or regret about letting the mountain god be captured.

But he felt it inexplicably: Yi Ruchang always knew it, including when he went to the mountains and picked up a bone knife, including when he went to Mr. Hou's house with the puppy that had not transformed into a turtle, including when he saw Mrs. Hou

Black on the back heel, including coming here.

In fact, Yi Ruchang was not really in a daze. He was thinking about the foot from yesterday. According to the residual mana on it, he was not very strong.

That night, I hid behind a tree. Although it was true that I had just woken up not long ago, it was actually possible to chase the opponent immediately.

But the "Illusion of Escape" move hidden on the opponent's body was really good, almost at the level of a "god". The chance of succeeding in one move was almost zero. That's why I didn't alert the enemy.

Anyone who can hear his inner monologue will definitely be tempted to ask Yi Ruchang: Are you really sure you didn't scare the snake? Do you understand that your "Happy Buffalo" voice is loud enough?

In Yi Ruchang's mind, the memories continue: If you speculate this way, the "broken leg" is likely to have used the ability temporarily given to him by a creature with superior magic power, whether it was picked up or taught, in short, there is something behind his back.

Someone.

As for his purpose of catching the mountain god, I couldn't even see through it.

Thinking of this, Yi Ruchang tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and truthfully told the old professor who had more resources and could take care of this matter: "Maybe someone can, but I can't find him. That person has isolated all those who can sense the mountain god.

means."

The old man was silent and closed his eyes.

"What about you, can you share what you know?"

"I came here three days ago."

The old man held the owl in his hand and gently stroked its head. His eyes were dazed for a moment, lost in his own memories.

"Hello, old village party secretary. I am Shang Huaijin. This is my dispatch order. I am a professor from Shuangqing University. Your surname is Chen. We are similar in age. I don't know if it is appropriate to call you Lao Chen.

"

The old village party secretary raised his head, his hand still behind his back, holding his tea cup.

It seemed that Old Chen was unwilling to sit down, so he stood near the door, looked at Shang Huaijin and the middle-aged man who called him, and snorted.

Shang Huaijin had long known that things would not go well, so he naturally had a friendly attitude. He took the initiative to take out the red-headed document and handed it to the old village party secretary with a smile: "I came here for nothing else. The main reason is to complete a scientific research in the countryside.

We need the villagers’ cooperation. If necessary, we may ask our villagers some small questions, okay?”

If someone hadn't called Mr. Chen to come, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to come to this almost deserted village committee compound. There are still a few families in the village, and what other things need to be discussed.

Lao Chentou slowly walked over, pulled it over, walked to his original chair, blew the dust on it a little, sat down, took out his reading glasses from his chest, put down the tea cup, and began to read each word carefully.

.

The final part of the signature was studied more carefully.

That red seal clearly came from the university. No matter how you look at it, this person was sent from “higher up”.

So Shang Huaijin waited very patiently.

Finally, the old village party secretary raised his head and adjusted his glasses downward: "Is it from above?"

"No, you're welcome."

Shang Huaijin handed over his hand and was polite, but he was quickly pushed back by the old village chief's soul who asked him five questions.

"Who is polite to you?

Let me ask you, what is "above"? There is a god three feet above the head, but the hair is not fully grown. What is "above" you have seen? If you don't believe it, then what else is there to investigate here.

Hey, you are also very good at tourism development. You know what is going on here!

Take it away, take it away, I can't be the master of the village, you can find someone to ask!"

After saying that, he hugged the teacup and left, leaving Professor Shang and the other village chief looking at each other awkwardly.

The "hairy boy" with a gray beard wanted to smile bitterly. He picked up the red-headed document with the mark of the tea cup base on it and folded it again.

I couldn't help but sigh: The old village party secretary's teacup is not an ordinary thing, and he gave it a stamp for me.

The middle-aged man who called Old Chen was the village chief Liu Yahe, who was a little embarrassed: "Professor Shang, I'm really offended. This is what our old village party secretary is like.

In this way, although I, Xiao Liu, don't care about things, I am still a village chief. You can ask me any questions and I will try my best to cooperate with your research, okay?"

Everyone has been given steps, so naturally they have to go down.

Professor Shang smiled and nodded, making a gesture of invitation, asking Liu Ya and the village chief to sit down opposite. He got straight to the point: "I would like to ask, what happened here to make it like this?"

Hearing this, Liu Yahe said "Sure enough" in his heart. He had already guessed that these would be questions.

But what is the best answer?

Sighing, Professor Monk sat down with him, thought for a while, and said: "The matter starts from three years ago. Before that incident happened three years ago, the weather here was smooth and peaceful. The young people went out.

I still felt that it was better in the mountains and finally came back to work.

At that time, there were no so-called ‘left-behind elderly people’ and ‘left-behind children’, but now... ugh...”

"Drink some water, don't be sad, I'm listening."

Shang Huaijin poured him a glass of water. He knew it was coming.

"Hey, Gugu..." Liu Yahe and the village chief drank water, wiped their mouths, and continued: "I don't know who told me later that there was green and coal in the mountains. A group of people came to look for it.

Guan Guan approved a factory, and here it is, right near the original water source. But it was stopped soon! But, you know, it is still difficult to buy a big house because you always rely on farming...

Some young people cooperated secretly and continued to cooperate and open factories without telling the village, but eventually something happened, a big deal."

"The factory collapsed." Shang Huaijin continued what he said.

He was surprised for a moment, with a look on his face that said, "You clearly know and you're still asking me." He said bitterly, "Hey... it's still clear from above."

Although Professor Shang made a guess, it was based on his experience based on the many similar tragedies he had seen, and it was not considered "clear".

Continue to ask: "What happens next?"

"after……"
Chapter completed!