I studied beheading in a mental institution

Just as Lin Qiye and the others were holding their noses to eat raw meat, a scent suddenly appeared in the cafeteria. Everyone cheered up and turned their heads to look at it in unison.

I saw Mr. Sun dragging a large tray with stacks of dishes on it, and quickly walked to the face of everyone in the masked team.

"Braised pork in brown sauce, chicken stewed with mushrooms, ants climbing a tree, steamed sea bass... Hiss! Is it so good?!" Seeing the full plate of delicacies, Swirling swallowed, his eyes gleaming.

"Hey, it's rare for you guys to come back, so of course I have to make something good for you." Elder Sun rubbed his calloused hands on the apron and grinned.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun."

"Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

Several other members thanked each other, and then picked up their chopsticks, chatting and laughing to eat.

Gollum—!

In the quiet hall, the sound of swallowing saliva was heard one after another. Even the recruits who had barely eaten the white flour steamed buns just now could not eat any more when they smelled it.

These more than 200 pairs of starving ghost-like eyes stared straight at the big round table of the mask, as if they were about to rush up to grab food in the next moment.

Wang Mian glanced at them, and silently put the Yiyuan around his waist on the table...

Then he buried his head and continued to eat.

"I don't agree! Why can they eat delicious and spicy food, but we can only eat steamed buns and raw meat!" A recruit couldn't help complaining.

"Hmph." Elder Sun's face turned pale, and he answered angrily, "When you little bastards get out of this camp and come back later, I'll cook you a big meal like this!"

At this moment, Wang Mian seemed to think of something, and waved to Lin Qiye.

"Qiye, let's have some food together."

Swish-! !

All the recruits suddenly turned their heads and stared at Lin Qiye who was eating raw meat.

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the round table of the masked team with his basin and sat down.

"Come, come, let's have some chicken." Wang Mian took a clean small bowl and began to pick up vegetables for Lin Qiye.

"Whirlpool, grab a few pieces of fish over there for Qiye."

"okay."

"The broth is also very fresh."

"I'll get him a pair of chopsticks."

"Where's the rice? Is it enough? I still have it here." Qiangwei stood up and served Lin Qiye a meal.

The masked team's attitude towards Lin Qiye was very polite, so polite that Lin Qiye was a little embarrassed, and waved his hands again and again:

"No, no, eat it, I'm here to ask some questions, I'll eat mine."

Moon Ghost was taken aback, "If you don't eat good food, you still eat raw meat?"

"Um."

"Hey... you see that the eyes of the comrades behind you are all green, why don't you come?"

"I'm a recruit, and I eat what a recruit should eat." Lin Qiye shook his head decisively.

Seeing that Lin Qiye had said so, everyone in the Mask Squad had no choice but to sit down. Wang Mian looked at Lin Qiye approvingly, and said:

"You mean to ask a question about a surrogate?"

"right."

"Ask, as long as I know, I will tell you."

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "What is the relationship between an agent and a god?"

"You are asking a very profound question..." Wang Mian thought for a long time before opening his mouth slowly, "In essence, the relationship between an agent and a god is actually two words, 'contract'."

"contract?"

"For some reason, gods generally do not appear directly in human society. If they want to do something, they must find a suitable person to help them accomplish it. At this time, humans and gods will form a unity. A mysterious contract.

The essence of the contract is actually an exchange. The god gives part of his divine power to the agent, and in exchange, the agent needs to help the god to complete certain things.

Of course, not everyone can be an agent. Only when God himself approves you can you be qualified to be an agent, so as to fulfill this contract. "

"Contract..." Lin Qiye muttered these two words, his brows were full of doubts.

If the contract was signed, it doesn't make sense that he doesn't know anything. Seraphim gave him part of his divine power, but he didn't mention what he should do at all...

Lin Qiye felt that this was more like a gift than a contract.

"Then what are you going to do for the God of Time?" Lin Qiye looked at the king's face, and then realized that the question he asked was a bit impolite, and added, "If you can't say it, just pretend I didn't ask it."

"There's nothing you can't say." Wang Mian shook his head, "About eight or nine years ago, when I was an ordinary person, I was walking on the main road in a daze that day, and there was a big drunk driving truck rushing towards me. come over.

I didn't have time to react, and the moment I was about to be knocked into the air, the time around me was suddenly suspended.

Later, the God of Time came from nothingness, signed a contract with me, and gave me his God Market, and in exchange, I must enter Gao Tianyuan in the future and help him take out something from it. "

"Gao Tianyuan?" Lin Qiye was taken aback, "The land of the gods in Japanese mythology?"

"That's right."

"Does it really exist?"

"The God of Time said it exists, so it must exist, but... I haven't found it yet." Wang Mian sighed helplessly.

Lin Qiye nodded, "Then it's your choice to join the night watchman?"

"Yeah, actually, before I joined the night watchman, the evil god's agent of the Church of the Ancient Gods approached me and asked me to join them." Wang Mian said calmly, "but I refused."

Lin Qiye was thoughtful, "Because the goal God of Time gave you has nothing to do with which camp you belong to, so they think they can pull you into the gang?"

"That's right, even some people in the Church of the Ancient Gods have found clues about Gao Tianyuan, but I really don't want to be with them, so I finally refused."

"And then they gave up?"

"It's not that simple, the people in the Church of the Ancient Gods are a bunch of lunatics, if they can't get you into their group, they will try their best to kill you.

When I first joined the Night Watchmen, I was ambushed and killed by them three or four times. If it wasn't for my fate, I probably wouldn't be alive today. "Wang Mian shrugged, "But now, they don't dare to come to me anymore. "

"why?"

"Because they may not be able to beat me, and..." Wang Mian's eyes fell on the other team members on the table, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I have a group of very reliable teammates, whether it is a single or a group fight, None of them dare touch me."

"Ahem, cough, Captain... When eating, it's best not to be suddenly sensational, it's easy to get sick..." Whirlpool had a weird expression.

"But what I say is the truth."

"Even if this is the case, you can wait until there is no one around to talk about it, but now it's...how embarrassing!" Qiangwei glared at Wang Mian angrily.

"Hmm... I'll pay attention next time."

Lin Qiye sat there in a daze, watching the seven people in front of him laughing and arguing, after a long time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...