Early morning.
The morning sun had already shone through the window to the bedside.
Arka had to pull out his pillow and cover his face to block the light.
As for getting up.
It was impossible to get up.
He just wanted to die in bed and stick to the bed.
Last night, he had a dream because of the magic mirror and had a simple conversation with the soul inside.
But I don't know if it's because he is an ordinary person.
The short dream made his sleep quality decline.
Even after falling asleep peacefully, he still felt a little tired when he got up in the morning.
I always felt that I didn't rest well, and my waist and back ached.
"We promised to save you. Wait, I will sell you out."
Arka, who woke up but didn't want to get up, thought indignantly.
How could Alka think of saving such a thing with unknown origin hiding in the mirror?
Whether it is good or bad, just stay in it honestly.
Prepare to find a time to sell it.
Feeling the light getting warmer and warmer, Alka, who couldn't sleep, had to wake up.
After a simple cleanup, he stuffed the map on the table into his arms.
Walk out of the villa.
Nod to the neighbors who are slightly familiar with him.
These neighbors are a little surprised that Alka has lived in the haunted villa for so many days without any obvious problems.
They can't help but be more kind.
This means that the villa they often worry about may no longer be haunted.
Finally, I can feel a little relieved at night.
Find a good-looking restaurant, and after breakfast, Alka comes to the gate like a tourist again.
On the way, I saw the clown performing on the roadside, or various jugglers.
I thought of my wallet again.
"Should I also perform on the street?"
I couldn't help but think while walking.
I came all the way to the city gate.
At this time, the city gate's alert level is no longer as good as before.
Although there is still a wanted portrait next to it.
But the guards at the gate just casually glanced at the passing crowd from time to time.
They were even too lazy to stop some people, check carefully and ask.
Seeing this situation, Alka couldn't help but feel relieved.
I adjusted my collar and walked over slowly with my civilized stick.
When Alka arrived at the door, he casually glanced at the portrait next to him.
Just like the curious expression of the passing crowd.
In addition to the portraits that Alka already knew, there were also several minor members that Alka had never seen, who were also wanted.
But it was okay.
Alka did not see himself on it.
He then escaped from the guards' sight with ease.
Alka, who finally left the city, felt a little relieved.
He walked briskly along the location marked on the map.
He bypassed the garden avenue next to him and walked into the countryside.
I don't know if it's because of Alka's current outfit, most of the villagers passing by would deliberately take a detour.
Even if they had to miss each other, they had to lower their heads.
Looking at this situation, Alka had to speed up his pace.
After a long detour, he finally arrived at his destination.
This is a small valley on an island.
There are small peaks on both sides that are not very high, and in the middle of the gap there is a forest that looks like a paradise.
Looking at the muddy road under his feet and some unknown wooden stakes erected not far away.
It can be known that people still come here from time to time.
And the No. 5 treasure house with white light spots is here.
Alka can't help but walk in.
As soon as he entered the woods.
All kinds of subtle insect sounds came into his ears.
Observed carefully between the surrounding big trees and grass.
It can be clearly seen that there are many more insects around here than outside.
Some of them fly quickly in front of him from time to time.
Fortunately, Alka is not too afraid of these insects.
Otherwise, this place may be hell for him.
He lowered his head slightly and bypassed a spider silk that passed through the middle.
Continue walking along the winding path.
As we walked further inside, there were more and more obviously man-made wooden stakes around.
Alka also saw several villagers next to the wooden stakes, seemingly praying for something.
These villagers felt a little strange when they saw Alka, but they all quickened their pace and left.
There are also some small clay sculptures on these wooden stakes, and some are stone sculptures.
But most of them are insects.
Some wooden stakes are carved with some words and patterns.
Alka took a quick look.
Most of them are praying for blessings.
Through some understanding at the Insect Museum yesterday.
These blessing words correspond to some clay sculptures or sculptures placed above.
For example, if you pray for the health of your children, the corresponding insects with the same meaning are placed on top.
Pray for yourself to go further, and most of the things placed on it are some carved silkworm pupae or butterfly cocoons.
It means breaking out of the shell and being reborn.
Many of them look very new.
It seems that many people will put their good wishes here, which should be the tradition of the residents around here.
At this time, Alka looked at a figure squatting on the ground next to the branches in the distance.
Walk over and take a closer look.
The back looks familiar.
Take a closer look.
It turned out to be the old man from the insect museum yesterday.
At this time, he was squatting under a tree stump, motionless, as if waiting or observing something.
Even when Alka came behind him, he didn't notice.
Alka looked slightly forward.
…
Ant?
This old man is looking at ants like a child?
An ant with a silver line on its black back, slightly larger than an ordinary ant.
These ants are arranged in a line like a moving silver line. What are they carrying?
"Ah!"
The old man suddenly tilted his head to the side, and was shocked to see his toes exposed on his lower left side, and fell to the side.
Alka was quick and quickly supported him.
The frightened old man looked up and found that it was Alka, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"It's you, why are you standing behind others secretly here without saying anything? I'm scared to death."
Listening to the old man's words, Alka had to smile awkwardly, and then gently helped him stand up.
"Where is this place? I can feel that there are many insects here, and some are very rare."
Arkha asked.
Hearing this question, the old man looked at him strangely.
"You don't even know where this place is, and you ran in?"
"I saw those wooden stakes outside and was a little curious."
The old man nodded, turned around and walked along the path.
Arkha followed him and heard the old man say: "This is the Praying Insect Valley on the island. There are some legends here. Are you interested?"
Of course Alka was interested and nodded quickly.
"Legend has it that insects are messengers of God. They are all over the world, representing God and observing the good and evil deeds of the world."
"And this is naturally the gathering place of God's messengers. People set up tree stumps here to carve their prayers and place corresponding insects on them, hoping that these insects can bring their prayers to the ears of God."
"It is a very simple but very interesting legend, which gradually became a tradition for some people on the island."
After listening, Alka nodded: "It is indeed very romantic. Such traditional beliefs are not a bad thing."
The old man also nodded.
Then he stopped.