Treasure Hunters, Sail the Blue Sea

Chapter 44
early morning.

The morning sun had already shone through the window to the bedside.

Alka had to pull out his pillow and cover his face to block the light.

As for getting up.

It is impossible to get up.

All he wanted to do now was to die on the bed, stuck to the bed.

Last night, because of the magic mirror, I had a simple conversation with the soul inside.

But I don't know if it's because I'm an ordinary person.

The brief dreaming caused his sleep quality to decline.

Even after falling asleep peacefully, I woke up in the morning feeling a little tired.

I always feel that I haven't rested well, and my back hurts.

"Also promise, save. Wait, see if I don't sell you."

Arka, who woke up but didn't want to get up, thought indignantly.

How could Alka think about saving something of unknown origin that was still hiding in the mirror.

Whether it's good or bad, just stay inside.

I'm going to find a time to give it away.

Feeling the light getting warmer and warmer, Alka, who really couldn't sleep, had to wake up groggily.

After simple cleaning, he stuffed the map on the table into his arms.

Get out of the villa.

He nodded to some familiar neighbors around him.

The neighbors around were a little surprised that Alka was able to live in the haunted villa for so many days without any obvious symptoms.

Can't help but behave more kindly.

It means the villa they've often feared may not be haunted anymore.

I finally felt a little more at ease at night.

After finding a restaurant that looked good, Alka came to the gate again like a tourist after breakfast.

On the road, I saw the clown performing on the side of the road, or various jugglers.

Think of your wallet again.

"Should I also perform on the street?"

I couldn't help thinking while walking.

All the way to the city gate.

At this time, the level of vigilance at the city gate was no longer as good as before.

Although there is still a wanted portrait next to it.

But the teams of guards at the door just casually glanced at the passing crowd from time to time.

I didn't even bother to stop some people to check and ask carefully.

Seeing such a situation, Arka couldn't help but feel relieved.

He straightened his collar and walked slowly over with the civilized stick.

When Alka came to the door, he casually glanced at the portrait next to him.

It's like the curious expressions of the people passing by.

In addition to the portraits above that Alka already knew, there were several secondary members he hadn't seen, who were also wanted.

But okay.

Arka did not see herself up there.

Only then did he escape from the guard's sight with confidence.

Arcaello, who was finally out of the city, felt relieved.

With brisk steps, follow the location marked on the map.

Bypass the Garden Avenue next to it and walk into the countryside.

I don't know if it's because of Alka's current attire, but most of the passing villagers will deliberately detour.

Even if they had to miss each other, they had to keep their heads down.

Seeing this situation, Alka had no choice but to quicken his pace.

After going around for a while, I finally arrived at the destination.

This is a small valley on an island.

There are small peaks on both sides that are not towering, and there is a forest like a paradise in the middle of the gap.

Looking at the dirt road under his feet and some unknown wooden piles erected not far away.

You can know that there are still people coming here from time to time.

And the No. 5 treasure house of the white light spot is here.

Alka couldn't help but walked in.

Just entered the woods.

All kinds of subtle insect sounds came into the ears.

Carefully observe among the surrounding trees and bushes.

It can be clearly seen that there are many more insects around here than outside.

From time to time, there are some fast flying in front of you.

Fortunately, Alka didn't feel too afraid of these insects.

Otherwise, this place might be hell for him.

Lowering his head slightly, he walked around a spider thread passing through the middle.

Continue walking on the winding path towards the inside.

As you go further inside, there are more and more man-made wooden piles around.

Alka also saw a few villagers beside the stake, seemingly praying for something.

The villagers were a little surprised when they saw Alka, but they all left quickly.

There will also be some small clay sculptures on these wooden posts, and some will be stone sculptures.

But mostly some insects.

There are also some words and patterns carved on the wooden posts.

Alka took a brief look.

Most of them are praying for blessings and the like.

Through some understanding at the Insect Museum yesterday.

These words of blessing correspond to some clay sculptures or sculptures placed above.

For example, to pray for the health of children, the ones placed on top are corresponding insects with the same meaning.

Pray for yourself to go further, and most of them are carved silkworm chrysalis or butterfly cocoons.

It means breaking out of the shell and rejuvenating.

Many looked new.

It seems that many people will put their best wishes here, which should be the tradition of the residents around here.

At this moment, Alka looked at a figure squatting on the ground beside the branch in the distance.

Go over and take a closer look.

This figure looked familiar.

Take a closer look.

It turned out to be the old man from the insect museum yesterday.

At this time, he was crouching motionless under a tree stump, as if he was waiting or observing something.

He didn't even realize that Alka had come behind him.

Alka looked forward slightly.

……

Ant?

This old man looks like a child, actually looking at the ants?

A black ant with a silver line on its back, a little bigger than ordinary ants.

These ants are lined up like a moving silver thread, what are they carrying?
"what!"

The old man suddenly tilted his head to the side, and saw his lower left exposed toe, he was shocked and fell to the side.

Alka had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly supported him.

The frightened old man looked up and found that it was Alka, he couldn't help but took a deep breath.

"It turned out to be you. Why are you standing behind others secretly and not talking? You scared me to death."

Hearing the old man's words, Alka could only smile awkwardly, and then gently supported him to stand up.

"Where is this place? I can feel that there are many insects here, and some are very rare."

Alka asked.

Hearing this question, the old man looked at him strangely.

"You don't even know where this is, so you just ran in?"

"I saw those wooden stakes outside, and I was a little curious."

The old man nodded, turned around and walked along the path.

Alka followed, only to hear the old man say: "This is the Qi Chong Valley on the island, and there are some legends here, are you interested?"

Of course Alka was interested, and nodded hastily.

"It is said that insects are the messengers of the gods. They are all over the world to replace the gods and observe the good and evil deeds of the world."

"And this place is naturally the gathering place of the angels. People set up tree stumps here to engrave their prayers, and place corresponding insects on them. The hope is that these insects can bring their prayers to the ears of the gods."

"A very simple but very interesting legend has gradually become a tradition of some people on the island."

After listening, Alka nodded: "It is indeed very romantic, such a traditional belief is not a bad thing."

The old man also nodded.

Then stopped.

(End of this chapter)