Only by going through hellish ordeal can we develop the power to create heaven; Only bleeding fingers can play the swan song of the world. - Rabindranath Tagore.

Ancient songs resounded on the plateau, and despite the broken rhythm, they still reverberated in the heart. The Sacred Mount Tangera is still in grace, the watchmen have come from their lostness, built temples in the New World, continued the scriptures, reshaped the proverbs, and injected new souls into the ancient traditions, nobler and more reverent than ever.

At this time, the chariot had faded away, disappearing into the golden horizon, as if entering the sky full of clouds.

After more than ten days of trekking, the chariot passed through a large area of no man's land, and finally began to leave the plateau and head towards another transit station on the map.

"I love bathing, the turtle falls, oh oh oh oh ......" the fat man who was sleeping soundly in the car, still muttering quietly in his mouth. Obviously, I have gone crazy thinking about taking a bath.

Quinta and Iwayama were also napping, and Peter was asleep on top of Hebe.

Wren wasn't sleepy, but he had to pretend to be asleep. Because, Rena was already asleep on the shoulder of the bluebell, but the bluebell didn't dare to move, and there was a faint sweat on her forehead.

Alpha is not an organic life, as long as there is enough energy, it can sleep endlessly.

During this time, Alpha realizes that the Light Chaser's trail is strange, and although it is very tortuous, it is extremely purposeful. He seemed to be looking for something, but the route under his feet seemed to have been arranged.

What is he looking for? And how is the route determined?

Alpha thinks he's the only surviving orderly, so who is this lightchaser? He seemed to know the ship better than he did. As for the identity of the light chaser and the blue bell, he seems to have guessed some clues, but he is not sure. If the Light Chaser or Bluebell is really the dark chess piece that the seventh son is placed on the spaceship, then why is it one after the other? What is their ultimate purpose?

However, these problems can only be buried deep in the heart. No matter who the Bluebell is, it's not something it can afford to mess with.

Alpha felt a deep sadness that the Orderly, who had once dominated the Infinite Universe, would end up in such a situation. It can't help but recall those ancient years, although they are endlessly adrift, but they are unrestrained.

A loud "bang" pulled Alpha back from his melancholy. The car seemed to hit something, but it didn't see anything.

Rena woke up with a flush on her face and removed from Bluebell's shoulder. The others were also awakened by the loud noise.

"What's wrong? Alpha? Bluebell said with some displeasure.

"I don't know, I didn't see anything." Alfa's tone was full of doubt.

"I'll go out and have a look."

Bluebell opened the door and stepped out of the chariot, surveying his surroundings.

It was a vast valley, the sky was gray, and the air was very humid, like a harbinger of rain.

Bluebell inspected the front of the car and found a small amount of blood, but did not find what had been hit.

Just as Bluebell was puzzled, Wren said in a deep voice.

"Don't move."

Bluebell's body suddenly froze, not knowing what Wren meant. Wren crouched on the ground, carefully inspecting the grass at Bluebell's feet.

"Look." Wren used his dagger to cut through the grass, only to see a small metal wire hidden inside.

"What is this?" Bluebell wondered.

"It's a trap that can cut you in two if you accidentally step on it." Wren grinned.

Bluebell was shocked in his heart, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. However, he couldn't understand how Wren could know so much about this trap. For so long, although Bluebell has not studied Wren's identity in detail, he believes that this guy is not as simple as it seems.

From the time I saw Peter the little monkey in the town, it was not difficult to guess that Peter Wren and the fat man were old acquaintances. This can also be corroborated by the attitude of Peter the little monkey towards Heibei.

However, during the days they got along, Wren had no direct contact with the fat three, and there was no even verbal communication. Despite this, Bluebell keenly saw the deep fear in the eyes of the fat three. Quinta and Iwayama, in particular, appear very reserved when facing Rennes, and they are silent along the way, as if they are under some kind of pressure.

What is this guy's identity? For Rena's sake, Bluebell held back the curiosity in her heart. However, it can be seen from Wren's attitude towards Rena that he is not a dangerous person.

"You get in the car first, let Alpha remove the car, and I'll take care of it here." Wren Road.

Bluebell nodded, cautiously returned to the cart, and instructed Alpha to drive the cart out of the trap area.

Wren didn't pay attention to the trap under his feet, but turned his head sharply and fired a shot into the air.

"Ahh With a scream, the trap was triggered. Suddenly, a rain of blood appeared out of thin air, and two pieces of corpses were left on the grass.

Wren used his dagger to cut the metal wire in front of him, and gestured to the battlefield to signal that the danger was removed.

Everyone walked off the battlefield and looked at the corpses on the grass in disbelief, not knowing what had happened. Especially the three fat people, they didn't dare to look directly at the cruel smile on Wren's face.

"Wren, what the hell is going on?" Rena covered her mouth and resisted the urge to vomit.

"I killed an invisible man." Wren shrugged.

"The Invisible?" Bluebell looked at the corpses on the ground and saw that they didn't look like normal humans. The thing had a slender body, sharp claws on its limbs, and a bare face, not even a mouth. The skull is oval in shape, and the hindbrain is particularly elongated.

"We've entered an uncharted territory, so be careful." Wren instructed cautiously.

"Fatty, come and bandage me." At this time, everyone found that Wren's back had been injured, and three deep blood marks were visible.

"Oh, oh." The fat man nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking rice.

The group returned to their chariots, and Alpha's drive slowed down. Following the route on the map, you must traverse this valley that hides unknown threats.

"Does it still hurt?" Rena asked with concern.

Although the fat man had already taken care of Wren's injuries, there were still large traces of blood oozing from his back.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a little painful." Wren pretended to be relaxed, but the paleness on his face betrayed him.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff Wren, the painkillers I made didn't work very well, but I'll try." The fat man looked nervous, and then swore an oath.

When Kunta and Iwayama heard the fat man's words, their faces immediately turned pale, and they wanted to stab the fat man to death on the spot with their sharp eyes.

"Sheriff Wren?" Rena couldn't help frowning and stared at Wren with extremely complicated eyes.

Hearing Rena's slightly sharp tone, Bluebell's expression was also full of doubt.