The first thing Kenny sensed when he regained consciousness was a great pain: he felt like he had been punched countless times in the chest, there seemed to be a fire burning in his lungs, his bones were crawling like ants, and those damn little things were greedily chewing on the marrow in the crevices with their mouths that were invisible to the naked eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info ̄)]sんц閣浼镄嗹載尛裞閲渎棢つww%w.%ā

He got up in great pain, but he didn't take two steps before he fell, then tried to get up again, and eventually collapsed.

The sound of wheezing gradually drowned out his heartbeat, and after his vision regained slightly, he looked up at the sky between the trees. It was nearly dusk, and he seemed to be back on the edge of the pool, and he remembered what had just happened, and while wondering why he had returned, he suddenly remembered old Flynn, and then he began to cry out loudly. The voice faded away, and he didn't hear back.

"Nameless, where are you—" In disappointment, he suddenly heard the voice of the white dove, and there was anxiety in it.

"I'm here—"

"Is that you? what's going on?" the white dove ran over and crouched down to pick up Kenny on the ground.

"I don't know, but I always felt like I had done something stupid....." Kenny looked into her dark blue eyes, his voice a little weak.

"Where's Flynn? where has she been?" asked the White Dove, "why have you been away for so long, and this is not so far from the camp, and the men have caught up?

"No, none of us met. Kenny shook his head weakly, "Flynn and I discovered this pool. At first, I just wanted to catch some fish for lunch, but I accidentally found a cave in the water, probably driven by curiosity, I just wanted to go in and see if there would be any treasures, but I found a dungeon....." He paused, his face showing a hint of horror, "I remember, I seemed to walk into a castle, and then someone took my body, and then there was an earthquake there, and I saw the castle turn into tens of thousands of crows, and then ..... And then I got here. ”

"Flynn with you?"

"No, she's waiting for me on the shore, but when I wake up, she's gone.....," Kenny muttered, then looked around, "Sorry, can you go find me a thicker stick? ”

The white dove looked around. "Is your sword okay?" she asked him, looking at the bushes not far away.

Kenny nodded. The white pigeon let go of her hand, got up and walked to the thicket surrounded by broad-leaved plants, and when she bent down to pick up the black steel sword, she noticed that there seemed to be some undried blood on the ground, and then curiously probed into the grass.

The next second, her mind suddenly went blank, and her anxious expression was replaced by a look full of horror, and then turned to grief. She sat down on the floor with her mouth wide open, her shoulders shaking with silent sobbing, and after a few seconds, she turned it all into a piercing scream.

"What's wrong?!" Kenny struggled to his feet.

The white dove did not respond to him. Her whole body trembled, fear and grief occupied almost all of her thoughts at this moment, and she kept screaming until her throat was hoarse, and she pressed her heels against the mud, shaking her head and moving her body backwards.

"What the hell is going on?!" Kenny cried out in great pain.

"F, Flynn ....." the white dove turned his head with a glazed look in his eyes, "she..... Die..... Dead ....."

Kenny's eyes widened and he swallowed unconsciously. The words were like some kind of witchcraft, and they fixed him there, and for a full minute, his head went blank like the white dove.

Against the amber gray sky, he stared at the bushes for a long time. There was indeed a pool of undried blood, but he could not accept that the owner of the blood was old Flynn, the kind old man who had been angry with him for the first time not long ago because of danger, and who had saved his life and left his homeland for him.

He was extremely remorseful and deeply sorry.

Eventually, he stood up in severe pain and walked slowly to the bushes.

"Nameless, what are you going to do....." the white dove muttered with sobs.

"The cause of death was a dagger inserted into the heart, and there was more than one knife, and the murderer was at least a head higher than her. Kenny turned his head, his eyes glazed.

"But she's dead, it's not important anymore....." the white dove wept silently.

"No!" Kenny suddenly roared, "I'm going to find the killer and smash him to pieces!!"

The white dove stopped crying. She watched Kenny gritting his teeth and searching the bushes repeatedly, even sparing every broad leaf, trying to find some clues left by the killer, and she then joined in. But until it got dark, they didn't notice anything.

"Nameless, are you better?" asked the white dove, who had given up the search, as he sat on the ground.

"Hmm. Kenny, torch in hand, hastily responded, and continued to search every inch of dirt.

"Look no further, it's just futile to go on like this, the murderer has nothing left. The white dove whispered, "Even if we find something, we will not be able to meet the murderer again, the Sumerian continent is so big....." she paused, "Go back, help me bring my mother's body back, she must also want to bury the earth for safety.....

Kenny straightened up and looked at the poor white pigeon, he tried to open his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, he couldn't take his eyes off the dark blue pupils, and could only let them wet the white pigeon's pale face. "I'm sorry....."

"No, you don't need to apologize, it's all about-"

"No, I'm really sorry for the white dove....." he looked back at the bushes in the distance, then turned to look at the white dove, "listen to you, let's go back." ”

Before midnight, they placed Flynn Sr.'s body in a fishing net and dragged it back to camp.

After some deliberation, they chose an old nanmu not far from the camp, and Kenny flattened the front of a stick as a shovel, cleared a clearing, dug out a grave, and then put the old Flynn's body in it.

"May the god Namu bless the good souls to return to the abyss. After reading the simple eulogy, the white dove scattered the flowers into the grave, and Kenny filled the mound with a wooden shovel and carved a tombstone out of a black steel sword and placed it on the top of the towering grave.

They stood in front of the tombstone and were silent for a long time.

"Ms. Flynn. Kenny knelt on one knee and stuck his black steel sword in front of him, "I swear to Namu that I will find the murderer and help you get revenge!"

"Don't say that," said the white dove in a low voice, "she just wants us to live well, that's all. ”

He looked back at her for a moment, then stood up and drew his black steel sword. "No! I must find the murderer!" he turned, his honey-colored eyes stubborn and determined, "Wherever he flees, I will bring that filthy head back here to pay tribute to the soul of Lady Flynn!"