Early morning.

The morning glow of the sun was already shining through the window beside the bed.

Arka had to pull out his pillow and put it over his face to block out the light.

As for getting up.

It's impossible to get out of bed.

He just wanted to die in bed now, stuck to the bed.

Last night, because of the magic mirror, I fell asleep, and 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 deteriorate.

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

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

"Also agreed, saved. Wait, see if I don't sell you. ”

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

With such a thing of unknown origin and still hiding in the mirror, how could Arka think about saving.

It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, or stay in it honestly.

I'm ready to find a moment to give it away.

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

After a brief cleanup, he tucked the map on the table into his arms.

Get out of the villa.

And there were some familiar neighbors around nodding.

The surrounding neighbors were a little surprised that Arka was able to live in the haunted villa for so many days without any obvious situation.

can't help but behave more kindly.

This means that the villa they often worry about may no longer be haunted.

I was finally able to feel a little more at night.

After finding a good-looking restaurant, after breakfast, Arka once again came to the gate like a tourist officer.

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

Once again, I thought of my wallet.

"Am I supposed to be performing on the street too?"

I couldn't help but think as I walked.

All the way to the city gate.

At this time, the security level of the city gate has long been less than before.

Although there is still a wanted portrait next to it.

But the guards at the door just glanced at the crowd from time to time.

I didn't even bother to stop some people, take a closer look and ask.

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

straightened his collar and walked slowly over with the staff of civilization.

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

It's like a passing crowd with curious expressions.

In addition to what Arka already knew, there were several minor members he hadn't seen on the portrait, who were also wanted.

But it's okay.

Arka didn't see himself on it.

Only then did he reassuringly rush out of the guard's sight.

Arka finally got out of the city feeling a little relaxed.

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

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

I don't know if it's because of the way Arka is dressed now, but most of the villagers passing by will deliberately take a detour.

Even if you have to cross paths and miss them, you have to keep your head down.

Seeing this situation, Arka had no choice but to speed up his pace.

After going around for a while, I finally came to my destination.

It is a small valley on an island.

There are small peaks on both sides, and in the middle of the cracks there is a forest that looks like a paradise.

Look at the dirt road beneath your feet and some unknown wooden stakes erected not far away.

You know that people still come here from time to time.

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

Arka couldn't help but walk inside.

As soon as I entered the woods.

All kinds of subtle insect sounds come to the ears.

Observe carefully among the surrounding trees and grass.

There are a lot more insects in the area than outside.

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

Luckily, Arka doesn't have any fear of these insects.

Otherwise, this place might be hell for him.

Bow your head slightly, and go around a spider silk that passes through the middle.

Continue on the winding path towards the inside.

As you go inside, there are more and more stakes that are obviously man-made.

Arka also saw several villagers sitting by a wooden stake, seemingly praying for something.

The villagers were a little surprised when they saw Arka, but they all quickened their pace and left.

These stakes will also be placed with small clay sculptures, some of which will be made of stone.

Mostly insects, though.

There are also wooden stakes with some words and patterns carved on them.

Arka took a brief look.

Most of them are praying for blessings and the like.

Through yesterday at the Insect Museum some of the understanding.

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

For example, praying for the health of children, the one placed on the top is the corresponding insect with the same meaning.

Pray for yourself to go further, and most of the ones on it are carved silkworm chrysalis or butterfly cocoons.

It has the meaning of breaking out of the shell and rejuvenating it.

Many look very new.

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

At this time, Arka looked at the branches in the distance, and there was a figure crouching on the ground next to the branch.

Walk over and take a closer look.

This back looks a little familiar.

Take a closer look.

It was actually the old man from the insect museum yesterday.

He was crouching motionless under a tree stump, as if waiting or observing.

Even Arka had come behind him, and he didn't notice it.

Arka looked forward slightly.

……

Ant?

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

A black ant with a silver thread on its back, and a little larger than a normal ant.

What are these ants carrying in a line that looks like a moving silver thread?

"Ahh

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

Alka's eyes were quick and he hurriedly held him up.

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

"It turned out to be you, why are you still secretly standing behind others here and not talking? Scared the hell out of me. ”

Listening to the old man's words, Arka could only smile awkwardly, and then gently helped him to his feet.

"What is this place? You can feel that there are many insects here, and some of them are rare. ”

Alka asked.

Hearing this, the old man looked at him a little strangely.

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

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

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

Arka followed, only to hear the old man say, "This is the Valley of the Prayer Worm on the island, and there are some legends here, are you interested?" ”

Alka, of course, was interested, and nodded hurriedly.

"Legend has it that insects are messengers of the gods, and they are all over the world in place of the gods, observing the good and evil deeds of the world."

"And this is naturally the gathering place of the oracles, where people erect stumps and carve their prayers, and place corresponding insects on them, hoping that these insects will bring their prayers to the ears of the gods."

"A very simple, but very interesting legend, gradually became a tradition for some people on the island."

After listening, Arka nodded: "It's really very romantic, and such a traditional belief is not a bad thing." ”

The old man also nodded.

Then he stopped.