Chapter 44: Prayer Valley
early morning.
The morning sun has already shone through the window onto the bed.
Alka had to pull out her pillow and put it over her face to block out the light.
As for getting up.
It was impossible to get out of bed.
Now he just wanted to die on the bed, stuck to it.
Last night I had a dream about a magic mirror and had a brief conversation with the soul inside.
But I don’t know if it’s because I’m an ordinary person.
The brief sleep quality reduced his sleep quality.
Even after falling asleep peacefully, I still felt a little tired when I woke up in the morning.
I always feel like I haven't had enough rest and my back and waist ache.
"We promised to save you. Wait, I will sell you out."
Alka woke up but didn't want to get up, thinking indignantly.
How could Alka possibly think of saving something that had unknown origins and was hiding in the mirror?
Whether it's good or bad, just stay in there honestly.
I'm going to find a time to sell it.
Feeling the light getting warmer and warmer, Alka, who couldn't sleep, had to wake up by scratching his head.
After a simple cleanup, he stuffed the map on the table into his arms.
Walk out of the villa.
Nodding to some of the neighbors around who seemed familiar.
The neighbors around were a little surprised that Alka had been able to live in the haunted villa for several days without showing any obvious problems.
I couldn't help but behave more kindly.
This meant that the villa they had always worried about might no longer be haunted.
I was finally able to feel a little more at ease at night.
After finding a nice-looking restaurant and finishing his breakfast, Alka once again came to the gate like a tourist.
On the way, I saw the clown performing on the roadside again, or various jugglers.
Once again, I thought about my wallet.
“Should I also perform on the street?”
I couldn't help but think while walking.
All the way to the city gate.
At this time, the level of security at the city gate was no longer as high as before.
Although there is still .
But the guards at the door just casually glanced at the people passing by from time to time.
I didn't even bother to stop some people to check and ask them.
Seeing this, Alka couldn't help but feel relieved.
He straightened his collar and walked over slowly with his walking stick.
When Alka arrived at the door, he casually glanced at the portrait next to him.
Just like the curious expressions of the people passing by.
In addition to the ones Alka already knew, the portraits above also included several minor members he had never seen before, who were also wanted.
But it's okay.
Alka did not see himself there.
Only then did he feel at ease and escape from the guards' sight.
Alka felt a little relieved after finally leaving the city.
With brisk steps, he walked towards the location marked on the map.
We went around the Garden Avenue and walked into the countryside.
I don’t know if it’s because of what Alka is wearing, but most of the villagers passing by will deliberately take a detour.
Even if we have to miss each other, we have to keep our heads down.
Seeing this situation, Alka had no choice but to speed up his pace.
After walking around for a while, we finally arrived at our 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 my feet and some unknown wooden stakes erected not far away.
It's nice to know that there are still people coming here from time to time.
And the treasure house No. 5 with the white light spot is right here.
Alka couldn't help but walk inside.
As soon as we entered the woods.
Various subtle chirping sounds of insects reached my ears.
Observe carefully among the surrounding trees and grass.
It is obvious that there are many more insects around here than outside.
From time to time, some of them fly past quickly.
Fortunately, Alka was not too afraid of these insects.
Otherwise this place might be hell for him.
He lowered his head slightly and went around a spider thread that passed through the middle.
Continue walking along the winding path inside.
As we walked further inside, we saw more and more wooden stakes that were obviously man-made.
Alka also saw several villagers beside the wooden stake, seemingly praying for something.
The villagers were a little surprised to see Alka, but they all quickened their pace and left.
There are also some small clay sculptures placed on these wooden piles, and some are stone sculptures.
But mostly they are insects.
Some wooden stakes are also carved with words and patterns.
Alka took a brief look.
Most of them are praying for blessings or something like that.
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 insects placed above are the corresponding ones with the same meaning.
In order to pray for further progress, most of the objects placed on it are carved silkworm pupae or butterfly cocoons.
It means breaking out of the shell and being reborn.
Many of them still look new.
It seems that many people 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 a branch in the distance.
Walk over and take a closer look.
This figure looks familiar.
Take a closer look.
It turned out to be the old man from the insect museum yesterday.
At this moment, he was squatting under a tree stump, motionless, as if waiting or observing something.
He didn't even notice that Alka was behind him.
Alka looked slightly forward.
…
Ant?
This old man is looking at ants like a little child?
A kind of ant with a silver line on its black back, slightly larger than an ordinary ant.
These ants are lined up in a line that looks like a moving silver thread. What are they carrying?
"ah!"
The old man suddenly tilted his head to the side, and when he saw the tip of his toes exposed on his lower left side, he was startled and fell to the side.
Alka was quick to support him.
The frightened old man looked up and found that it was Alka, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"So it's you. Why are you standing behind someone secretly here without saying anything? I'm scared to death."
Listening to the old man's words, Alka could only smile awkwardly, then gently helped him stand up.
"What is this place? I can feel that there are a lot of 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 place is, and you just came in?"
"I saw those stakes outside and got a little curious."
The old man nodded, turned and walked along the path.
Alka 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 found all over the world on behalf of God, observing the good and evil deeds of people."
"This is naturally the gathering place of the gods. People set up tree stumps here, carve their prayers, and place corresponding insects on them, hoping that these insects can carry their prayers to the ears of the gods."
“It’s a very simple, yet very interesting legend, and it gradually became a tradition for some people on the island.”
After listening to this, Alka nodded and said, "It is indeed very romantic. Such traditional beliefs are not a bad thing."
The old man also nodded.
Then he stopped.
