Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

early morning.

The morning rays of the sun had already shined through the window onto the bedside.

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

As for getting up.

It was impossible to get out of bed.

All he wanted now was to die on the bed like this, glued to the bed.

Last night, I fell into a dream through the magic mirror and had a simple conversation with the soul inside.

But I don’t know if it’s because I am an ordinary person.

The brief trance caused his sleep quality to deteriorate.

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 a good rest, and my back is sore.

"We also agreed to save you. Wait and see if I don't sell you."

Alka, who woke up but didn't want to get up, thought angrily.

How could Alka think about saving something like this with unknown origins still hiding in the mirror?

No matter it's good or bad, just stay in it honestly.

Ready to find an opportunity to give it away.

Feeling that the light was getting warmer and warmer, Alka, who really couldn't sleep, had no choice but to touch and wake up.

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

Get out of the villa.

He nodded to the slightly familiar neighbors around him.

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

He couldn't help but behave more kindly.

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

I finally felt a little more at ease at night.

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

On the way, I saw the clown performing on the roadside again, or various jugglers.

I thought about my wallet again.

"Should I perform on the streets too?"

I couldn't help but think while walking.

All the way to the city gate.

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

Although there is still a wanted portrait posted next to it.

But the groups of 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 carefully.

Seeing this situation, Alka couldn't help but feel relieved.

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

When Alka came to 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 portraits above that Alka already knew, there were several minor members he had never seen who were also wanted.

But it's okay.

Alka didn't see himself up there.

Then he ran out of the guard's sight with confidence.

Alka felt a little relieved after finally leaving the city.

Walking briskly, follow the location marked on the map.

Went around the garden route next to it and walked into the countryside.

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

Even if we have to miss each other, we have no choice but to keep our heads down.

Seeing this situation, Alka had no choice but to speed up.

After going 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 high, and in the middle there is a forest that looks like a paradise.

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

I know there are still people coming here from time to time.

The treasure house No. 5 with white light spots is right here.

Alka couldn't help but walk inside.

As soon as we entered the woods.

All kinds of subtle insect chirps came into my ears.

Observe carefully among the surrounding trees and grass.

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

From time to time, some quickly flew past in front of us.

Fortunately, Alka wasn't too afraid of these insects.

Otherwise this place might be hell for him.

He lowered his head slightly and walked around a spider thread passing through the middle.

Continue walking on the winding path towards the inside.

As we walked further inside, there were more and more wooden piles that were obviously man-made.

Alka also saw several villagers beside the wooden piles, seemingly praying for something.

The villagers felt a little strange when they saw Alka, but they all walked away quickly.

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

But mostly they are insects.

There are also some words and patterns carved on some wooden piles.

Alka looked at it briefly.

Most of them are praying for blessings and the like.

Through some understanding at the Insect Museum yesterday.

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

For example, when praying for the health of your children, the corresponding insect with the same meaning is placed on it.

Praying for oneself to go further, most of the things placed on it are some carved silkworm chrysalis or chrysalis.

It means breaking out of the shell and taking on new life.

Many of them still look 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, Alka looked at a figure squatting on the ground next to a branch in the distance.

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.

At this time, he was squatting under a tree stump motionless, seeming to be waiting or observing something.

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

Alka looked slightly forward.

…

Ant?

This old man is looking at ants like a child?

There is a black ant with a silver line on its back, and it is a little larger than ordinary ants.

These ants are lined up like a moving silver thread. What are they carrying?

"ah!"

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

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

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

"So it's you. Why are you here secretly standing behind others without saying a word? You scared me to death."

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

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

Alka asked.

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

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

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

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

Alka followed and heard the old man say: "This is the Insect Praying Valley on the island. There are some legends here. Are you interested?"

Of course Alka was interested and nodded quickly.

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

"This is naturally a gathering place for divine envoys. People set up tree stumps here to carve their prayers and place corresponding insects on them. What they hope is that these insects can bring their prayers to the ears of God."

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

After listening, Alka nodded: "It is indeed very romantic. Such traditional beliefs are not a bad thing."

The old man also nodded.

Then he stopped.