Yu Mengzhou had only sat alone for a moment when a horse's head quietly poked its head in.
He turned his head and saw two red eyes peering at him from under the heavy armor. Even the bravest man would jump in fear when he suddenly saw these eyes.
His heart stopped for a moment, and then he recognized the horse.
"Pilgrimage?" Yu Mengzhou called out tentatively, "Come in, why are you standing there?"
—The magic horse "pilgrimage" is the most eye-catching one even among many companions with strange shapes.
On the first day, Yu Mengzhou remembered it because Pilgrim never spoke. From the tip of its nose to its tail, it was all sewn together with sharp armor, without any fur showing. The only thing that could be seen was its eyes.
Pilgrim walked in silently, away from its noisy companions, and lay down in front of Yu Mengzhou, carrying food and precious wine on its back. Yu Mengzhou looked at it for a moment, and for some reason, he felt that Pilgrim's eyes were very melancholy.
He took the bag of food, put the bottle of wine aside, and wanted to touch its fur, but what he touched was cold and sharp thick armor.
"What's wrong?" Yu Mengzhou softened his voice unconsciously, "Are you unhappy?"
The pilgrim paused, looked outside, and then turned to Yu Mengzhou with a dark look in his eyes, and it was hard to tell what it meant.
Yu Mengzhou also took a peek outside. He lowered his voice and whispered to the magic horse: "Are they disturbing you?"
The pilgrim exhaled heavily and moved his lips, making the copper ring that sealed his mouth jingle. He did not shake his head or nod, but just looked at Yu Mengzhou deeply and pitifully, and his eyes seemed to contain tears, which almost broke Yu Mengzhou's heart.
He threw down the food bag and hurriedly hugged the pilgrim's neck, not caring how the spikes on the armor pricked his hands, and murmured a promise to the magic horse: "Don't be afraid, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to remove the shackles on you..."
The pilgrim stood close to him carefully, so as not to scratch Yu Mengzhou with his sharp armor. He made a slight gasp sound, as if whispering in response.
Falke: “…”
It narrowed its eyes, and its ponytail whipped the air lightly, making a sharp whip-like sound. Pilgrim immediately raised his head and made eye contact with the returning leader.
Yu Mengzhou turned his head and saw Falke's figure. He felt the pilgrim in his arms struggle slightly, so he immediately let go and let it stand up.
"Go," said Falke, "your brothers are waiting for you."
Yu Mengzhou looked left and right, and always felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird. Pilgrim took one last look at Yu Mengzhou and walked out of the cave silently.
Falke asked, "Does the food taste good?"
"Oh," Yu Mengzhou came back to his senses and opened the leather pocket, "I haven't eaten yet... Wow, pancakes!"
He picked up a soft, silver-white cake through the oil paper in amazement. It was still steaming. "How can there be such food in hell? You... I mean, demons, don't they all eat meat and drink blood?"
"Instead of eating flesh and drinking blood, it's better to say that demons are creatures willing to try anything." Falke said, "Even if you want holy water from the Church, we can find it for you in the Demon Realm."