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Wood, who finally woke up, walked over rubbing his shoulders, wiped his face and frowned and said to Kevin: "Your Excellency, I heard another voice just now, saying something like "pilgrimage". I don’t remember exactly, but the voice sounded familiar.”
"Familiar?" Kevin tilted his head to look at him.
"Remember when I told you that we all had similar dreams in the secret passage? Someone kept mentioning the Old Rose Castle in the dream, so we all dreamed there. The voice of that person, this time it was very Alike."
Kevin's eyes sank, he nodded and said, "I see."
He pressed Mio's shoulder, patted Wood again, and said in a deep voice: "Remember, don't sleep until you reach the Valley of Silence. No matter how sleepy you are, don't stick to the ground when you rest. Don't listen to anything like that. Whispering voice, just remember one destination—Silent Valley.”
According to the instructions, Kevin also hurriedly came out of the underground palace along the stone steps in one corner.
Oswald jumped up in two steps, followed him to the ground, and returned to the ruins of the tower. Kevin knelt down again and pressed the ground with his palm, then pointed in a certain direction, and said to Sirius next to him, "You know the way, can you keep your eyes on that direction?"
"What?" Oswald asked.
"Where did the sound come from, let's find it along the way!" Kevin said coldly.
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In the south of Tagwa Town, a suburb of the Golden Lion Country, on the forest road leading to the Black Swamp, a team of nearly a thousand people was dragging forward.
It’s a team, but it doesn’t have such a strong sense of togetherness. If someone looks down from a high altitude, they will find that in this so-called team, people are in groups of three or four, and they are not deeply involved with each other.
If you take a closer look, you will find that those groups of people intersect and change from time to time, but they are not actually involved too much.
They are like people who happen to be on the same road unconsciously, except for the seemingly majestic momentum, there is no communication between fellow travelers.
This wave of people came from the country of the Golden Lion according to their direction. They were dressed in a mixture of civilians, soldiers and soldiers. There were men, women, old and young, and there were even cats, dogs and even mice mixed in the crowd...
Because of the humidity in summer, the forest will always be filled with thick water vapor at night, which looks foggy. This team was looming in the fog, and it looked like a lot of people, which was very strange.
They didn't give people a sense of excitement because of the large number of people, but because of the abnormal quietness, they revealed an inexplicable sense of depression and weirdness, like walking dead.
"How far is it, Mom?" A little girl asked in a low voice as she tugged at the young lady who was leading her.
The eyes of children are always extra round, and the whites of the eyes are less than those of adults. It looks extraordinarily beautiful when it is bright and clear on weekdays, but in this foggy night, there is an inexplicable sense of emptiness like a puppet.
The young lady has the same beautiful eyes as hers, but the eyes are also covered with a thin layer of fog, without focus.
She shook the little girl's hand and walked mechanically with her eyes on the front. After a while, she belatedly let out a soft "shh-". Her eyes were dull, she didn't even look at the little girl, she said in a very flat and unwavering tone: "It's not here yet, be good."
The little girl's fingers struggled twice like a sudden spasm, and then quickly regained composure, as if the little struggle just now was an illusion.
The mother and daughter walked in the second half of the line, their speed was slower than those of the soldiers and young adults in front, their breathing was a bit heavy, and their steps were a little slow. He had obviously walked a long way and was beginning to be physically tired.
The little girl turned her head slowly, glanced at the end of the line, then turned back with her big eyes wide open and asked in a daze, "Are these extra people at the back also together? Are they going to that place too?"
When Yuan came out of the small town of Tagwa, they had been walking at the end of the line. However, after passing through several refugee villages on the way, some people followed them one after another, joined the team, and trailed behind them not too far or too close.
The young woman nodded, and replied, "Yes dear, they are traveling with us."
Every time these people walked a certain distance, they would subconsciously raise their hands and tap the center of their eyebrows and lips, and read a sentence almost silently. Like doing some kind of worship or prayer.
About tens of meters away from the crowd is the most famous boiling swamp in the south-central part of the mainland.
A large piece of black wet mud lay there, bubbling with bubbles of different sizes, breaking