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Half a month before the festival started, the festive atmosphere on the mainland was already very strong, especially in places like Sovina City, where there are well-known temples and regional priests stationed, there will be a wave of passenger flow peaks at the festival every year .

Ritual pilgrimage is the top three of many Guangming God believers [must-do list in life]. If conditions permit, they will travel thousands of miles to the Guangming Kingdom located in the center of the mainland to listen to the teachings of the Priest of Guangming. The Great Temple is also a good choice.

During this period, roads and entering and exiting cities are tax-free for believers of the light, and the procedures and fees for going to different countries are also looser than in the past. The streets and alleys in the cities and villages are full of joyful people looking forward to the festival. The air is full of joy.

But these joys belong to the believers of the light, and have nothing to do with Muenna's people.

Issy's team took on an expedition out of the city a few days before the festival. The mission route was from the forest of monsters to the underground labyrinth.It would take at least a month for them to return to the city to turn in the mission, and the schedule perfectly staggered the Sun Festival that no Hall would like.

Izzy did this on purpose.

Unless the Huor tribe is injured or sick and can't move, they will consciously avoid areas where the festival is crowded with people during the festival.

On the one hand, the Ritual Festival is a ceremony to celebrate the days getting longer and the nights getting shorter. The more time the sun shines, the less time the moon hangs high. This period of time is not an auspicious day worth celebrating in the traditional culture of the Huor people. , best spent peacefully in bathing prayer.

On the other hand, the Sun Festival will push the religious atmosphere in the crowd to a climax, making any non-Bright believer in it as bright as the Great Light Art in the dark, with strange eyes and whispers everywhere , can force Hall's mercenary with the best endurance to hit the wall.

So they simply hid far away and let the believers of the light celebrate theirs, while Yixi and the others lit a bonfire under the moonlight and sat together to pray quietly.

They will silently recite the ancient legends of the Hall tribe, those stories about the moon, about the gods, and about the chronology of the age of the gods.

In the belief of the Huor people, Muenna, who symbolizes the moon, is not opposite to the god of light, who symbolizes the sun. They also praise the warmth and light of the sun, but when the night is getting shorter, Muenna can no longer look at her for a long time. People, they have to walk more cautiously in the world, relying on themselves to guide the way forward.

Russling in the darkness, eyes gazing at this group of quiet and strange guests among the grass and trees, some curious and courageous ones were attracted by the silver moonlight entangled in the hair of the halls, covered by the grass and branches, Move closer to the light, and move closer.

In dimly lit places, you can only see undulating silhouettes sticking to the ground and moving slowly. When you walk from the dark to a slightly brighter place, you can see the true faces of these bold guys—the mottled light brown semicircular canopies. It was a cover that was pressed against the ground, only a small gap was raised, and vague sights poked out from the gap, looking at the depth of these silver-haired halls.

One, two, three or four.

five, six...

I can't even count how many there are.

The canopy has a thick and fleshy texture, and when it moves, it will drag a wet and sticky trail on the ground. Most of them are light brown, but there are also beige or black, and a few with bright red and blue spots.

"There are still mushrooms here." Locke heard the movement, opened his eyelids, and quickly scanned the scene where the mushrooms on the ground slowly surrounded them.

Ned also half-opened his eyes when he heard this, and checked the surrounding situation, "Really, there are so many rows of mushrooms... they grow so big."

Although the Halls were the ones being surrounded, Ned and Locke couldn't hear the slightest bit of tension in their tone. If you really want to describe their tone, it would be better to say...

Suck.

The kids next door were about to cry.

It seems that they only ate some dry bread and water today, and they haven't settled down for dinner yet.

And Xingguzi, a small monster, is very similar to Lu Xi in terms of appearance and taste.

Well, the mushrooms from my previous life taste more delicious and fatter than mushrooms. It is very delicious after removing the head and cooking it casually.

There are also many rows of mushrooms inhabiting the Muen Mountains. One of the greatest joys of the Halls when they were young was to carry a cloth bag after a rainy day and chase the mushrooms that came out for food all over the mountains. You piled them up one by one with your parents on your back. Fire stealing - the elders don't let the cubs eat the mushrooms casually. Some types of mushrooms are poisonous. Adults with rough skin and thick flesh are the most likely to have diarrhea. The young are delicate and easy to eat.

Ned swallowed his saliva, thinking that he had already bitten into a piece of tightly roasted mushroom meat.

So he raised his hand and poked Yixi, who was immobile like a mountain beside him, "Look, it's a mushroom."

Izzy closed her eyes and prayed intently, unmoved in the slightest.

Ned stretched out his hand to poke him again, "Mushroom! It's - such a big mushroom!"

Locke also touched Izzy's arm with his arm, "Captain, Captain, look!"

One left poke, one right poke, Izzy had to open his eyes and look down at the ground.He didn't understand how mushrooms could make these guys so excited. As the best prey to catch in the mountains, Yixi roasted mushrooms and boiled mushrooms every day when he was a child. Xingguzi is still a little nauseating.

The mushrooms surrounding the halls seemed to realize that they had been discovered. They made a "pop" sound from the small gap in the canopy, sprayed out a powdery mist, and then quickly curled up and the canopy shrank and shriveled. If you don't pay attention, it looks like a small dusty and inconspicuous stone.

Those with bright red and blue spots opened their canopies greatly, and the colors became more vivid and conspicuous, as if a sign [I'm poisonous and not to be messed with] was written on it, so that hunters dare not attack.

Xingguzi also attracted monsters lurking in other forests, and Yixi could hear the subtle sounds in the depths of the bushes.

One... no, three.

The two big ones were hidden behind the rocks, which should be the common hunting combination of jackals and wolves in this forest, and the other small one was on the tree...

A bird of prey in the dark.

"It's just right." Yixi hung the sword that was untied during the silent prayer back to his waist, "Xingguzi grabbed a few non-poisonous ones and ate them, and scattered the rest. If they were attracted outside, I will deal with the two on the east side. Locke, get rid of the ones on the tree."

There is no saying that the Huor people do not kill during the sun sacrifice. On the contrary, after the silent prayer on the moon night, they will hunt, sacrifice the heart of the most powerful prey to Muenna, and then smear the blood on their faces to symbolize the goddess Bless her warriors.

The night was thick, the jackal's eyes were as red as blood in the darkness, and the wolf's eyes were glowing with a cold green light.

They are hungry, otherwise they would not stare at the mushrooms that usually don't even look at them.

And the silver-haired Hall who voluntarily walked in front of them, looked more delicious than mushroom meat, I don't know how many times more delicious.

The roar of the wild beast broke the tranquility of the forest night, and when he jumped up and nailed the sword point into the back of the monster's neck, Izzy suddenly wondered whether the lord was meeting a beautiful and dignified man in the noisy night that was dyed like day. The noble ladies danced to the music to celebrate this bright and shining festival.

In the letter Lucien wrote to him, it seemed that he had said to him, may the light protect your journey—something like that.

【Your elders told me that the moon will not say anything, and the moonlight will only illuminate the way home. 】

[Although I know that you are a citizen of Muenna, I still pray for you in the temple. 】

[I pray for the protection of the light, no matter how rough or dangerous your journey is, you will be able to ride the wind and waves in the end. 】

Issie vaguely remembered that Lucien wrote something at the end.

Some words are very lord-style, not very pleasant, but somehow he thinks they are cute.

[Of course, if you die outside, it will be all your fault. 】

[I will never collect your body. 】

please forgive.

When Izzy saw this sentence, she couldn't help laughing.