The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 147

[Article 147]

Wood ,

who finally woke up beside him, rubbed his shoulders and walked over, wiped his face and frowned and said to Kevin: “Your Excellency, I heard another voice just now, saying something like “pilgrimage”, hey——Han Can’t remember vaguely, but the voice is 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?”

In the dream, someone has been mentioning the old rose castle, which is why we all dream there.

That person’s voice was very similar this time.

Kevin’s eyes sank, he nodded and said, “I see

.

He held Mio ‘s

shoulder, patted Wood again, and instructed in a deep voice: “Remember, don’t sleep until you reach the Valley of Silence, no matter how sleepy you are, don’t stay on the ground, don’t listen to any Whisper-like sound, just remember one destination – Silence Valley.

In the

next generation, Kevin also hurriedly walked along the stone stairs in the corner and came out of the underground palace.

Osvid took two steps and jumped up, followed by the ground, and returned to the ruins of the tower. Kevin knelt down again. He pressed the ground with his palm, then pointed in a certain direction, and said to Sirius who was beside him: “You know the way, can you keep your eyes on that direction?

”

What?”

asked Osvid.

“Where did the voice come from, let’s follow it!”

Kevin said coldly.

Chapter 1:

South of the town of Tagwa, on the outskirts of the Golden Lion Country, on the forest road leading to the Black Swamp, a team of nearly a thousand people was dragging along.

Speaking of which, it was a team. In fact, there is not such a strong sense of aggregation. If someone looks down from a high altitude, they will find that in this so-called team, people are in groups of three or five, and they are not deeply involved with each other. If

you look closely, you will see It will be found that those who are in groups and clusters will also have jiāo forks and changes from time to time, but in fact they are not too involved.

They are like people who happen to be on the same road unconsciously. Except for the momentum that looks a little dàngdàng, there is no jiāo flow between any companions.

This wave of people came from the Golden Lions country. They were dressed in a mixture of civilians, military and soldiers. There were men, women, old and young, and even cats, dogs and even mice mixed in the crowd…

Because the summer is humid .

Because of this, there is always thick water vapor in the forest at night, and it looks misty.

This team was looming in the fog, and it looked strange.

They did not give people a lively feeling because of the large number of people, but because of the abnormal quietness, they revealed an inexplicable sense of desolation and strangeness, like walking dead.

“How far is Mommy?” A little girl asked in a low voice, pulling the young man who was holding her.

Children’s eyes are always extra round, and the whites of the eyes are less than adults.

It looks particularly beautiful when it is bright and clear on weekdays, but in this foggy night, it has an inexplicable feeling of emptiness like a doll.

The young man has beautiful eyes like hers, but the eyes are also covered with a thin layer of fog and have no focus.

She shook her hand and held the little girl’s hand, and walked mechanically as she looked ahead.

Her eyes were stagnant, and 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 suddenly struggled twice like a spasm. He quickly regained his calm, as if the struggle just now was an illusion.

The mother-daughter pair walked in the second half of the line, slower than the soldiers and young adults in front, their breathing was a little heavy, and their footsteps were a little sluggish.

It was clear that he had come a long way and was physically exhausted.

The little girl turned her head slowly, glanced at the end of the team, then turned back and said blankly with big eyes: “Are these people who came out at the back together? Are they going to that place too?”

When they came out of the 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 one after another, joined the team, and stuck behind them not far or near.

The young man nodded and replied, “Yes, my dear, they are on the same road as us.”

Every time these people walked a certain distance, they would subconsciously raise their hands and lightly tap their eyebrows and lips, and said almost silently in their mouths. In a word.

Like doing some kind of worship or prayer.

About a few dozen meters away from the crowd is the most famous boiling swamp in the south-central part of the continent.

A large area of black wet mud lay there, gurgling with bubbles of different sizes, bursting