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How could he be frightened by a child? He thought to himself as he walked out from his original place and walked towards the other party, so unscrupulously and without any concealment.

The ghost subconsciously grabbed the bone nails behind its back with its backhand. If the opponent was about to attack, it would kill him without mercy.

But unexpectedly, the other party took out a white round substance and handed it to it. The ghost smelled a sweet feeling from the round white substance. It was a candy.

It judges so.

Then it decisively reached out and took it from the other person's hand. As for the almost materialized malicious intentions of the other person, the ghost completely ignored it. It looked at the candy wholeheartedly.

Just as it bit the animal, it was covered with a sack by the other party. It was dark inside the sack, very cozy and comfortable, perfect for a nap.

The terrible, dry and boring punishments before had drained all its energy, and the ghost felt that it needed a good sleep.

So it fell into a deep sleep without struggling.

329 He gave me food, so he must not be a bad person

The ghost didn't wake up from the final jolt.

After all, during those most difficult days, I had found a spacious place to lie down on the hard or moist ground for a short rest. I had also lay on the back of an old stag beetle with my head lowered, half asleep and half awake, and spent an indistinct time in a daze.

What's more, those insects whose minds have been bewitched by the plague will also crawl out from unknown corners or soft soil. With the heavy attack about to hit, the ghost will immediately break free from that resting state, then pull out the bone nails, solve the problem quickly and neatly, and continue to move forward at a steady pace.

It just slept enough and woke up naturally.

When I woke up, I was already in an airless, dark, narrow place. There were some larvae sobbing and crying around me, as well as continuous wailing sounds.

The ghost shook his cloak and stood up. The movement was not loud, so it only attracted a few people's attention. Then those who wanted to sigh sighed, those who wanted to cry cried, and no one cared.

It looked at the crying larvae and recalled those guys trapped in the jars. Although these were different from the ones it had rescued, the crying sounds were almost the same.

Maybe even younger.

It tilted its head and looked at the insect in confusion, not quite understanding why it was crying, and there was no transparent glass jar here.

So it fumbled and took out an orange-yellow honey candy, squatted down slightly, and approached the larva that was sitting there leaning against the wall and crying.

The larva that was originally crying immediately stopped, stretched out its limbs cautiously, slowly took it, clumsily imitated the big insects' bowing, and then put it into its mouthparts and chewed it slowly.

The moment the ghost took out the honey candy, the sweet aroma spread unrestrainedly in this small space, and became increasingly thicker.

All the bugs looked over, including those that were still crying. It had originally wanted to distribute the candies to each of them one by one, but now it seemed that it could save a lot of effort.

A mountain of sugar fell from under his cloak, and the larvae that were still in trouble cheered, as if to wipe out the sadness they had suppressed before.

The cheers startled the guards who were half asleep outside, but perhaps because this place was far away from the Holy Nest and those guys had not come to find them, they relaxed their vigilance, yawned again, changed into a comfortable posture, pulled down their visors a little, and continued to sleep soundly.

Perhaps because of the sweet honey blocks, or perhaps because they were still children by nature, they forgot their situation and gathered around the pile of candies, reaching out to grab them. Sometimes another kid would take a fancy to the candy that another kid wanted to eat, and the two of them would hum awkwardly, and then simultaneously reach out to grab something else.

A larva that looked a little older, at least a little knowledgeable, came over to look at the insect that was not much taller than him but could produce candy cubes from under its cloak like a performing troupe.

He held a piece of candy in his hand, but tears were still welling up in his eyes, and he was trying hard to sniffle to stop himself from crying, just like he had done before.

While all the bugs were partying over these things, he just wanted to leave.

He was a little older than the larvae and knew more, but his age was limited and his knowledge was limited.

He knew that those guys had bad intentions, he knew that they were here to kidnap and sell them, and he knew that they would be separated from their parents, but that was all. He didn't know what kind of miserable fate they would face, nor what kind of hardships they would have to endure.

So when he saw the ghost, he seemed to have found his backbone and involuntarily moved closer.

"Were you also captured and brought here?" Although he was trying to remain calm, his voice still trembled involuntarily.

The ghost thought about it and seemed to have fallen asleep here, so he shook his head subconsciously.

"...Were you deceived like those crybabies?" The other party was a little depressed. He thought he had finally found someone who might be a little older than him and whom he could talk to to discuss what to do, but it turned out that he was deceived like those little bugs who had little sense of right and wrong.

The bug that caught him at that time also tried to lure him with candy, but unfortunately he was smart and didn't fall for it. But it was useless because he wanted to shout at the first moment, but the other party was too fast and knocked him unconscious and tied him up and brought him over.

When he first came here, the little bugs that were caught before him didn't realize that something was wrong. After all, bugs had long adapted to the darkness and cramped environment. Until he couldn't stand those naive guys who were completely unaware of the truth and still looked optimistic, he told them everything he knew and said loudly that they might never see their parents again in their lives.

The group of larvae who were originally happy burst into tears on the spot, and the insects who were originally standing in the room and responsible for monitoring them were so disturbed by the bad atmosphere that they immediately left.

He regretted what he said, especially when he saw the group of people crying breathlessly. However, if you cry for too long, you will always run out of energy. By the time the ghost came, they had almost cried enough, otherwise they would have made more noise.

Deception? The ghost thought of Gio, who had not lost a single thing on him, and shook his head decisively.

If it were an adult insect who didn't know ghosts, he would probably think that the other party was just pretending to be stubborn, but the person standing here was a child who had only been there for a short time, so he looked at the other party and just shouted something in a daze.

"What a strange bug! How did you get here?"

[I came here after waking up from a sleep]

The ghost answered patiently.

"Oh, I see." The bug stared at the ghost's sign even more blankly, as if he had forgotten something, and then he remembered why he was looking for him. "Are you from the performance troupe?"

He thought of those children who were not much older than him but were already performing on stage. They must be very good, right? He decisively forgot that the reason he was looking for them was to escape, and just looked at them with shining eyes of admiration.

[no]

The ghost shook his head decisively again.

It thought for a moment, thinking, "Performing troupe" should be referring to the Green Troupe? Although the ghost always felt that the other party was talking about something else, wasn't it okay if it was almost the same?

[Green is]

330 Hallownest is about to show its sharp fangs

Perhaps the noise was too loud, and the insects outside were not very reassured. Their conversation came to an abrupt halt with the insect wrapped in armor and fully armed. Of course, the ghost was happy to say a few more words to the other party. It did not care at all about the tin can that looked ferocious but was actually made of paper to it.

It just felt that there was no need to do so, because the other party did not actively attack it and even gave it delicious food. It was not sure whether the other party was a good person, but since he neither attacked it nor deceived its Geo, he probably couldn't be that bad.

When the ghost was just abducted, Green had not yet realized that anything was wrong. He still maintained his unique arrogance, trying to gain some maximum benefits from this incident. As for the flames that had been ignited, there was no way he could extinguish them again.

Honeyt knew this very well, but she didn't care. As long as the ghost was still there, the other party would never betray this place. And the ghost would exist for a long time, maybe even longer than the kingdom itself.

This is not impossible, it is inevitable.

God, incredible God.

As long as he doesn't betray this place, his flames will be the best all-round protection.

But until Green sensed that the ghost's location was gradually moving away from Hallownest, he could no longer maintain his hard-earned appearance, and the corners of his mouth that originally had a sly smile gradually relaxed.

"...gone."

"What." Quino, who was in charge of leading Green to set fires in various places in Holy Nest, looked at the bug with some confusion. After all, some things were not decided casually. They were added after careful consideration and discussion, so naturally a bug was needed to be responsible for it.

"Father is missing." Green lowered his voice, but couldn't suppress the anger in it. "No, he's not missing. To be more precise, he's left the realm. This shouldn't be the case."

"Can you confirm the location?"

Quino naturally knew who the father was, and naturally paid close attention to the matter. However, looking at Green's expression, he added, half-jokingly, "Don't overthink it. Perhaps it stumbled upon something interesting and left the area on its own accord. After all, a strong curiosity and adventurous spirit don't change with time, age, or other factors."

"Of course I can determine the location. Are you questioning me?" Green naturally hoped so, but he knew his father's character well. "I should return to him immediately. Yes, immediately."

"Don't worry so much, my friend. Maybe it just wandered out while strolling along the border." Quino wanted to pat the other's shoulder to comfort him and calm his restlessness, but unfortunately he was not tall enough and he didn't want to stand on tiptoe.

"Are you kidding me?" Green's anxiety was finally pushed to the limit. He was afraid that his father would go further and further away, or even leave. Even though he knew that the possibility was very small, it was enough to make him feel desperate.

"Father is familiar with every inch of this land. He has explored every corner of it. Father's presence has been everywhere. It's impossible for anyone to know this place better than him!"

"Alright." Quino spread his hands. He wasn't particularly worried about his companion. He was more inclined to believe what he'd suspected, that he was simply lost or simply curious. "But now, this place has changed so drastically. Sometimes when I'm patrolling here, I think, 'It's incredible! I can hardly recognize the land I've walked on before. It feels brand new."

Before he could say anything more, Green had lost his form, and the sky was filled with scarlet flames, which then quickly turned into pure black.

The flames in the sky gathered into a ball and disappeared here at an extremely fast speed.

"...So impatient." Quino sighed and planned to follow. Maybe the ghost found some useful clues, so he left here without saying goodbye.

Although it is somewhat difficult to keep up with the opponent's exaggerated speed, it is still very easy to catch up by following some clues left by the opponent.

But before he could follow the other person for even a few steps, the other person turned back at an exaggerated speed.

"It's over there, you, lead the way." Green said this rudely with a stern face without any explanation.

"Are you lost?" Quino glanced at the other party. After all, he was a bug that had lived for so long, so how could he not see the other party's folding method and the reasons revealed in his words.

"Don't have those useless imaginations. It's just because I don't want to waste time in this maze-like place around this bend. It's just to shorten the time of moving forward." Green looked at people without any guilt. Anyway, this sentence was not a lie. It was just a slight modification and exaggeration.

But he really hadn't acted alone for a long time. He was used to following his father or dealing with things in that damn room full of piles of documents. Isn't it normal to get lost?

Green tried to excuse himself in his mind, not wanting to recall that he was a person with poor direction.

"Okay then." Quino didn't care. He just smiled and let the other party lightly reveal it.

Chunchun, who was writing, stopped immediately when she sensed the ghost leaving.

The quill fell from its hand, rolled on the table and fell to the ground, and the black ink drew an elegant line on the white paper.

It stood up immediately without any concern and knocked on the thick bronze bell in front of the door. The next moment, countless neatly dressed, half-qualified knights of varying heights walked towards this side. Although they still could not meet the pure expectation in its mind, at least they were better than others.

Perhaps, it could consider asking God for something more, such as resurrecting its fellow container beings who have already rested. Of course, it would follow their wishes, allowing them to choose to stay or continue sleeping. After all, not all of their fellow beings are willing to wake up in this world. Some harbor resentment towards this country, or even resent everything about life.

It looked at the knights who were gradually gathering together and came to its senses.

"Let's go." It just said these two words briefly, and then led the huge group of people towards where it sensed.

The knights did not ask, but just followed Pure in silence and in unison. This was what they had been trained to do: not to ask any questions, but to always dedicate their lives to God.

331 Overestimating One's Capacity

"time to go."

The insects that were watching over them became somewhat good-tempered when they saw the larvae stop crying.

He was wearing some crude armor, which made clanging sounds when he moved. Even in such a dim space, large rusty spots on it could be seen.

"Let's go, let's go, don't dawdle, don't worry, you won't starve."

As he urged them, he couldn't help but look at the larvae with pity. He didn't know how those people above would treat these guys, but no matter what, they would be away from their former country and home, and spend their helpless lives wandering in another distant place.

It didn't need to be so urgent, but the bugs over there seemed to have discovered something. The lurking sentinels suffered heavy casualties, and those who managed to escape fell straight in front of him with their seriously injured bodies.

Transparent blood with a slight milky white color flowed to his lower limbs, and he could even feel the cold liquid.

It was not that he had not thought about leaving at that time, but where would he go after leaving the kingdom? Humble insects are all the same wherever they live, and this is his fate that he cannot escape.

Thinking about it this way, he didn't seem to have any right to be pitied. After all, they were all living in the same humble and helpless way.

He did not take over this task on his own initiative, but when some things come upon you, you cannot resist them, so he left his small home, which was not warm and had some leaks, with a sigh, just to have enough food and clothing and to have a hot meal.

He saw that some larvae were unwilling to leave no matter what, so he impatiently went over and grabbed them and dragged them away, including the largest child except the ghost, or coaxed them with threats and bribes, just like those guys were deceived into coming here.

Only when all the larvae in this small space, except for the ghosts, had their hands tied and pulled into a line, did he turn around and leave with satisfaction, but then he realized something was wrong.

He almost overlooked a bug hiding in the shadows. He turned around to grab it, but the ghost easily dodged it.

At this moment, he realized that the guy in front of him was completely different from the crying and noisy larvae before. He was extremely calm and could even look up at him calmly.

He also saw the bone nails on the other party's back. When he saw this, he couldn't help but curse those guys inwardly, wondering if they were just eating for free. Even if it was a larva, they should have taken the other party's weapon instead of letting it hang on their body carelessly.

But when he thought that the guys he had scolded were almost dead, the unbearable insults in his heart stopped abruptly.

It's like there's no meaning anymore.

Maybe it's because he hasn't turned into a bug like those cold corpses.

"Disobedient bugs will be punished."

He looked at the other party's attire with some attention. After all, there were some insects that were brave and aggressive since childhood. Perhaps those sentinels were more than capable of subduing such young insects. However, he looked down at his skinny body and shriveled abdomen. His seemingly brave posture was all supported by the armor, which looked completely fake.

But when he looked at the man's height, he felt that no matter how old he was, he couldn't be that old. He hadn't grown much yet. If he was careful and attentive, he wouldn't fall flat on his face.

He attributed his previous mistakes to his own carelessness and did not consider the other party's peculiarity at all. After all, the appearance of a ghost was too deceptive, and containers were something most places had never seen, and it was unimaginable that someone would go to such great lengths to waste so many lives and resources just to harvest an empty and exquisite container.

He held his breath and slowly approached the other party, but the ghost just stood there in a daze, looking like it was frightened.

It seems I do have some skills. He completely ignored the fact that he was forcing only a tiny-looking larva, and he was simply immersed in the complacency of thinking that he was not such a waste.

Perhaps he felt he was close enough, so he suddenly squatted down to grab the person's cloak, but the light cloak was like an opportunity in his life that he could never grasp. No matter how hard he tried, he was always an inch away. He could only watch the soft cloak pass by his fingertips, the comfortable touch disappeared in a flash, and then nothing was left.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

He was obsessed with chasing the seemingly soft cloak and even forgot what he was doing.

Until a sharp silver light flashed by, and his hands were neatly cut off, and transparent blood with some milky white spurted out.

He was stunned for a moment, and then the intense pain forced him to break free from his dazed state. The whole insect fell to the ground with a plop, and then screamed.