Hollow Knight: Hallownest

I don't know where I heard it from, but those things that make us feel resentful and sad will gradually fade away with the passage of time, so it seems that all the pain and resentment can be diluted as long as time passes long enough.

Wus knew what this meant, and felt that this sentence applied to most insects, because he didn't think that after an insect died, it could stand up again because of emotions such as sadness or hatred.

Isn't that what it means? No insect's emotions are higher than death, otherwise the bodies left all over the land wouldn't remain there forever.

Wu Si looked at the mask in his hand, sighed, and began to study soul magic again.

The dead are gone, and the living are like this. The snail shamans seem to be accustomed to life and death, so they have long been numb to it. Wus is glad that he can still feel sadness, otherwise he always feels that his insect life would lack a bit of color.

"Wusi?"

Just as Wu Si had sat down cross-legged and was about to enter a meditative state, a soft sound suddenly floated from the entrance of the cave on the hill. Wu Si listened carefully and the sound became louder, clearer, and more... familiar.

It's Mo Rong! The life-saving bug!

Wu Si hurriedly picked up his staff and walked towards the cave entrance, but when he saw Mo Rong he paused and it took him a while to react.

"My friend, I'm so glad that you're okay, but why did you change your mask?"

When Mo Rong saw Wu Si coming over, he wanted to say hello with a smile, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw Wu Si walking hurriedly behind him, muttering something.

"I see. I have heard of the man who arrested you before. I heard that he is a powerful figure. You must have escaped from the pursuers now."

After Wu Si finished speaking, he nodded seriously. Mo Rong was about to speak when he was interrupted by him.

"Don't talk yet. Don't let the pursuers hear you. I'll go outside the cave to see what's going on. You saved my uncle and me. Snail Shaman is not a worm that doesn't know how to repay a favor. It's not reasonable for me to let you get into trouble on my territory."

"Just wait. If anyone dares to break in here, I won't mind using my magic to teach him a lesson!"

Having said that, Wu Si picked up his staff and walked out of the cave angrily. Mo Rong was standing behind him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He had never seen Wu Si like this before.

But it feels good.

"Hey! Wu Si, listen to me first. It's not as serious as you think. I am a free man now, not a wanted criminal."

Mo Rong's voice came from behind. Wu Si paused, then walked back to Mo Rong as if nothing had happened, looking at him strangely.

"Then why did you change your mask? If it weren't for your aura, I almost didn't recognize you."

"This is a long story. Just think of it as a punishment. I came here to talk to you about something."

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

Wu Si pulled Mo Rong all the way to the hut and sat down. The first time Mo Rong approached the hut, he saw the mask on it.

Following Mo Rong's gaze, Wu immediately understood Mo Rong's intention and immediately picked up the mask and handed it to him.

"You came here for this, right? Alas, I didn't have time to return it to you then, and I haven't heard from you since, so I have to leave it here for now."

Wu Si slowly sat down on the stone platform, with some regret in his eyes but he was soon relieved.

"I may never be able to leave this place. I really envy you, my friend."

Mo Rong picked up the mask and was about to take a look when he heard Wu Si's words. He turned around and asked:

"What's wrong? Don't tell me your time is also..."

Wu Si smiled and shook his head, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Don't worry. If nothing unexpected happens, I still have a long time to live. It's just that because I consumed too much of my soul when I was captured before, it's extremely difficult for me to get out now."

"...Is there no other way?"

"No, but don't worry about me, my friend. I don't know how long I have been standing on the land under our feet. The outside world is no longer a necessity for me..."

When Wus said this, he was suddenly stunned and shook his head helplessly.

"Why am I telling you this? I've been feeling off these days since I came back. I'm sorry, my friend. Our reunion should be joyful. I hope you haven't been affected by me."

Mo Rong stroked the mask in his hand while listening to Wu Si's muttering. When the surroundings returned to silence, he felt extremely depressed.

"Wus."

"Ok?"

"Do you consider me a friend?"

Wu Si was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused, but still nodded and said, "Of course."

"No, if you really treat me as a friend, you should tell me the things that make you sad without any scruples, instead of considering my emotions when telling me about your suffering, you know?"

Wus turned his head to look at Mo Rong. The pair of dark eyes under his mask, which should have frightened other creatures, now made Wus feel warmer than any light.

"It's my fault. I haven't had any friends for... too long."

"No, you already have."

Mo Rong smiled and patted Wu Si's shoulder, picked up the mask and stood up. His hands began to tremble involuntarily, perhaps because of excitement. Seeing this, Wu Si smiled from the bottom of his heart and held up his staff.

"I never thought that you have gathered the wisdom of other snail shamans. I am honored."

"I should be the one to say this, but..."

Mo Rong looked the mask up and down, but couldn't find a way to extract the magic from it for a long time. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Wu Si, who was standing next to him, smiled knowingly, took the mask from his hand, and winked at Mo Rong.

"Professional matters should be left to professionals, you know?"

Mo Rong was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize that Wu Si was imitating what he had said before. He lowered his head and laughed out loud.

"Wait and see."

Wuss was seen waving his staff with one hand and loosening the mask with the other, but strangely, the mask did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air instead. White particles continued to float out of its interior, and gradually condensed next to it into a shape similar to a downward-facing soul of vengeance.

Wu Si let out a long sigh and took a few steps back. His meaning was self-evident.

Mo Rong didn't say anything more and leaped towards the magic crystal floating in the air. The moment the two collided, the familiar pain and feeling of separation once again entered his mind, but this time was different from the past. Mo Rong recovered after a few breaths.

"Hey, where's the mask?"

"It has been integrated into your body along with the spell."

"Is that so? Originally, I wanted to leave Senior Wu Lie's mask to you as a keepsake. After all, I have inherited his magic..."

Seeing this, Wu Si walked up to Mo Rong and looked at him quietly.

"In my impression, Third Uncle has always been a proud shaman. His magic will never easily fall on any mediocre person. But you are different. Even different from the bug that captured Third Uncle. The magic has completely recognized you."

"As for the mask, even if it really survives, I will give it to you. Third Uncle is eager to carry forward his magic, and I will definitely not let his mask accompany me to live here forever, and let the pearl be covered in dust."

"Mo Rong, my friend..."

The soft murmur reached Mo Rong's ears. The Wu Si in front of him became sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. The voice also began to change. Faintly, he seemed to see the figure of Senior Wu Lie, but gradually the two overlapped and said the words that he had not seen for a long time.

"The power of the shaman will protect you forever."