Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"He didn't do anything to you."

"Well, it's okay, but he doesn't like me very much."

Morong scratched his head, but still buried the fact that Marcos wanted to kill him.

Ji Feng saw him hesitating and already had a guess. He sighed softly and slowed down a lot.

"Don't mind it, I know he must have done something bad to you, but..."

"This can be regarded as an instinct of his. Since the King of Fighting disappeared..."

"Brother Ji Feng, don't you hate me?"

Mo Rong still told the truth, and Ji Feng shook his head after hearing this.

"I know what you want to say, and I'll tell you the truth. From the first moment we met, I have noticed the aura in you that disgusts my clan."

"But today is different from the past. The era of war has passed. You are not one of those barbaric guys whose hearts are filled with the desire to kill. There is no need for me to impose the sins they have committed on you."

"Of course, if you were like those people back then, you wouldn't be alive now."

Ji Feng explained calmly.

"That's it..."

"What do you think? Although I am old, my spear is still as sharp as when I was young."

There was a slight smile in the voice, which made the slightly embarrassing scene much easier.

Not long after, Ji Feng led the two of them to the pile of coffins below, and found a slightly worn coffin with its board lifted up. As expected, there was a large hole almost as long as a person at the bottom.

"Go, the light inside is not very good, please pay attention to yourselves."

Just as Ji Feng was about to sit down where he was, he remembered another thing and quickly grabbed Mo Rong, who had already stepped into the pit with one foot.

"By the way, if you see any long passage going up inside, don't go there unless it's the way back."

"why?"

Mo Rong nodded, but Kui Ruo had some questions.

Ji Feng pointed to a heavily guarded road not far away and said:

"Do you know where that road leads?"

Kui Ruo was a little confused, but Mo Rong understood what Ji Feng meant at this time.

"It must be the residence of Knight Zemor."

"Yes, there was a tomb robber who was cut into pieces and thrown out of it. Although I don't know how he got in, but the way he came out, I think you don't want to recreate it."

Thistlewind smiled and waved to indicate that they could go down now.

"Brother Morong, why is it so dark in here..."

Kui Ruo tugged on Mo Rong's cloak. Although he was holding a lantern, the light could only illuminate a distance of three steps. If it was further away, nothing could be seen clearly.

"Okay, you're so old and you're still afraid of the dark."

"Brother Morong..."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you stop shaking when you speak? Otherwise it will be hard for me to believe you."

"Haha, the road is a bit bumpy, the road is asking...fuck!"

Several bats flew past the two of them, startling Murong so much that he almost broke his hand and smashed the lantern.

"Where did this come from? It scared me..."

"Brother Morong, it's hard for me to walk if you hold me like this."

Kui Ruo suppressed his smile and separated Mo Rong's tightly bound hands.

"Ahem, my feet hurt when I step on something sharp. I'm sorry..."

Mo Rong walked in front silently carrying a lantern, not daring to go back and look at Kui Ruo's expression. He was so embarrassed.

After walking for a while, the two of them saw no other creatures except for the occasional bats. As for the monsters wrapped in yellow cloth in the game, they were just silent corpses scattered everywhere. .

Mo Rong installed the Flower of Ruins and soon saw several hidden areas. After cracking them open with bone nails, they finally discovered their destination.

A place full of colorful snail shells that I have never seen before.

Among the piles of snail shells, there is a distinctive coffin. The scepter carved in front declares the shaman's noble status during his lifetime.

"Senior Wu Lie, rest in peace..."

Mo Rong took off the snail shell from behind, placed it beside the coffin, and leaned down to salute.

Just as he turned to leave, the snail shell seemed to sense something and gently bumped against the coffin.

"Ding~"

A talisman fell from the coffin and rolled to Mo Rong's feet.

"This is......"

Yes, there is an artifact of the Snail Shaman tribe buried here, the Soul Eater.

It is not unreasonable to say that it is an artifact. The soul catcher that Wusi once gave to Mo Rong can only absorb a small amount of souls, but the extent of the soul eater is far beyond what it can absorb.

Now it seems more like a representation of the abyss.

"Senior Wu Lie, this must be the blessing you said the shaman gave me."

Mo Rong looked at the amulet and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

......

"All done?"

Ji Feng stood up and said to Mo Rong who crawled out of the coffin.

"Well, thank you Brother Ji Feng for your help. If there is any use for me in the future, just ask."

Mo Rong cupped his fists at Ji Feng, who just nodded and silently closed the coffin board.

"By the way, I've come here, but I haven't visited the prophet yet..."

With this thought in his mind, Mo Rong patted the dust on his body, turned around and took Kui Ruo towards the direction of the prophet's room.

"Prophet, are you there?"

Morong walked to the prophet's house and knocked on the door. A moment later, an answer came from inside.

"Please come in."

As soon as the sound reached Mo Rong's ears, he frowned. The decoration around him after opening the door was no different from the scene in his memory, but the figure on the cushion had changed.

"Are you the new prophet?"

"Yes, may I ask why this guest is here?"

"I just want to visit the prophet, but where is the last prophet?"

Mo Rong had a bad premonition in his heart at this moment.

"He wouldn't have..."

"Yes, this guest, unfortunately, the great prophet has passed away."

"this......"

At this time, he was a little stunned. Although he was not in a very strong state when he saw the prophet before, it was only a few months. He did not expect that the separation would last forever.

He actually wanted to ask about the Dream Gate when he came here, but now it seemed that he could only go through the new prophet in front of him.

"Then...can I ask you some questions?"

"Please tell me."

The next moment, a jerky spell came out of Mo Rong's mouth, the Dream Nail suddenly appeared in his hand, and the original dullness in the prophet's eyes suddenly turned into shock.

"Y-you're the waver?!"