north of the north

It was as dark as a naughty boy pouring ink, and Chang Wuyong kept thinking paranoidly that this was a bad joke.

Uta.

These two words appear repeatedly in Chang Wuyong's mind, but they can't be connected with death no matter what.

Everyone lit torches, and Uta was placed on a makeshift stretcher.

It seemed that he was only temporarily injured, as if the machete hadn't penetrated his body, as if, he had never been under any strange restraint.

Two silly girls, he said.

I will protect you, he added.

Memories became highly poisonous, causing Chang Wuyong to burst into tears. She walked in the mountains and forests, like walking on the back of memories.

Where they arrived, the lights were brightly lit.

This light came too late.

Far away, Chang Wuyou saw a person walking towards him like a shadow.

It's Mamma.

No one sent a message, or even spoke.But when Mamma saw them, it was as if she already knew something.Clutching her heart, she wandered over, walking towards the cruelty and return in her life.

She walked straight to Uta.

"Everyone else is walking, and you are the only one sleeping." Manma gently stroked Uta's face.

She then fell to the ground next to her son.

There was a rush, another rush.

Chang Wuyong wanted to yell, wanted to yell, wanted to reject this naughty joke, but was hugged in a warm embrace.

It's old Ram.

Old Ram put one arm around her and the other around Freya, protecting them like an old hen.

"Children, you are exhausted." Old Ram's voice sounded like home, "Go to sleep."

Old Ram's words seemed to have the magic power of the top roll attendant, and it was useless to be enveloped by deep sleep.

Uta just fell asleep, in her dream, she thought.

When Chang Wuyong woke up, she found that she and Freya were tightly curled up together.They embraced tightly to resist the malice of fate.

Someone is singing, the voice is broad and vigorous, like the sound of suffering.

"~You come, you die~"

"~You laugh, you cry~"

"~I will lead the way for you, my brother~"

"~There is no light in the long night, I will guide you, my brother~"

The singing pierced through her useless soul, and she seemed to see herself holding a burning lamp.She hung the lamp high above the tribe, and she knew that when Uta came back, she would follow the light to find them and find their way home.

When he woke up from the singing, Chang Wuyong felt greatly comforted.

She and Freya walked out of the wooden hut and saw a man in his 40s singing in the middle of a small square.White magic surged in the air around him, he was the roll attendant.

In front of him, lay two people neatly.

One Uta, one... Mamma.

People washed the blood on Uta's face and changed into a clean animal skin coat.He looked as if everything was normal, except that his face was too pale.

Chang Wuyou covered his mouth again.

Manma is much older than when she was in the tribe. She has gray hair, wrinkles, and loneliness.But now she was lying beside her son, looking surprisingly peaceful.

Chang Wuyong and Freya have been standing by their side.

Slowly, more and more people gathered around them, forming a dark circle.

"Let's begin to pray," said the singer.

Everyone closed their eyes, tightly held the hands of the people around them, and said in unison: "Weirdong, the king of the gods, and the lord of the creation of the world, let us obey your divine will and respect all What happened. They came into this world knowing nothing, they will leave knowing nothing, and they will give their knowledge, experience and memory. I implore you to return their pure souls to the bosom of the stars..."

They buried Uta and Manma according to Nanook customs.

Bury them together, pile them with stones, and burn everything in front of them.

Chang Wuyong saw that Mamma had very few things, only some necessities for life, Uta even more, he was wearing that tattered animal skin coat, the package he was carrying, and that damned dagger, piercing his machete.

The person who set the fire was a brown-haired, slender man.

He swiped his finger at everything and made a pattern.The magic power scrolled, and the white flames burned densely.

All items were burnt clean.

The funeral only lasted half a day, but Chang Wuyou felt that she was extremely tired, as if all her strength had been burned by the flames.

From the look in Freya's eyes, she too.Chang Wun's sadness and Freya's sadness are very close, and their sadness can be exchanged, let them carry it together.

Old Ram insisted that they eat something.

They drank some fish soup indiscriminately.

Before it was dark, they were too sleepy to keep their eyes open.

Maybe it would not be dawn after that day, Chang Wuyou thought, she and Freya hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, Old Ram, Dada, and Arslen were all looking at them worriedly.Chang Wuyong found that Uquia and Oak were also wandering outside the door.There is also a stranger in the room, this is an old man with a white beard, his hair is thin and few are left, but his eyes are very deep, reminding Chang Wuyong of the turbulent sea.

"What's wrong?" Chang Wuyong asked, she still felt sleepy, she was very tired.

Freya was still awake, rubbing her eyes in a daze.

"We don't want to have another funeral," Dada said.

"What?" Chang Wuyong felt that her head was extremely chaotic.

"Little baby, tell me exactly what happened to you." The old man spoke in a very kind voice.It is often useless to discover that he speaks Nanook.

This is?

"This is the high priest." Dada said.

"I am Laclinson Geddes," said the High Priest, holding up a ball of soft white light in his hands.

Chang Wuyong saw that white ball of light, just like seeing a vast white ocean.

She couldn't help being awed, and she pulled Freya up to introduce herself.

The high priest let them sit on the bed and said.

Recalling the experience during this period is much more difficult than Chang Wuyong imagined.

She started with being caught, and Freya listened and occasionally added something to her.

When he finished speaking and escaped from the castle, Chang Wuyong felt exhausted.

The high priest asked about his experience in the castle in detail.

Finally, he stroked his beard and said with a wry smile, "It's my fault."

Often useless and confused.

"I was the one who saved Sackling Argent," said the high priest.

Sacklyn Argent... the father of Geymarine.

The high priest told Chang Wuyong that in that year, an iceman floated by the sea.

He did everything he could to save the iceman.He said his name was Sackling Argent and he was from the Eastern Continent.

Sackling Argent stayed with the tribe for a while, and finally thanked the high priest for his hospitality.He wanted to go over the mountains and look further west.The high priest told him that they could not go further west because of the barrier of the storm.

Suckling had wanted to go north.

However, the volcano erupted.

After the volcano, Saklin and a small group of people disappeared.

After that, the High Priest never saw Suckling again.

A small group of people...

Chang Wuyong asked, "Do you know Gaillard Dowler?"

bang——

The chair overturned.

Old Ram's lips were trembling, and she could hardly control her voice. She asked, "Son, are you talking about Gaillard Dowler?"

Looking at old Ram's eyebrows, Chang Wuyong finally realized why she always thought Gaillard was very kind.His eyes and nose are very similar to old Ram.

Chang Wuyong gave Old Ram an affirmative answer.

After listening to that answer, Old Ram was like a person who has been thirsty for decades and suddenly drew clear water.