Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The wind blowing from the Blue Lake is different from the top of the mountain.

If the wind on the top of the mountain is compared to the warm and sultry drums, the wind on the lake is more like the soothing wisps of a dulcimer.

"Is this the Blue Lake?"

Kui Ruo walked slowly towards the edge of the Blue Lake. At this time, the black in his eyes was gradually replaced by the endless blue.

"...It's really..., I love it here."

After holding it back for a long time, Kui Ruo couldn't think of any words to describe this lake. From the moment it came into view, his restless heart actually calmed down in an instant.

"I found a completely different tranquility here than in the archives. Can you understand, Brother Morong?"

"...Brother Morong?"

Wow...

"what?"

Kui Ruo turned his head and looked. At this time, Mo Rong was almost leaning on the lake, holding water to clean his mask, and also poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth.

"Oh, you said Blue Lagoon, um, yes, it's quite delicious. I didn't realize it before."

Mo Rong grinned at Kui Ruo, then held up a palmful of water, gesturing for him to taste it too.

"..."

"Gulu~, ah~, so cool~"

The two of them sat by the lake and took another sip, looking relaxed and very comfortable.

"Although this place doesn't look like a canyon or green, the vegetation there exudes vitality, but the Blue Lake itself has given me a sense of endless life."

"By the way, Brother Morong, how are we going to cross the Blue Lake later? Can we take a boat?"

Quiro asked, pointing to the boat sailing on the lake not far away.

"No, no, no, I have another way to cross the lake. It's not only fast, but it doesn't use Geo."

Mo Rong waved his hand and smiled crookedly.

"Really?"

Mo Rong stood up, patted the dust on his butt, picked up Kui Ruo, and patted him too.

It feels good in hand.

"Now, just stand here and don't move. You will know later."

"Oh......"

Kui Ruo looked at Mo Rong, who had his hands around his waist, and wondered what he was doing, but at the next moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw a lot of ore produced out of thin air behind Mo Rong, shining brightly behind him.

"Brother Morong, what is this behind you!!!!"

The blue lake wind that had seemed calm to Kuiruo just now was blowing against his face all at once, almost blowing his mask away. His lips also moved with it, and what he wanted to say was interrupted by Mo Rong's sudden movement.

"...How about it! Does it feel good!"

Mo Rong hid behind Kui Ruo, looking as if his trick had succeeded, and his smile could be called perverted.

"Mo...Mo Rongda...big brother! Next time...can you tell me earlier...ah!!!"

On this day, there was an updated version of the strange things that had been circulating on the Blue Lake.

......

"Aren't the thorns irritating?"

Mo Rong patted Kui Ruo, who was stunned in place, and laughed.

"Again...again..."

Mo Rong:?

"Hey, Quiruo, are you okay? Hey!"

He felt as if he rushed too fast, and Kui Ruo's soul was still behind and couldn't catch up.

Kui Ruo's pupils slowly focused, and then he turned around and looked around, only to realize that he had reached the other side of the Blue Lake.

"Huh? Are we here?"

"Yes, the resting place is ahead."

Morong pursed his lips and walked forward first.

"oh oh."

Kui Ruo rubbed his sore cheeks, looked at Mo Rong's retreating figure, and then realized what had just happened.

"Damn it, you were so careless!"

He secretly gritted his teeth and swore that if there was a next time, he would stand on top of Mo Rong and treat him as the captain of the ship.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful. As soon as Marcos left the tribe, Mo Rong walked in from the outside.

"Brother Ji Feng!"

Seeing the lazy figure still sitting in front of the cemetery, Mo Rong said hello to him from afar.

"Ok?"

Ji Feng was taking a nap on the ground while holding his spear. His eyes gradually focused and he finally saw the person clearly.

"Brother Mo Rong! Long time no see! Come sit here."

Ji Feng greeted him and patted the open space beside him.

Kui Ruo arrived late and had an impression of this person. After all, he had met him once during the trial.

"No, I just wanted to say hello to you, brother. I still have some unfinished business."

Mo Rong smiled and rejected Ji Feng's invitation. He didn't mind either and asked curiously:

"what's up?"

After thinking for a moment, Mo Rong felt that asking Ji Feng about this matter might save a lot of effort, and then unfolded the drawings given to him by Wu Jing and placed them in front of Ji Feng.

"Brother Ji Feng, do you know where this coffin is?"

Ji Feng looked at the drawings, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Mo Rong strangely.

"Brother Morong, why do you ask this?"

In fact, he recognized it the first time he saw the drawing. Long before the resting place was assigned to them by the White King, this place was a cemetery, with many coffins piled at the bottom.

Even though the coffins might not be as wealthy as others imagined, there would still be some burial objects, so this also attracted some people with evil intentions who destroyed many coffins.

This situation once caused many people to not dare to be buried in the resting place, but other places were not suitable. Fortunately, the situation of tomb robbing improved a lot after the Moth tribe settled in, and many of the remaining coffins were also used by them. Watch them together.

The drawing in Mo Rong's hand recorded the most severely damaged coffin at that time.

But this alone could not make Ji Feng so impressed. The main reason was that when he was cleaning the coffin, he discovered that there was a large hole that went straight to the ground, which happened to be covered by the coffin.

He didn't go down to investigate at that time. It was better to do more than to do less. He just took a larger coffin board to cover it and let it go.

He originally thought that after so many years, no one would mention this matter again, but today, not only did Mo Rong know about it, but he also got a detailed drawing, which made him have to doubt it.

"This...to be honest, this blueprint was given to me by the tribe of this coffin, and they entrusted me to bury it in it, that's all."

Mo Rong placed the snail shell behind him in front of Ji Feng and said slowly.

Ji Feng saw that he didn't look like he was lying, and he also knew who Mo Rong was, and he didn't look like a scumbag, so he stood up and called for Mo Rong to follow him.

Looking at Ji Feng's back, a question suddenly popped up in Mo Rong's mind.

"Why is Marcos so hostile to him, but Thistle Wind is so calm?"

This question is not impossible to ask. He thought for a while, opened his mouth and said:

"Brother Jifeng, I went to the top of Crystal Mountain a while ago. Guess who I saw there?"

"Who? Is it possible that I know him?"

Ji Feng only thought that Mo Rong was sharing interesting stories about his journey and casually agreed.

"Well, you should know, I met Marcos."

After the words fell, Ji Feng's body paused, and his voice was a little surprised.

"You met him?"