Dreamland Guide

(This chapter is slightly longer, but indispensable and unbreakable)

Petru was thrown into a gloomy room **** with five flowers. The clothes on his body have been stripped off, and he didn't even leave him a pant. Somehow the rough rope made of vines tied to the meat made him very itchy.

The house is made of wood, but the soil on the ground is hard and not damp. The gap between the stakes was tightly closed with mud and thatch, and a small window was opened on the wall. He is located close to the window, and you can see the open space outside the window. It looks like a courtyard. Although there is no courtyard wall, it is surrounded by high and low wooden houses.

The door of the room was open, and a savage guarding him was sitting on the ground playing with a military dagger. The dagger easily cut a thumb-thin rope, and the savage obviously didn't realize that the blade was so sharp, and the force was too strong, and the blade almost hit his face. He was taken aback, looked up at Petru viciously, and carefully blew into the blade.

Except for this knife, all of Petru's weapons were taken by the old man with the scepter.

Thinking of the old man, Petru had lingering fears. He had never seen such a terrifying mental power, overwhelming, and the mental coercion alone was enough to make people feel the urge to fall down and bow down.

He is still a little scared. These savages are cannibals. He saw in the woods a half-eaten corpse roasted by them. When he was caught, he thought his fate was nothing more than this.

Fortunately, the crow and the cat blocked him a bit and gave him time to throw the grenade. The power of the grenade shocked the savage, and the old man became interested in this powerful weapon, and did not kill him in the first place.

When the savage was playing with the gun, he went out of the fire several times, one died and several wounded. This made them fear the gun, and the look at Petru was even more vicious.

He was hypnotized by the old man last night, and he didn't even have the ability to resist. In his dream, he demonstrated the use of all weapons, including the ones he didn't take off the ship.

When he woke up, there was nothing left on him except a strong rope.

He secretly rejoiced, fortunately that he still has a boat, fortunately there are still many heavy weapons on board. The old man didn't say in his dream, but he knew he wanted that boat. If it weren't, he would have been a savage's supper last night.

A few savage shouts came from outside the window, the door of the house opposite the courtyard creaked open, and two savages walked out with a naked woman.

They crossed the yard and walked into the wooden house next door to Petru.

The sound insulation of the wooden wall is not good, and there are regular vibrations and some strange sounds from the next door, like someone is constantly hitting the wall. Then Petru heard the man's gasp and the woman's groan.

The savage playing with the knife at the door also heard the sound, stood up and made a shrugging motion towards Petru, and then smiled evilly.

After a while, the voice stopped, and the two savages came out of the wooden house and went elsewhere through the yard.

The savage at the door put down the knife, looked around for a while, glared fiercely at Petru, as if to warn something, and then walked quickly into the next room.

That kind of sound resounded next door.

Petru saw the woman last night, and after he was hypnotized to explain the use of the weapon, the old man held a bonfire party in the yard. They probably didn't know that the bullets of the gun were limited. Holding an automatic rifle when the fireworks were set off, there was a sudden burst of sound, and one of the magazines quickly disappeared.

So Petru was pulled out by them, and it seemed that it meant that he had deceived them and wanted to cut him off. In order to ensure that they would not be cooked, Petru taught them to change their magazines.

After they changed into their magazines, they started to chug again, and they dazzled the rest of the magazines, making Petru feel hurt.

At this time, the woman was pulled out by them and threw it on the haystack by the fire. The old man started walking around the fire with his eyes closed, and the scepter pointed randomly. When he stopped, the scepter was pointing at a strong savage man. The man stood up excitedly as if he had been rewarded, and rushed to the woman on the haystack.

The old man continued to walk like this, and when his scepter was pointed at someone, he walked towards the haystack. There are women among the savages. If the scepter is pointed at a certain woman, people will laugh, and the woman will stand up, walk to the haystack and lie down, waiting for the next man to come.

However, the female savage only needed to have **** with a man once and even if she passed the level, she would return to her seat, while the female slave had been lying on the haystack without the right to take a break.

The old man continued to walk around the fire, and the scepter pointed out again, this time, aiming at Petru's forehead impartially.

The yard suddenly became silent, and even the old man himself didn't seem to expect such a coincidence, so he was stunned. Everyone didn't know what to do, they were all looking at the old man.

When the old man said something, a savage came and untied Petru’s rope, pulled him to the side of the haystack, gave him a hard push, and kicked his ass. .

Petru did not dare to resist, lost his focus and fell on the woman. He looked at the woman under him, not knowing what to do for a while.

The woman's hair was messy, and her pale face was covered with many blades of grass. Through the light of the fire, Petru could see the women's facial features, which were obviously different from the looks of these savages, and they were obviously not of the same race.

The woman is too long to be beautiful, and she is obviously not young anymore, not like a young girl. But her skin was very good. Although she was caught black and purple, she still felt smooth to the touch, a hundred times more delicate than those rough female savages. This is probably the most attractive place for savages.

The yard was very quiet, and wild people were watching them. Petru Rumang was on his back, unbearably uncomfortable. He didn't dare to get up, for fear that he would be roasted and eaten if he didn't follow the savage's wishes. But he really couldn't bear to deal with the woman under him. In fact, he couldn't do anything in this situation because the body would not react at all.

"Come on, just do what you have to do, if you don't do it, they will kill you!" the woman said suddenly.

Petru was taken aback: "You...who are you? How can you speak English?"

The woman said: "My name is Larry Jaeger, an archaeologist, and they all call me Mrs. Larry."

"Oh, Mrs. Larry...you?" Petru didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Larry said, "Do you want to say that I have been ruined by them like this, how can I survive?"

Petru does not deny this. He sympathized with and despised the woman below him. In his opinion, it is better to die if you live in pain without seeing hope. He believes that if a person decides to die, there are always many ways. No one can stop a person who wants to die from dying, except that person himself.

Mrs. Larry said: "I also want to die. It is easy to choose death, but when you die, you have no value. Only when you are alive can you think. People who are alive are more respectable, don't they?"

Petru didn't know how to judge his wife's words, which was an excuse for stealing a living? Or do you really have the courage to surpass life and death? But if it is her courage, where does this courage come from?

"I am doing archaeological research. In my eyes, the vicissitudes of life are just a moment in eternity." Mrs. Larry looked at the sky, there was no starlight, "We are all sand in the universe, human beings. Her body is so fragile and small, only the spirit is immortal! The meaning of living is to let the spirit emit the light she deserves!"

The night was as dark as ink, there were no stars in the sky, and the firewood in the fire croaked, and the light of the fire blushed Mrs. Larry's face.

Under the onlookers of a group of wild men, Petru was naked, and underneath him a woman who had been ruined to a degree, and this woman was talking about the universe in his ear like a philosophy professor who was teaching in class. Spirit and the meaning of being alive.

He couldn't help feeling a chill on his back and his hair horrified, wondering if he was still in someone's dream.

"But Madam..." Petru didn't know how to use the words, "It's too painful to live like this!"

"Pain is just a neural response of the brain." Mrs. Larry's lips were cracked, and the voice in her throat was dry, but her tone was soft. "All great people have experienced suffering. Suffering is the cradle of human civilization. If you can do Even if I make a small contribution to the progress of human civilization, I am willing to sacrifice myself to suffering!"

Petru didn't know what to say, he felt like a humble bug in front of this woman. Although he didn't understand, what contribution can Mrs. Larry make to human civilization by living like this?

"What's your name?" Madam asked.

"My name is Petru."

"Why did you come to this island?"

"We are here to find..." Petru suddenly remembered something, "I see, madam, are you on the Discovery ship?"

"Yes! Are you..." Mrs. Larry's eyes lit up. "Have you seen Alice? That's a pretty girl!"

"I guess he was rescued by my companion." Petru didn't know where Alice was, only to comfort Larry.

"Oh, that's great! God bless!" Mrs. Larry looked a little excited, "Tell me, how many people did you save?"

She was tortured in this way, she was still thinking about others, and Petru really didn't know what to say.

"Maybe two or three, you have to ask my friends to know. Don't worry, they will come to save us." When he said this, he looked very unconfident.

Mrs. Larry saw it and said, "Don't worry about me. If you have the opportunity, you must find a way to escape as soon as possible. The food on the island is not abundant, all the captives will be eaten by them, and the females may be used as venting tools. And live a few more days."

The savage who had been watching them suddenly screamed, and the quiet yard began to become noisy.

"Petro—" Mrs. Larry looked at him, her eyes full of encouragement, "These savages are already impatient, you have to move, you know what they want you to do."

"But..." Of course Petru knew what the savages wanted him to do, but how did he do it?

"This is a very primitive people. They believe in primitive oracles. Your being spotted by the wizard's scepter means that you have been chosen by the gods to do this. You must do it, or you will blaspheme their gods, they Will kill you with extremely cruel means! Listen to—"

Mrs. Larry motioned to him to listen to the menacing voices of the savages, "They are discussing whether to roast you and eat them, or tie them to the fire tree and offer them to the gods."

"Oh my God, can you understand them?" Petru said in surprise.

Mrs. Larry said: "I am an archaeologist and a linguist. I am interested in the writing and language of ancient civilizations in the world, including the Sumerian civilization. I have also studied animal languages, such as those spoken by chimpanzees. Features.

After I was caught by them, they trampled and tortured my body every day, but they also exposed me to many things related to this island, including their language. I analyzed the characteristics of the language from their words, and now I can basically understand them. I have also seen some similar text symbols in the old man’s house and on the scepter. I can’t tell if they belong to their text for the time being, but it shows that the races on this island are probably not of a single origin. It diverged from other ancient civilizations. "

Petru was stunned. What kind of woman is this! In such a harsh living environment, he has to endure tremendous physical and mental devastation every day, yet he is still studying the language of savages and thinking about the origin of civilization.

He began to understand the meaning of being alive by his wife.

The savage finally couldn't wait any longer. A savage picked up a thorny vine and walked over. He bit his whip on Petru's back and yelled.

Petru Qiang held back the piercing pain from his back, frowned, and took a breath.

Mrs. Larry said: "Don't hesitate, it's okay, do as they ask!"

Petru clenched his teeth, held Mrs. Larry's deformed milk in both hands, and shook his body slowly on her body. He felt his wife's lower body sticky, like blood bursting out of his heart at this moment.

The savage's whip was still beating, but the pain in Petru's heart was more than the pain of flesh.

Mrs. Larry saw his embarrassment and said: "Petru, don't be seen by them that you are acting. They will not tolerate you pretending to be greeted by the gods. Come on, don't worry about my feelings, I will support you. Got it!" There was a bleak smile at the corner of her mouth, "Remember, you must live! Only if you are alive, you are valuable!"

The once proud and great Red Beard felt like crying at this moment: "Madam, I really can't do it!"

Mrs. Larry raised her hand and touched his cheek: "Do you have a lover?"

"Lover?" Petru thought of Lavier who was in an Egyptian prison. "There is one, but I haven't seen each other for many years."

"what is her name?"

"Lavie! Her name is Lavie."

"She must be beautiful!"

"Yes, she is beautiful!"

"Now, close your eyes and think of me as Lavie!"

"Lavie..."

Petru slowly closed his eyes, imagining what Lavier looked like—the soft pale blond hair, the long eyelashes stretched on the blue eyes, the plump and **** lips, the slender neck, plump and straight. Chest, flat and smooth belly...

He saw Lavie coming in from a distance. Arm in arm, they walked across the streets of Rome, walked into the church of Santa Maria, and held a wedding under the auspices of the priest.

They hugged each other tightly, kissed on the banks of the Tiber, and fell into the blooming rose bushes. His back was covered with rose thorns, but the wound was smoothed by the sweetness of love, and the pain was driven away by happiness.

He vented out his longings and desires for many years after he separated from Lavie...

As soon as the storm passed, the clouds disappeared and the rain rested.

Lavier's figure faded away, waving at him from the window of the Egyptian prison.

Petru opened his misty eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and saw the woman who was gasping under him-thin, pale, withered...like the fallen leaves leaving the branches, losing their nutrients, Also lost the color it once was.

A drop of tears overflowed from his eyes and fell on Mrs. Larry's face, like dewdrops under the stars, falling on a dead leaf.

The king of pirates in the hearts of countless desperados, the undead red beard, and the steel man Petru, suddenly lost the strength to support his body, and lay on Mrs. Larry like a child and started crying.

(Forgive me for not being able to break this chapter, just like not being able to interrupt a person’s spiritual backbone. I wrote here in one breath, and spent half an hour in front of the computer screen. Finally, I deleted some For the fragments that may be uncomfortable, the positive and positive parts are retained as much as possible. Please forgive me for the lack of pen strength.

I have been writing about spiritual power in this book, and I also believe that spiritual power is the support of our lives. And the people who really lead the progress of human civilization and seek light in the dark universe are not the people in power and wealth, nor the fictitious awakeners in the book, but like Mrs. Larry, who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the truth. Suffering people. They are fearless and move forward bravely, they are the starry sky above us! )