Dreamland Guide

Petru's body is so heavy that Mrs. Larry can't breathe. She adjusted her breathing a little, stroked Petru's back lightly and said:

"Listen, Petru, time is running out. Don't move, listen to me--

I have been dragged around by them these days, and I have probably figured out some things. This savage tribe has a very primitive social structure. The old man is their patriarch and a wizard who is responsible for communicating with the gods. The scepter in his hand symbolizes the power bestowed by the gods. Their population is sparse, so they regard **** and fertility as the most sacred things.

They plant some crops in the valley behind, but these crops cannot feed their entire population, so they also go out fishing and hunting.

Every morning at dawn, they would go out hunting in groups, usually ten or twelve. There are no large animals on the island, they can only fight some birds and rodents. More people go fishing, probably more than half of men and a small number of women. Under normal circumstances, they would come back at dusk, but some people caught big fish and came back at noon.

Therefore, the morning is the most empty time in the entire tribe. If you want to escape, you must take advantage of this opportunity.

Today is a sunny day, but if you look at the sky, there are no stars and moons, indicating that there may be a special spatial structure here. I don't quite understand this, I just heard Paldick talk about it.

But in the middle of the night, I can hear the sound of the ocean tide in the distance, indicating that the gravity of the moon can act here. Judging by the sound, the direction of the beach should be the opposite of the window of the house where I was detained, and it was not far from here.

There is a big house on the right side of the yard. It is their patriarch’s house, but he only lives here at night. During the day, he usually stays on the high ground outside the front entrance of the yard, where you can see the growth of crops and people who have returned from hunting.

Don't go from there when you run away. The old man is a bit wicked, he seems to be able to control people's consciousness, I guess it has something to do with the scepter in his hand.

You can walk around from the left side of the yard. There is an altar where they worship the gods. There may be women praying there, you have to be careful.

After passing through the altar, you can see a waterfall flowing upward in the distance. I guess that might be a visual error, which means that no matter how low the terrain is, it may be seen by the savages standing here. So, you cannot go in that direction. You should walk towards the waterfall at an angle of about sixty degrees. Although I don't know what it is, it will be relatively safer. Because if the principle of the upstream waterfall is the same as I guess, then the refraction of light will attract people's sight like a black hole, and the human eyes and brain will automatically ignore the things on both sides of it. "

When Mrs. Larry said this in one breath, she seemed to have exhausted her strength, and her voice became smaller and smaller, "Petru...Do you understand? Petrou..."

Petru's tears flowed down Mrs. Larry's cheeks, fainting a large patch of dry grass.

He hardly remembered what happened afterwards, and his mind was full of what Mrs. Larry said. At the end of the bonfire party, he saw his wife being taken into the house of the savage patriarch.

...

The voice next door was still ringing, and Petru knew that the beast guarding him was venting his animal desires on Mrs. Larry at the moment.

The military dagger was thrown on the ground at the door.

Petru tried to twist his body, trying to break free. But this kind of vine that binds him is naturally thorny, and it will be pierced by a slight movement.

The vines were tied tightly, unable to break free, and unable to move his legs apart. Fortunately, there were no pillars in the room, he was just **** and left in the corner.

He simply lay down and rolled his body on the ground. The vine thorn plunged into the flesh, making him grinning in pain.

Rolling to the door gritted his teeth, he grabbed the dagger with his hands tied behind his back and cut the vines.

Before he could clean the thorns still stuck in the flesh, he held the knife in his backhand and went to the house where Mrs. Larry was being held.

There was no one in the yard, so Petru pushed open the open door and stepped in.

The savage was lying on Mrs. Larry, like a pig eating. Mrs. Larry was expressionless, and there was a painful moan in her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Petru, and Petru pointed out her food and told her not to make a sound, and then sneaked behind the savage.

Probably at the critical moment, the savage's movements suddenly speeded up, his head was raised up and he was about to let out a happy roar, but suddenly he was covered by a big hand stretching out behind him. Before he could figure out what was going on, the sharp blade had already severed his carotid artery and throat. Because the blade was too sharp, blood gushed out from the wound until he fell to the ground.

"Come on, ma'am!" Petru said, kicking the body aside.

"You can run away alone, maybe you can succeed, it would be a burden to take me." Mrs. Larry looked very calm, "Go! You killed someone, they won't let you go again!"

"No, I must take you with me! Otherwise, my conscience will be condemned for a lifetime." Petru made up his mind and helped his wife up. "I used to think that my conscience was eaten by a dog. Before last night, the only thing I thought about was to rescue Lavier from the prison, put hand grenades into the politicians who didn’t make me feel better, and let their **** bloom. For so many years, I’ve been like one A thoughtless walking corpse, constantly killing and running away. To be honest, I’m tired of it! It’s you—you last night made me come alive again, and my blood became warm again. NS!"

There was a relieved smile on Mrs. Larry's face, but her legs couldn't support the weight of her body, and she fell down in pain after a short step.

"Leave me alone, let's go!" she said weakly.

Petru saw her lower body swelled badly and blood on her thighs. He squatted down, took his wife's arms, put her on his back, and said firmly: "Don't worry, we can get out!"

He picked up Mrs. Larry on his back, put the dagger in his mouth, and put his hands behind his back to support Mrs.'s thighs. He didn't dare to spread her legs too far for fear of her pain.

Quietly in the yard, the savages probably all went out to work.

Petru watched at the door for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to make sure no one had seen it, and then went out.

Mrs. Larry no longer insisted on staying, she tightened her neck, and said, "Go to the left... Yes, there is a fence... Yes, just get out from here..."

The savage tribe was bigger than he thought. There were hundreds of houses scattered throughout the valley. Mrs. Larry estimated that their population was between 400 and 600. At this moment, most of them have gone out. There are less than one-third of the savages left in the tribe, including many old people and children.

But Petru didn't dare to be careless, his only weapon now was a knife with a person on his back. He listened to Mrs. Larry's prompt, carefully avoiding potentially dangerous places, and walked towards the outskirts of the savage village.

One side of the village is a big river, and the other side is open flat land. Many crops are planted in a mess, but the growth is not very good, most of them are sparse, only a plant that looks like sugar cane is very luxuriant. Next to the sugarcane field is a stone-built ladder platform, which looks like a half-built pyramid.

Mrs. Larry said that there is an altar where savages pay homage to the gods. Behind the altar is a large wasteland full of **** rocks, which is probably their cemetery for generations.