Dream Guide

Petru's body was so heavy that Mrs. Larry couldn't breathe. She adjusted her breathing slightly, gently stroked Petru's back and said:

"Listen, Petru, we're running out of time. Don't move, just listen to me—

I've been dragged around by them these past few days, and I've probably figured out some of the situation. This savage tribe has a very primitive social structure. The old man is their clan leader and the wizard responsible for communicating with the gods. The scepter in his hand symbolizes the power given by the gods. Their population is sparse, so they regard sex and procreation as the most sacred things.

They grew some crops, just out back in the valley, but those crops couldn't feed their entire population, so they also went out fishing and hunting.

Every morning at dawn, they would go out hunting in a group, usually ten or twelve. There are no large animals on the island, they can only hunt some birds and rats. More people went out to fish, about half of them were men and half of them were women. Normally, they would come back at dusk, but some people caught big fish and came back at noon.

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

It is a sunny day today, but if you look at the sky, there are no stars or moon, indicating that there may be a special space structure here. I don't know much about this, I just heard Pardick talk about it.

But in the middle of the night, I could hear the sound of ocean tides in the distance, indicating that the moon's gravity can act here. Judging from the sound, the direction of the beach should be opposite the window of the room where I was imprisoned, and it was actually not far from here.

There is a big house on the right side of the yard, which is the house of their clan leader, but he only lives here at night. During the day, he usually stays on the high ground outside the main entrance of the yard, where you can see the growth of crops and people returning from hunting.

Don't go that way when you escape. The old man is a bit evil and seems to be able to control people's consciousness. I guess it has something to do with the scepter in his hand.

You can go around the left side of the courtyard, where there is an altar where they worship the gods. There may be women praying there, so be careful.

After passing through the altar, you can see a waterfall flowing upward in the distance. I suppose that may be an optical error, indicating that no matter how low the terrain is, it may be seen by the savages standing here. So, you can't go in that direction. You should walk towards the side of the waterfall, at an angle of about 60 degrees. Although I don't know what is there, it will be relatively safe. Because if the principle of the countercurrent waterfall is as I guessed, then the refraction of light will attract people's attention like a black hole, and the human eye and brain will automatically ignore things on both sides of it. "

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

Petru's tears flowed down Mrs. Larry's cheeks and wet a large piece of withered grass.

He could barely remember what happened next. His mind was filled with what Mrs. Larry had said. At the end of the bonfire party, he saw his wife being taken into the big house of the savage leader.

…

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

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

Petru tried to squirm, trying to break free. But the vines that tied him were naturally thorny, and they would get stuck if he moved even a little bit.

The vines were tied so tightly that he couldn't break free or move his legs. Fortunately, there were no pillars or anything in the room. He was just tied up and thrown in the corner.

He simply lay down and rolled his body on the ground. The thorns dug into his flesh, making him grimace in pain.

Gritting his teeth and rolling to the door, he grabbed the dagger with the hand tied behind his back and cut the vines.

There was no time to clean the thorn still stuck in the flesh, so he held the knife in his backhand and came to the house where Mrs. Larry was being held.

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

The wild man was lying on Mrs. Larry's body. Mrs. Larry's face was expressionless, and she groaned in pain. She saw Petru out of the corner of her eye. Petru raised his index finger to signal her not to make a sound, and then crept behind the savage.

It was probably the critical moment. Before the savage could figure out what was going on, the sharp blade had cut off his carotid artery and throat. Because the blade was so sharp, blood didn't spurt out from the wound until he fell to the ground.

"Come on, madam!" said Petru, kicking the body aside.

"You may be able to escape by yourself, but taking me with you will be a burden." Mrs. Larry looked very calm, "Let's go! If you kill someone, they won't let you go!"

"No, I must take you with me! Otherwise, my conscience will be condemned for the rest of my life." Petru made up his mind and helped the lady up. "I once thought that my conscience had been eaten by dogs long ago. Before last night, all I could think about was getting Lavier out of jail and shoving a grenade into the asses of the politicians who gave me a hard time. Over the years, I've been like a corpse. Mindless walking zombies, constantly killing people, constantly running away. To be honest, I have long been tired of it! It was you - you last night made me come back to life, and my blood became warm again !”

Mrs. Larry had a happy smile on her face, but her legs could not support the weight of her body. She fell down in pain as soon as she took a small step.

"Leave me alone, go away!" she said weakly.

Petru saw that the place where she had been humiliated was swollen and her thighs were covered in blood. He squatted down, took his wife's arms, put her on his back, and said firmly: "Don't worry, we can get out!"

He carried Mrs. Larry on his back, put the dagger in his mouth, and put his hands behind his back to support Mrs. Larry's thighs, not daring to spread them too far apart for fear of her pain.

The yard was quiet, and the savages were probably out working.

Petru waited at the door for a while to make sure no one saw him, and then walked out.

Mrs. Larry no longer insisted on staying, and pressed tightly on the neck of the landlord, Petlu, and said: "Go to the left... Yes, there is a fence there... Yes, just go out from here..."

The savage tribe was larger than he thought, with hundreds of houses scattered throughout the valley. Mrs. Larry estimated that their population was between four hundred and six hundred. At this moment, most of them have gone out, and less than one-third of the savages are 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, and he was carrying a person on his back. He listened to Mrs. Larry's prompts, carefully avoided possible dangerous places, and walked toward 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 randomly, but the growth is not very good. Most of them are sparse, and only a patch of plants that look like sugar cane is very lush. Next to the sugar cane field is a stone terraced platform that looks like a half-built pyramid.

Mrs. Larry said that there was an altar where savages worshiped their gods. Behind the altar is a large wasteland filled with rocks, which may be the cemetery of their generations.