Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Even the ferocious Warg shivered like a frightened rabbit in the face of a violent blizzard.

They desperately moved closer to each other, clustered into mountains of meat, and used the temperature of the group to resist the harsh nature.

However, among the wargs, there were also some shivering little human figures with sparse hair.

Naturally, they were the Saintess of Ancient Dream, etc., the slave laborers responsible for taking care of the wolves.

Meng Chao heard the veterans of the Big Horn Legion talk about the origin of the ancient dream saint.

Knowing that she was a slave of a certain settlement of the wolf tribe before she received the revelation of the Great Horned Mouse God, she was responsible for taking care of the most important asset of the wolf tribe—the wolf that served as a mount.

This is not an easy job.

Wargs are ferocious and rebellious by nature, and they are completely different from war horses.

Anyone other than the master, if they dare to approach, can easily become a delicious meal in their stomachs.

And Turanze, like the Monster Mountain Range, is affected by the underground spiritual veins, and it is also a place where extreme weather occurs frequently.

Once encountering extreme weather in the wilderness, if the wolf is stimulated and goes mad, it will be even more difficult for the breeder to escape, being torn into pieces, and dying without a place to bury him.

Such a shocking, narrow-death test.

It was the daily life of the ancient dream saint before she turned sixteen.

Meng Chao originally thought that the life of the teenagers in Dragon City who lived in the era of monster wars was already "precarious and miserable".

Compared with the ancient dream saint, he realized that the young people in Dragon City are like flowers in the greenhouse, and their life is so happy and stable.

Follow the river of memory of the ancient dream saint and continue to head towards the source.

Meng Chao found more pictures of the most impressive memories of Gu Mengsheng's daughter.

In one of the pictures, it seems that the ancient dream saint who is not yet ten years old, with a rope around her waist that seems to be unreliable, is carefully climbing on the cliff, a mandala tree that grows obliquely between the branches.

There is an abyss beneath her feet.

The howling wind was like the roar of a hungry dragon.

Every branch around her, including her bones and nerves, trembled amidst the roar, making crackling sounds.

In front of her was a big, round, fragrant golden fruit covered with gorgeous patterns.

Standing on tiptoe, she grasped a cluster of branches with her left hand, and stretched out her right hand as hard as she could, and she had already touched the surface of the golden fruit, with its uneven natural lines.

But this golden fruit is too big, one round bigger than her head, fully three times the size of her immature palm, it is impossible to hold it with one hand.

If she wanted to pick this golden fruit smoothly, she could only let go of her left hand and pull hard with both hands.

The degree of danger can be imagined.

"Throw it over!"

Behind her, someone shouted viciously, "Throw the golden fruit over here!"

Even in the depths of my memory, this sound is still like a poisonous blade with jagged and barbed hooks, making people faintly sick and creepy.

The ancient dream saint took a deep breath, hooked the branches with her toes lightly, slowly let go of her left hand, and stretched towards the golden fruit.

Then, with a sudden force, he successfully plucked the golden fruit from the branch.

"Aha!"

The voice behind her became more and more excited, "Good job, run over here and throw it with your best strength!"

The ancient dream saint nodded, holding the golden fruit high above her head.

Just when he was about to exert his strength, an accident happened.

Maybe she's too active.

Or on the top of the mandala tree, the delicate branches can't support the weight of her and the golden fruit for a long time.

Just hearing a "click", several branches under the feet broke.

Holding the golden fruit in both hands, the ancient dream saint had nowhere to rely, and suddenly fell down the mandala tree and fell into the abyss.

Fortunately, the slender rope around her waist saved her life.

She was suspended in mid-air, constantly rubbing and hitting on the uneven rock wall, her body was scratched and her nose was bruised and her face was swollen.

But the golden fruit fell out of his hand, fell into the abyss, and disappeared.

Meng Chao felt that the Saintess of Gumeng at this time was not at all lucky to survive the catastrophe.

The memory fragments are full of fatigue stronger than death.

On the cliff, the master has already started to curse - it's a waste that the master trusts her so much and gives her the opportunity to pick such a precious golden fruit.

However, she failed her master's trust and wasted the precious resources that the ancestors had bestowed on the Turan people. She was very likely to offend the ancestors and bring disaster to her master.

When the master dragged her up, he had to whip her hard with a blazing long whip of thorns, in order to appease the anger of the ancestors.

The ancient dream saint who is not yet ten years old is indifferent to the coming whipping.

Because, like in the near future, struggling to survive among hungry wolfs and blood-stained minions.

This is just the daily life of her and all the rat people who have been bullied and damaged for thousands of years.

At the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, no matter whether it was whipping or death, the Saintess of Gumeng didn't care about it.

Even the bloody wounds all over her body that were hit on the cliff did not occupy too much storage space in her memory database.

She just squinted her eyes and sniffed vigorously at the fingers that had just touched the golden fruit and still had a few wisps of strange fragrance.

I knew that this golden fruit would fall into the abyss.

She really should have taken a big bite and tasted the legendary golden fruit just now, to see what it tastes like.

Then there are a few memory pictures.

They are all scenes of the ancient dream saint who was displaced in Turanze, bullied and enslaved by others.

She has picked golden fruits on the cliffs.

He was also trafficked to a glorious city like Blackcorner City, becoming a garbage worm, and forced to drill into the dark and smelly underground sewage pipes to clean up the garbage continuously discharged by the clan warriors.

It was also caught by private hunters and taken to the deep mountains to serve as bait to lure the totem beasts to come out to hunt.

Before the age of ten, the ancient dream saint had already engaged in more than a dozen dangerous and heavy jobs, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and endured the pain that young people in Dragon City might not be able to endure in ten lifetimes.

The only motivation for her to continue to struggle and live in such a dark abyss where life is worse than death is probably those fragmented dreams.

In the depths of the memory database of the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams, Meng Chao found many fragmented memory images that obviously did not belong to her.

In some memory fragments, she turned into a majestic clan warrior, practicing crazily, or enjoying a sumptuous banquet.

In some memory fragments, although she is still a rat people, she still has a warm family, and she can lie in the arms of her parents and enjoy short-term comfort.

There are also some grotesque memory fragments, which don't even seem to happen in this era, but rather like fairy tales that happened in fairyland a long time ago.

Meng Chao's thoughts turned and he quickly realized.

This is indeed not the memory of the ancient dream saint herself.

It's someone else's dream.

The ancient dream saint should be born with the ability to "sneak into other people's dreams".

However, before she was ten years old, her abilities hadn't fully evolved.

It is not yet possible to implant beliefs deep in the brains of others through dreams.

Only through dreams can we spy on the lives of others.

Use the rich and colorful life of others to illuminate your own barren and painful life, and gain illusory warmth.

If this is the case, there will be a very reasonable explanation for how the ancient dream saint was chosen by the black hands behind the scenes.

It is very likely that when she was a wolf slave and took care of the wolf, she used her ability habitually and sneaked into the dream of the mastermind behind the scenes, who discovered her uniqueness.

The mastermind behind the scenes prepared her as "the spokesperson of the horned mouse god in Turanze" as if he had found a treasure.

The river of memory of the ancient dream saint is about to come to an end.

Most of the "balloon jellyfish" floating here are dull and hazy, missing a lot of details, and even distorted beyond recognition.

Here, they should all be the early memories of the ancient dream saint before she was five or six years old.

It is said that after the age of four, the memory storage area in the brain gradually develops, and people can remember a little bit of things.

But the vast majority of memories also lack sound and picture, just an elusive feeling.

Meng Chao frowned slightly.

Until now, he still has not found any important evidence that the mastermind behind the scenes manipulated the ancient dream saint.

And the early memory of the ancient dream saint lacks the value of retrieval and analysis.

He didn't know how long he would be lurking in the memory database of the Ancient Dream Saintess without being noticed by the Ancient Dream Saintess and the mastermind behind the scenes.

Can't help but feel anxious.

Suddenly, Meng Chao noticed that in the depths of the ancient dream saintess's memory, there was something flashing inside the countless dim "balloon jellyfish".