Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 482 To You Thousand Years Ago
"Xia Feng, do you want to hear a story?"

Saying this sentence meant that Xiao Yunye seemed to feel a certain sense of relief.

It is self-evident whose story this is about. In fact, Xia Feng has always been curious about this story, but he had no intention of asking Xiao Yunye about it before.

At this time, Xiao Yunye was willing to say it, probably because in the relationship these days, he really regarded Xia Feng as a friend of Wangnian.

Xia Feng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then filled up the glasses of the two of them.

"Senior Xiao, I am willing to listen."

It was cold under the moon, and Xiao Yunye's story began.

some distant time.

A baby girl was born in a certain tribe in the southern continent. Her birth had already been predicted by the tribe's prophet. Of course, this baby girl was worshiped by the tribe as the saint who saved the tribe.

As time went by, the baby girl grew up day by day. Because of her status as a saint, other children in the tribe did not dare to approach her, and she was always alone.

One day, a strange boy who fell into a coma due to hunger and injury was brought back to the tribe. He came from a tribe that was destroyed far away. So far, there was a boy of the same age beside the saint, and he was the only one who was willing to approach she.

After the boy recovered from his injury, he stayed in the tribe. Because he was too young to participate in hunting and labor, he played with the saint all day long.

They looked up at the starry sky together, and played together in the stream. The boy told many stories with the saint. His former tribe was close to the sea. The sea was an existence that the saint had never heard of since she was born.

"What is the sea like?"

"The sea is a boundless lake, containing inexhaustible grains of salt. My people are raised by the sea, and we call ourselves the children of the sea."

"What's on the other side of the sea?"

"The opposite side of the sea should be the end of the world."

Longing appeared in the eyes of the saint.

"If only I could see the sea with my own eyes one day."

The boy grinned at her.

"You can definitely see it. When we grow up, I will take you to see the sea."

"But... I can't leave the tribe. I want to pray to the gods for everyone. My tribe will not leave this land, so I can't leave either."

Seeing the girl's lost look, the boy's immature eyes revealed a trace of firmness.

"My father told me that people live for freedom. The sea is boundless, and so is the human heart. You can go wherever you want as long as you want."

"But... I can't live alone without the tribe."

"I will be with you, forever."

When the boy said the word forever, he didn't really understand the meaning of forever. The so-called forever is a lonely road with no end.

In that distant era, tribes stood along rivers and lived by hunting. Because of the difference in physical characteristics, the tribes belonged to each other.

While fighting against hunger and disease, they also had to avoid a destructive natural disaster. At that time, this terrible disaster had no name.

In that era, life was fragile, and even an occasional cold could kill you.

One day, the saint fell ill.

Fever and a severe cough were her initial symptoms. After a few days, her cough was bright red.

Including the great prophet of the tribe, they were all helpless against this disease. The chief of the tribe said that it was her mission for the saint to bear the punishment from the gods for the tribe.

Her death has been acquiesced by the so-called mission.

In front of the straw mat, the boy held the hand of the saint, her face was pale, and her chapped lips moved lightly.

"I'm dying, sorry, I may not be able to go to the sea with you."

The boy held the girl's hand tightly.

"I won't let you die, I said, I will always be with you."

The girl's voice became weaker and weaker.

"why."

"because I like you."

"like."

Repeating these two words softly, a tear fell from the corner of the girl's eye, and then the tears flowed out like a fountain.

She lay on the straw mat, crying and sobbing.

"I don't want to die, I want to live."

The boy left the tribe alone. In order to find a way to save her, the boy embarked on a journey.

Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies.

One day, the boy finally returned to the tribe with a precious herb.

But the scenery in the impression has already turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The boy stood on the hillside and stared blankly at the burning tribe, his brain had lost the ability to think.

In that era, wars between tribes occurred frequently, and the defeated party would be deprived of all survival resources, including life.

The boy held the herb in his hand, and after a while, he rushed madly towards the burning tribe.

"No!"

The fire was not extinguished, which meant that the war did not take long. Combatant adults would be killed, children would run away in fear, but bedridden patients would be hard to spot.

But
If they are discovered, they will be killed [-]% together. The predators have no mercy at all. He knows very well how the boy's former tribe was wiped out.

While running, tears welled up in my eyes.

He had been away from the tribe for too long, and the saint's condition was already very serious when he left. Perhaps, she didn't survive until now, and she was gone before the flames of war burned everything.

The boy rushed to the burning house desperately, and while running, he shouted the name of the saint with a piercing heart.

"Hina!"

Under the silver moonlight, Xia Feng picked up the wine glass and drank it alone.

"The saint of the tribe is Hina herself?"

Xiao Yunye's expression was very indifferent.

"Yes, this is incredible, you can think I'm talking nonsense, or you can take this as an unrealistic story."

Xiao Yunye picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, then he poured it up again on his own.

Looking at Xiao Yunye's old face, Xia Feng certainly would not doubt the authenticity of this story, but he was a little curious about one thing.

"Master Xiao, when did the tribe in the story exist? 300 years ago?"

"No, much longer than that."

"how long?"

"It's been so long that this world has no name."

Xia Feng's hand reaching for the wine glass stopped in mid-air. It has been so long that this world has no name, that is to say, this has surpassed the historical records of the world of Terra.

It is when the embryonic form of civilization has not yet been formed.

"And what happened afterwards? Did the boy find the saint?"

"found it."

"She's not dead? Oh no, I mean, she's still alive?"

Hina will not die, because she lives in the house across the street at this moment, but the saint in the story is obviously still an ordinary person, and her chances of surviving in the face of disease and war are already very slim.

Xiao Yunye cast his eyes on the house, and the voice of vicissitudes came from his mouth.

"She is still alive, but she can no longer be called a normal life."

Xia Feng asked immediately.

"why?"

"Because she met someone in the gap between life and death."

"Who?"

"You should be familiar with this person. No matter what era he is in, he only has one name. His name is Styx."

(End of this chapter)