Dream Guide

(This chapter is a little long, but it is indispensable and cannot be broken)

Petru was tied up and thrown into a dark room. All the clothes on his body had been stripped off, not even a pair of underwear was left for him. Some rough rope made of vines was tied to the flesh, making him very itchy.

The house is made of wood, but the soil on the ground is very hard and not moist. The gaps between the wooden piles were blocked tightly with mud and thatch, and a small window was opened in the wall. He was sitting close to the window, and he could see the open space outside the window, which looked like a yard. Although there was no yard wall, it was surrounded by high and low wooden houses.

The door of the house was open, and a savage guarding him was sitting on the ground playing with a military dagger. The dagger easily cut through a rope as thick as a thumb. The savage obviously didn't realize that the blade was so sharp. He used too much force and almost cut his face with the blade. He was startled, raised his head and glanced at Petru fiercely, and carefully blew on the blade.

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

Thinking of the old man, Petru was still frightened. He has never seen such terrifying mental power, overwhelming, and the mental pressure alone is enough to make people have the urge to fall down and kneel down.

He is still a little scared. These savages were cannibals, and he saw half-roasted and half-eaten corpses in the woods. The moment he was caught, he thought this was his fate.

Fortunately, the crow and cat blocked it for him, giving him time to throw the grenade. The power of the grenade shocked the savage, and also made the old man interested in this extremely powerful weapon, so he did not kill him immediately.

The savages shot several times while playing with guns, killing one and injuring several others. This made them fearful of guns, and they looked at Petru with even more vicious eyes.

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 those he had not taken from the ship.

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

He was secretly glad that he still had a boat, and luckily there were many heavy weapons on the boat. The old man didn't say it in his dream, but he knew he wanted the boat. If not, he would probably have become the savage's midnight snack last night.

Several savage shouts came from the window, and the door of the house across the yard opened with a creak, and two savages walked out carrying a naked woman.

They crossed the yard and entered the cabin next door to Petru.

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

The savage who was playing with a knife at the door also heard the sound, stood up and made a striding gesture towards Petru, and then smiled evilly.

After a while, the sound stopped, and the two savages came out of the cabin and crossed the yard to go elsewhere.

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

The sound came again from next door.

Petru saw the woman last night. After he was hypnotized and told how to use the weapon, the old man held a bonfire party in the yard. They probably didn't know that the bullets in guns were limited, so they used automatic rifles as fireworks to set off, making loud noises for a while, and the magazine quickly ran out.

So, Petru was pulled out by them, probably because they thought he had deceived them and wanted to cut him into pieces. In order to ensure that he would not be roasted, Petru taught them how to change the magazine.

After they replaced the magazines, they started to shoot again, and the remaining magazines were used up, which made Petru's heart ache.

At this time, they pulled the woman out and threw her on the haystack beside the fire. The old man started walking around the fire with his eyes closed, pointing his staff randomly. When he stopped, the staff was pointing at a strong savage man. As if he had received some reward, the man stood up excitedly and threw himself at the woman on the haystack.

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

However, the female savage only needs to have sex with a man once to pass the test and will return to her seat, while the female slave has been lying on the haystack without even the right to take a rest.

The old man continued to walk around the fire, and pointed the scepter out again. This time, it was aimed squarely at Petru's forehead.

The yard suddenly became silent, and even the old man himself seemed to have not expected such a coincidence, and was stunned for a moment. Everyone didn't know what to do, and they were all looking at the old man.

The old man muttered something, and a savage came over and untied the rope from Petru, pulled him to the edge of the haystack, pushed him hard, and kicked him on the butt. .

Petru didn't dare to resist, lost his center of gravity, and fell on the woman. He looked at the woman beneath him and didn't know what to do.

The woman's hair was messy, and her pale face was stained with many blades of grass. By the light of the fire, Petru could see clearly that the woman's facial features were obviously different from the appearance of these savages, and they were obviously not of the same race.

The woman was far from beautiful, and she was obviously not too young. She did not look like a young girl. But her skin was very good. Even though it was bruised and bruised, it still felt smooth to the touch, a hundred times more delicate than those rough female savages. This was probably the most attractive thing about the savages.

The yard was very quiet, and the wild people were watching them. Petru had a ray of light on his back and felt extremely uncomfortable all over. He didn't dare to get up, for fear that if he didn't follow the savage's will, he would be roasted and eaten. But he really couldn't bear to do anything to the woman under him. In fact, in this situation, he couldn't do anything because his body wouldn't react at all.

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

Petru was startled: "You...who are you? Why do you speak English?"

The woman said, "My name is Larry Yeager. I am an archaeologist. They all call me Mrs. Larry."

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

Mrs. Larry said: "Are you trying to say, how can I still survive after they have ruined me like this?"

Petrou does not deny this. He was both sympathetic and contemptuous of the woman beneath him. In his opinion, it would be better to die than to live in pain without hope. He believes that if a person is determined to die, there are always many ways. No one can stop a person who wants to die from dying, except the person himself.

Mrs. Larry said: "I also want to die in the past. It is easy to choose death, but there is no value after death. Only when you are alive can you think. Living people are more worthy of respect, aren't they?"

Petru didn't know how to judge whether his wife's words were an excuse for him to live an ignoble existence? Or do you really have the great courage to transcend life and death? But if it was her courage, where did it come from?

"I do archaeological research. In my eyes, the vicissitudes of life are just a moment in eternity." Mrs. Larry looked at the sky, where there was no starlight. "We are all grains of sand in this universe, human beings." The body is so fragile and insignificant, only the spirit is immortal! The meaning of living is to let the spirit shine with the light it deserves!"

The night was as dark as ink, and there were no stars in the sky. The firewood crackled in the fire, and the firelight made Mrs. Larry's face red.

In front of a group of savages, Petru was naked, with a woman who had been ruined beneath him, and this woman was talking about the universe in his ear like a philosophy professor who was teaching in class. Spirituality and the meaning of life.

He couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine and his hair stood on end, wondering if he was still in someone's dream.

"But Madam..." Petru didn't know what to say, "It's too painful to live like this!"

"Pain is just a neurological reaction of the brain." Mrs. Larry's lips were cracked, and the voice coming from her throat was dry, but her tone was very soft. "All great people have experienced suffering, and suffering is the cradle of human civilization. If you can If I make even 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 could Mrs. Larry make to human civilization by living like this?

"What's your name?" asked the lady.

"My name is Petru."

"How did you end up on this island?"

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

"Yes! Are you..." Mrs. Larry's eyes lit up, "Have you seen Alice? She is a beautiful girl!"

"I guess he was rescued by my companions." Petru didn't know where Alice was, but he only said this to comfort Mrs. Larry.

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

She had been tortured like this, and she was still thinking about others. 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." He looked very unconfident when he said this.

Mrs. Larry saw it and said: "Don't worry about me. If you have a chance, you have to 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 sexual intercourse tools." And live a few more days.”

The savage who had been watching them suddenly started to scream, and the quiet courtyard began to become noisy.

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

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

"This is a very primitive nation. They believe in primitive oracles. If you are clicked by the wizard's staff, it means that you have been chosen by God to do this. You must complete it, otherwise you will blaspheme their gods. They I will kill you with extremely cruel methods! Just listen—"

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

"Oh my god, can you understand them?" said Petru 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 language, such as the language of chimpanzees. Features.

After I was captured 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 also saw some characters-like symbols in the old man’s house and on the scepter. I can’t tell yet whether they are characters belonging to them, but this shows that the race on this island probably does not have a single origin. But it was branched off from other ancient civilizations. "

Petru was stunned. What a woman this is! In such a harsh living environment, they endured great physical and mental torture every day, but they were still studying the language of the savages and thinking about the origin of civilization.

He began to understand a little bit about the meaning of life that his wife said.

The savage finally couldn't wait any longer. A savage picked up a thorny vine and came over, whipped Petru's back bitterly, and screamed.

Petru resisted the heartbreaking pain in his back, frowned, and took a breath of cold air.

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

Petru closed his eyes, touched his wife's breasts that had been deformed by the savages, and lay on her body and squirmed slowly. He felt sticky in his lower body, just like the blood pouring out of his heart at this moment.

The savage's whip was still lashing, but the pain in Petru's heart was worse than the pain in his flesh.

Mrs. Larry noticed his predicament and said: "Petru, don't let them see that you are acting. They will not tolerate you pretending to flatter the gods. Come on, don't worry about my feelings. I support you." Just live on!" A bleak smile appeared on her lips, "Remember, you have to live! Only by living can you be 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?"

"Love?" Petru thought of Raviye who was in prison in Egypt. "I have one, but I haven't seen him for many years."

"what is her name?"

"Lavier! Her name is Lavier."

"She must be beautiful!"

"Yes, she is beautiful!"

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

"Lavier..."

Petru slowly closed his eyes and imagined Lavier's appearance - the soft light golden hair, the long eyelashes stretched on the blue eyes, the plump and sexy lips, the slender neck, the full and straight body. Chest, flat and smooth belly...

He saw Raviye walking from a distance. They held hands and walked through the streets of Rome, walked into the Church of Santa Maria, and held the wedding under the auspices of the priest.

They hugged each other tightly, kissed by the Tiber River, and their bodies fell into the blooming rose bushes. His back was covered with rose thorns, but the wounds were healed by the sweetness of love, and the pain was driven away by happiness.

He vented out all his longing and desires for many years after his separation from Raviye...

As soon as the stormy waves passed, the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped.

Raviye's figure gradually faded away, waving to him from the window of the Egyptian prison.

Petru opened his misty eyes and saw the slightly panting woman pressed by him - thin, pale, and withered... like a dead leaf leaving the branch, losing its nutrients and color. .

A tear overflowed from his eyes and fell on Mrs. Larry's face, like dewdrops under the starry sky, falling on a dead leaf.

Petru, the pirate king in the hearts of countless desperadoes, the unbeatable red beard, and the steely man, suddenly lost the strength to support his body at this moment, lying on Mrs. Larry's body like a child and crying.

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(PS: Forgive me for not being able to disconnect this chapter, just like I can’t interrupt a person’s spiritual spine. I wrote this in one breath and stared at the computer screen for half an hour. In the end, I deleted it. I have removed some parts that may be uncomfortable and tried to retain the positive parts as much as possible. Please forgive me for any shortcomings in writing.

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