The woman disappeared, and there are still marine structures that have been covered by salt shells in the wet flood civilization. There was a scent of smell left in the air.
This is not just a dream. This dream was too real, and I remembered every move and every word of that woman still fresh and engraved in my mind. She is the god of the wet flood, and the only mother of the wet flood, but this great god lost her power after leaving the ocean, and the only mother lost the ability to breed offspring.
I think I already know the reason why the wet flood civilization suddenly declined after it came to the land. It degenerated from a group that created a glorious undersea architectural culture to a wild and primitive beast group, that is, they lost the ability to reproduce their offspring. Inheritance is severed. The meaning of all people's existence is only to find a way to inherit the race.
The woman wants me to kill her. It is almost obvious how much her death will have on the wet flood.
Once again, I felt the wind.
The woman in the dream, I will call her the mother of the wet flood for the time being, she said to follow the direction of the wind. In the dream, she once hinted to me that the wind is her breath. You can find her by following the breath, and you can also find the exit from this place.
The wind is very strong, and I can feel the turbulence of the current, and the sound of hunting wind in a narrower place. It is as if the tide on the sea is about to rise, and the strong wind is about to set when the heavy rain is about to set.
Follow the direction of the wind, the wind comes from underground, and I have to go deeper.
I had no intention of paying attention to the huge seabed relics around me, biting the light source in my mouth, and struggling to walk through the creations of the wet floods.
Because the wind comes from the only direction, and even in that only direction, there are often erratic forks. Whenever I choose the wrong fork, the wind direction will change. The mother of the wet flood is sucked. The breath suddenly changed to exhalation, and I had to turn around.
As she said in her dream, she is the god here, the omniscient creator.
I don't know how long it took. I finally saw the mud pit I fell into. I couldn't help but feel absurd. In my perception, the place I came in should be above me. As a result, I walked down and found the exit. Perhaps the reason why a person gets lost has a lot to do with unreliable intuition and memory.
Following the direction of the wind, I moved a little further, but I heard someone talking in front of me.
The airflow suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
I saw someone in front of me walked out of the darkness with a diving light, and looked at me weirdly, "Which aspect are you? Are you left alone as a deserter?"
I saw, this yin and yang kid, isn't it just White Night? Why didn't he recognize me? Then I reacted again. I crawled all the way and waded in the mud pit for two more rounds. I was already totally unrecognizable. In this poorly lit scene, Bai Ye didn't recognize me.
I thought, Ning San and Bai Ye are together, he didn't recognize me, isn't it right
I said vaguely, "I am in the army, boss."
"A team? If everyone in a team is as greedy of life and fear of death as you, leaving teammates aside, can we achieve the great cause of longevity? Keep up." He turned and left.
I have to keep up with this drama too.
There are still a group of people waiting there. I saw that there are still a lot of acquaintances, Ning San, Chongyang, and a group of players from the second team are all there," picking up a mud monkey. "White night pointed at me," one People in the team."
The others didn't care much about me. Ning San recognized me at a glance and looked at me weirdly, "What a big mud monkey."
"No, it looks uncomfortable." Bai Ye sat down and took a breath. "Is there any news from the first team?"
"They were attacked by the mother Jiao, and the team ran away. Ning Shan didn't plan to gather the manpower anymore, and joined us directly at the deepest point."
Bai Ye tweeted, "As expected of the Ning family, so many people say that you don't care about it."
"Frozen."
"Okay, mud monkey, don't stand stupidly, follow us on the road.";
They equipped me with a pair of equipment, and I didn't wipe the mud on my face. I just wore the diving goggles to reduce my sense of existence.
Because the people of the second team are well equipped, they don't seem so embarrassed when facing the female flood, so they can suppress them with ammunition as much as they want. But despite this, the second team, including me, is now in the top ten, and the loss of personnel is also shocking.
Ning San is a leader in the team. After all, he has a map of the tomb of the woman in his mind, and I have never found a chance to communicate with him on the experience on the road, just pitifully playing a mud monkey on the side.
On the Chongyang Ninth Festival, it looked like no one was on the road. In fact, he slowed down and walked to my side unknowingly, without looking at me, and always following me a few steps behind me. This kid must have recognized me.
He didn't point out clearly, so I didn't take the initiative to stand up.
The front team suddenly stopped, and a few people surrounded it. It turned out that a layer of rock wall collapsed, blocking the way, and it may have to detour. But the strange thing is that, looking at the signs of the collapse, it is still very new, something that happened not long ago.
Just as we were about to turn around and get around this collapsed area, Ning San suddenly said, "Wait a minute, there seems to be something over there." As he directed everyone to gather the light source into a corner.
But there was an arm sticking out of it in that corner.
After approaching, it was a person. Except for one arm, half of his shoulder and head were still exposed. The rest of the body was completely buried by gravel.
We went up and looked at the man, looking at the hair, it should be a woman with a torn wetsuit on the arm, looking at the brand and we are not the same brand, I don't know if it will be from the land of wet floods.
That face had been cut into blood and blood by the gravel, and the entire face on the right was left with only a trace of skin still connected to the body, crumbling, scarlet muscles turned out, and the wound was crusted. Can't recognize who this is.
Ning San probed his breath, "I'm still alive, see if you can try to dig it, I see that she has a backpack strap on her shoulder, I dug out the backpack to see who she is."
This person will probably not be able to be saved in such an environment. Instead of digging it out for meaningless rescue and deepening his pain, it is better to figure out her identity and erect a monument.
While guarding against the collapse and expansion, he carefully dug out the sloppy backpack. The things in the backpack are common equipment. Ning San pulled out the card lining the backpack, leaned under the lamp and looked at it. He turned the card over and over again with no expression on his face, reading the card twice, silently.
"What's the matter, Xiao Ning, what is this person's name?"
Ning San gave the card to Bai Ye, squatted down and looked at the woman who was crushed under the gravel, not knowing what she was thinking.
Intuition tells me that this woman's identity is not simple, and Ning San's performance is definitely not as calm as it seems on the surface. Bai Ye looked at the card, "Who is this person, this surname is quite rare."
Ning San said, "How much medicine is left? Give it to her."
Bai Ye said, "I used it for the wounded before, and then gave them some medicine to let them return to the ground on their own, and a lot of equipment was lost. I am afraid that the person on hand will not be able to save this person."
Ning San looked at the bloody face in silence and was silent for a long while before saying, "You don't need to save your life, you just need to continue your life forcibly."
To force one's life to be continued, that's a reminder.
"Hey, take it." Bai Ye handed the card to a person next to him, squatting on the side to look through the equipment bag.
Ning San also remained silent, squatting there looking at the contents of the woman's gear bag, displaying them one by one, compressing biscuits, water, spare batteries, bandages, and hemostatic agents.
I leaned over there to look at the name on the card. The light was very dim, and I looked at it for a few moments. That is a three-character name, Chu Meichan.
A rare surname, a very feminine name, very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember who is Chu Meichan.
Chu Meichan...
Chu Meichan!
Isn't Chu Meichan the name of Sister Pao? We called her Pao Sister Pao Sister, but she didn't remember her real name for a while.
But Sister Pao, but Chu Meichan, isn't she still in the hospital tent on the ground? (End of this chapter)