The heavy rain in the sky gradually stopped, and the bright sunshine pierced the dark clouds and fell in front of He Ao.
The closed camp door was slowly opened, and Aini appeared in He Ao's field of vision pushing the old patriarch's wheelchair.
"dad!"
She saw He Ao's somewhat pale cheeks and wanted to rush over to catch her father, but was stopped by the old patriarch's hand.
He Ao carried Kaja's body step by step and slowly crossed the gate of the camp.
The little boy followed behind him.
squeak——
With a crisp sound, the huge hinge dragged the gate of the camp, closing the open door little by little.
When the door was finally closed, He Ao's body finally couldn't hold on anymore. He stumbled in his steps and fell straight forward facing the ground.
The surrounding Andavi family members rushed over, caught his body, and removed Kaja's body from his back. At the same time, another group of people pressed down the little boy who had been following He Ao.
On the ground.
"Don't hurt him."
He Ao raised his hand with difficulty and said slowly.
"dad!"
At this time, Aini also rushed up and grabbed his blood-stained hand.
The little girl's big round eyes were filled with crystal tears.
"It's okay, it's okay," He Ao said with a difficult smile, "Don't cry, I'm just a little tired."
He Ao felt that his consciousness was gradually getting blurry. He closed his eyes and contracted the last of his mind to keep his state between wakefulness and coma.
He Ao felt like he was being carried onto a stretcher and then into a car.
"Dad! It's okay, we'll go to the hospital right away."
Throughout the whole process, Aini held her father's hand tightly and never let go even when getting into the car.
He Ao could only use a little force to squeeze his daughter's hand, letting her feel his power.
The vehicle stopped quickly while speeding along, and He Ao felt like he was being carried somewhere.
"Your father is fine. He is just a little overtired. We will send him to the operating room immediately for rescue."
The old patriarch's voice sounded in He Ao's ears, and he seemed to be advising Aini.
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He Ao could clearly feel that the old patriarch did not get into the ambulance with him.
What kind of transportation did the old patriarch use? It was a bit fast, almost in sync with the ambulance.
Under the old patriarch's advice, Aini slowly released her hold on He Ao's hand.
Immediately afterwards, He Ao felt his stretcher being pushed into a certain area.
The air around him gradually became colder.
After crossing a certain door, the surrounding space fell into complete silence.
He Ao was quietly in this silence. The air around him was very cold, but there was a little warmth in the cold air.
The warmth soaked into He Ao's body along He Ao's skin, repairing bit by bit the damage caused by He Ao's excessive use of extraordinary power.
This feeling was extremely comfortable, as if he was falling into the clouds. He Ao felt that the muscles in his whole body were slightly tense and then relaxed slightly, and his body wanted to moan involuntarily.
But he endured this feeling and just lay calmly on the stretcher.
There was a soft sound of the door closing in his ears, and it seemed that the person who sent him in had left.
It was so quiet all around, and He Ao fell into a kind of half-awake sleep.
In the dream, he seemed to have fallen into some kind of warm liquid, and his body was dancing like fallen leaves along the flow of the liquid.
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I don’t know how much time passed before the sound of the door opening sounded again.
He Ao slowly opened his eyes from his deep sleep.
The first thing he saw was the silver metal ceiling. He stood up with difficulty and looked around. It seemed to be a silver square space made entirely of metal.
There are no windows in this space, only an open door that seems to be connected to a certain passage.
An old man with wrinkles and age spots on his face was driving a wheelchair through the door.
The old man looked at He Ao who woke up, reached out and pressed the button in front of the door, and the silver metal door slowly closed.
He Ao sat up from the stretcher and looked at the center of the metal space. There was a silver 'metal tree' about half waist thick.
The top of this tree is connected to the ceiling of the metal house, and some branches extend into the ceiling. Some branches even go over the ceiling lights on the ceiling. There are no leaves on those branches, just a few bare and curved metal sticks.
The lower end of the tree is connected to the silver floor, and thick aerial roots extend from the bottom of the tree and penetrate into the silver metal ground.
This tree should be completely made of metal. Under the illumination of the overhead light, it exudes a metallic luster. However, its shape is so like a tree that it looks like a tree that is really trying to grow.
's lifelike.
If it was made by a sculptor, that sculptor has the ability to go down in history.
And in the very center of the tree, a transparent container half-wrapped by the trunk and emitting a faint milky white light stood quietly.
This container is long in shape, about a fist thick and about forty centimeters long, and is filled with milky white liquid.
The light on the container seems to be emanating from the milky white liquid.
He Ao withdrew his gaze, looked at the old patriarch who had already walked to him in a wheelchair, and asked softly, "What is that?"
He was asking what was in that container.
"Fountain of Youth."
The old patriarch answered word for word.
"That's...the Fountain of Youth?"
Although He Ao had already expected it, he was still a little surprised.
"To be precise, it's the water from the Fountain of Youth."
The old patriarch sighed, and he drove his wheelchair and slowly walked to the container.
He Ao also sat up from the stretcher and walked to the container.
Under such close observation, he discovered that the so-called spring water in the test tube was not clear spring water, but some kind of viscous liquid.
And when he was looking at these fountains of youth, the originally calm spring water began to naturally squirm and boil.
Fine cracks quickly opened on the transparent container, and the water from the Fountain of Youth inside seemed to rush out of the container and engulf him.
However, He Ao remained unmoved.
At the moment when the boiling spring water is about to break through the transparent container, all the scenes disappear. The transparent container is still intact, and the milky white spring water of the Fountain of Youth inside remains calm.
"Your soul and will are strong,"
The old patriarch on the side sighed with emotion, "When the last patriarch brought me over to see it, I was shocked by it."
He Ao opened his super memory and stared at the spring water.
From Super Memory's perspective, a thin shadow covering the spring appeared in his field of vision.
The meaning of this shadow is very simple. It means that this spring water has a soul. Even if its soul is extremely thin, it does have a soul.
In a sense, this is a living thing.
He Ao turned off his super memory and felt the thick warm breath around his body. This warm breath seemed to be escaping from the spring water.
He Ao mobilized his consciousness again and stared at the spring water.
Under the vision of spiritual consciousness, this spring is a huge energy collection, and a faint white energy is constantly spreading from this spring.
This energy floats in the surrounding air, which should be the source of the warm atmosphere that He Ao feels.
However, this energy stopped when it reached the edge of the metal space. It was blocked by the metal walls of the building and could not spread outward.
This whole house looks like a kind of 'container'.
"Can you tell me its origin?"
He Ao looked at the water of the Fountain of Youth in front of him and asked slowly.
He knew very well that the other party could not bring him to see such an important thing for no reason.
Since the other party brought him here, he must have been prepared for some kind of 'showdown'.
This was the trust he gained from killing Kaja and the armored team.
"This story begins at least a thousand years ago."
The old patriarch pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke.
This year is Federation Year 757, and even the oldest fortress city, Chenxi City, only has a history of more than 800 years.
Thousands of years ago, it was the era of the great cataclysm that was older than the original federation and the fortress city.
In that era, strange beasts were rampant and madness was everywhere, and humans did not even have clear records of history and time.
"About a thousand or two thousand years ago, our ancestors came to this land."
The old patriarch maneuvered his wheelchair to the edge of the door and pressed a hidden button.
The entire metal space suddenly shook, and simple yet complex carved murals appeared on the metal walls.
Dense lines covered all four walls in an instant.
Then he slowly drove his wheelchair and stopped in front of the first mural
He Ao also followed over and stared at the murals.
"In that era, we couldn't record history for a long time, and our ancestors didn't even know whether the family could survive for a long time,"
The old patriarch pointed to the first mural. Most of the murals seemed to represent ripples of water. "So the tribesmen carved what happened on the stone wall, and the tribesmen orally relayed the history of what had happened.
The earliest murals have been lost during migration. This mural was painted when the tribesmen first arrived in this land.
"It was originally in a cave that had collapsed. Later, it was dug out by the tribe and moved here."
He Ao stared at the mural. The lines of the mural didn't have any sense of beauty, but it used the simplest lines to describe one thing, 'A group of people arrived at a lake with lush water and grass.'
This lake seems to be extremely large, so big that its boundaries are not drawn in the picture, as if it is boundless.
"This turned out to be a lake?"
He Ao asked softly.
"It's been too long," the old patriarch shook his head, "The original history has been erased in the legend. We only know that the environment here was very good at that time, and there were no powerful strange beasts, so our ancestors settled here.
"
"After arriving here, our ancestors seemed to have encountered a plague...or something else..."
The old patriarch turned his attention to the next mural. The content of this mural was also very simple. A huge circle was drawn on the sky, which seemed to represent the sun. Below were the dead people, rows and rows of fallen dead people.
.
And He Ao's eyes focused on the top of the mural, where the edge of a small lake was still painted. The horizontal plane of the lake was represented by dense dots. However, in the depths of the lake, the water surface was not flat, but specially painted.
A long protruding shape.
"Look there, does it look like a person lying down?"
He Ao pointed to the protruding shape and asked softly.
"It's a bit like it," the old patriarch said slowly, "I have also suspected that it was a person floating in the lake, but from the perspective of proportion, the lake in this picture is a distant view, and the shape and size of the person-like person are the same as those in the close-up view.
That is to say, if the person who painted the mural had not used exaggeration, the 'person' would actually be taller than the mountain."
He took a hard breath, "It's a pity that the original history has been lost, and we don't know what it is."
He glanced at He Ao and found that He Ao had no new problems, then looked at the third mural, "After that 'plague', the tribesmen seemed to have become stronger. They continued to live nearby, but there would still be people
An unexpected death.”
The content of the third mural is very simple. The location of the mural is still along the lake. A man lifted a huge stone as if to show off his strength. Some people gathered around him to watch, and one or two people fell silently.
in the crowd.
Not far away, several figures whose bodies were balled up by messy threads were crawling toward the lake with difficulty, as if they wanted to drink water.
He Ao did not ask questions about this mural, but looked at the next mural.
"The tribe thrives here. I don't know how long it has passed, but suddenly one day, a huge earthquake occurred on the ground," the old patriarch said slowly while looking at the fourth and fifth murals, "Our ancestors escaped from their original
The habitat has moved nearby."
The content of the fourth mural is a little man holding a beast and dancing excitedly by the lake, as if performing a ceremony. Around the little man, the sky is painted into a group of dark clouds, and the mountains collapse into the lake and crack.
of land.
The little people's ritual seemed to be interrupted and they had to flee in a hurry.
This seems to be depicting a scene of some kind of sacrifice. During the sacrifice process, a big earthquake occurred.
Immediately afterwards, there was no lake in the fifth mural, only a land full of rocks, with little people crossing the land, seemingly migrating.
He Ao's eyes moved to the sixth mural. The sixth mural was at the foot of a mountain. The little people seemed to have found a place to live again and built a camp on the flat ground.
His eyes continued to move downward, stopping in front of the seventh mural.
In this mural, there is a little man holding a stick looking at the rocks in front of him in horror. From the cracks in the rocks, a spring seems to be flowing out.
He seemed to have opened this spring due to some accident.
Interestingly, the spring water depicted here is not a ripple of water, but small circles.
"That's the Fountain of Youth."
The aged voice of the old patriarch rang in He Ao's ears.
