Alan can live long and keeping her youth and longevity is not attractive to her.

What she was interested in was the power to keep climbing, as if there was no end to it.

These people remain in their state when they go down the well, which means that when they go down the well, they will maintain this state when they are young and strong and healthy.

But if he suffers from a disease when going down the well, such as a myocardial infarction, he may die suddenly in the well.

After death, the body would be swallowed by the well wall and disappeared without a trace. Alan was not like them, climbing endlessly on the ladder. She and the village stopped in place and waited for people to appear. Those people either appeared in front of them or behind them. When they met, they would always have a few words to chat.

They communicated information with each other, and they didn't know each other's "world". Ailan had the patience to waste her time and chatted when she met people. The countryside was not good. Ailan's blood could only keep him normal for a day. They stood in the well for three days and always stood on the ladder. This made the countryside uncomfortable. He was very different from us. He ate, slept, sat, walked, lie, and was indispensable.

To be unable to sleep or sit, it is the same as being punished for him.

He hoped that Ailan and those people would learn, no matter how far they went up and down, they would always choose a direction to continue walking. There would be hope for the end. How could he know if he could walk out of this well when he stayed there?

Ailan also saw that the problem in the village was not whether he could eat people, but that he was unwilling to stand on the ladder.

Ailan took out the metal string and tied the village to the ladder, so that he could sleep with peace of mind.

He was like sitting on a swing with a rope, and could sleep with his back against the well wall.

The village tried to fall asleep, but it was better not to sleep. After he fell asleep, he kept dreaming, but he was not honest in his dreams. If Alan hadn't grabbed him and woke him up, he would have almost struggled out of the weaving rope condom. There was an invisible abyss under his feet. If he fell down, he would probably have fed the well wall.

Ailan asked him what he dreamed of, and the village told her that he dreamed of a massacre and slaughter, as if it was the one his ancestors had said.

Alan thought he had dreamed of something extraordinary, but when he heard what he meant, in the present words, he thought about something on the day and dreamed about something on the night.

But the village said with certainty that no, he really saw that scene. The sky was covered with blood, the sky was red, the moon was even red, so red that it seemed to drip blood. The earth and rivers were soaked in blood, and there was blood everywhere. He even smelled the blood that soared into the sky.

He was discovered by a team of soldiers, so he turned around and ran away. They rode strange vehicles, holding weapons in their hands, and chased him behind.

His ancestors only talked about war and escape, and did not meticulously tell the descendants that the weapons and chariots used by the tribe members at that time were also told to their descendants.

The village was covered by a net. Seeing that the soldiers were about to 'shatter' him, he struggled desperately, and then woke Ailan up.

He described that the weapons used by the soldiers in the dream were only the length of the forearm, and the spurted light ball was not as big as a fist, but when it hit the person, the person hit immediately turned into pieces of flesh and blood and splashed.

He had never seen such a terrifying weapon. If it were just one person, ten people died so miserably, he would not feel cold and chill all over. After all, he had eaten people and had seen bloody scenes. But the scene in the dream scared him to his legs weak. It was countless flesh and blood that exploded. In the air and on the ground, soldiers driving strange vehicles were slaughtering, killing, and the same kind.

There were only men hiding and running around on the streets, and he did not see women, except for those women in armor.

The scene he dreamed of should be the first wave of mass murders and the second round of cleaning after the killing. Because the walls of the city streets were covered with flesh and blood, the escaped people would step on the ground and fall down.

There are flying vehicles in the air. When I patrol back and forth, I immediately shot the target and there was a banging sound from time to time. It was the sound of a crusher, the sound of crushing, meat, and light balls.

Hearing this voice means that someone has turned into meat sauce. The village has experienced fear that he has never felt before. Although others woke up, Ailan said that his mental state was very bad, as if he was crazy. He always said that his eyes were broken and everything was red, like a layer of blood mist.

Ailan felt something was strange, she wanted to dream, but she couldn't sleep...

She tried to persuade Xiang to sleep for a while, but Xiang refused to close his eyes. When he said that when he closed his eyes, there was a scene of flesh and blood flying across his face, and a frozen close-up of the crusher slamming his face.

This guy ate a lot, but he didn't have much courage. After a dream, he woke up and was afraid even Alan.

He said that Ailan was particularly similar to the lady soldier in his dream, so Ailan asked him how he looked like?

Each of my tribes is like each other, and it doesn't look like it. Ailan is thinking of a clone of her own ancestor, but she ended up saying that her "tenderness" looks like it, especially her eyes.

The two of them had fought. When they were fighting, Xiang didn't think Ailan's eyes were so terrifying. He just thought that this person was very powerful. But after seeing the eyes of the "slaughter-in-law" in his dream, he found that the two were really similar.

"What kind of eyes?" I couldn't help but be curious. I've seen Alan in every state, and I didn't think her eyes were scary.

"Maybe it's...the look that treats human life as much as grass?"

The original words of the village were that when the women soldiers killed people, their eyes did not look like they were killing people. They were just a piece of radish in front of them. After they were cut, they went back to prepare for stewing soup.

It is this kind of look that makes the country afraid, because once they are caught, it is impossible to have such emotions as "sympathy, inability, and mercy" that can influence their behavior.

That is undoubtedly fear, or despair, of death.

The country has always regarded humans as "food", so seeing human death and seeing the death of the same race and oneself is completely different.

The village firmly believed that what he dreamed of was what his ancestors had experienced, and Ailan believed it a little, but in order to deceive him, he insisted on not believing it, and used provocation to force him to fall asleep again.

Otherwise, no one in my clan would say that there is no good person, just such cruelty, it doesn’t look like a person with a conscience!

In order to "see" more details, the village risked his life to fall asleep. I admire him very much. He was able to fall asleep even though he was so nervous and scared.

But don't say that after he fell asleep for the second time, he really brought back some valuable information. Although he was afraid of the second time he fell asleep, he was not as confused as the first time. He started to wake up from the first dream. The lady soldier who had used a weapon to hit his face fell in a pool of blood, his head was cut off, and his body and head were different.

A man is calling him, telling him to run away quickly, don't stand there.

He saw the man who called him holding a long axe in his hand, and he was a man in armor.

There was also a group of people holding weapons next to this man. The village finally saw the "relatives", but he didn't know where to escape.

So he asked casually: "Where am I going?"

The man pointed in a direction and said that there was a boat there and the people were almost full. He told him to go there quickly. If he couldn't squeeze in, he would have to stay.

The town followed the direction the man pointed, and he found that there were no women on the road, at least not on the ground. He took the eaves under the roof and avoided the patrolmen in the air.

His body was already covered with flesh and blood, and it couldn't be wiped clean. This happened to be his protective color, making him almost integrated with the surrounding environment.

He was not at ease so he picked up a basket to cover himself. He found several female soldiers' bodies on the way pointed out by the man, hidden in corners of walls or hidden corners.

So the road is safe because those men have deliberately "cleaned".

The village walked forward with confidence, and sure enough, in front of the door of a building, he saw a big metal guy. He described the building as very tall and there was an open space in front of the door. The open space was particularly spacious, and the big metal guy parked on the open space.

Some people ran here from other streets. Such an obvious target could not be seen by the parade in the air.

The village was a little scared and dared not show his head out. He used a basket to cover himself, squatted on the corner of the street and looked around to see if any female soldiers discovered this place.

If he is discovered, he hides in the metal big guy, and he will not let others take it in one fell swoop?

After he looked at it for a while, a parachute flew over the head of the big guy, but it seemed as if he hadn't seen it.

At this time, the door of the big guy was already full, and it was about to be filled. I guess his mood was similar to the ones when the office workers took the subway in the morning. There were people inside and outside the door. The door was about to be closed, and he was still outside the door!

The village quickly stood up, threw away the broken basket, rolled and crawled towards the big guy's hatch door.

He didn't know the aircraft, but after listening to his description, Ailan felt that it was the aircraft, the aircraft that my tribe used.

He pushed the person blocking the door, trying hard to push the person who was still unable to enter and make some room for him.

In the dream, he was thin and his wrist was as thin as a clothes rod. After running for a while, he discovered that in the dream, he was a weak cock. He was probably not very strong, but in the face of life and death, he performed extraordinaryly and pushed the crowd of people blocking the door, pushing and pressing all of them into the door.

These people were like him, with their bodies covered in blood and flesh, and they could not see their appearance.

But their eyes were particularly consistent, terrified and unbelievable. Their eyes revealed the same inner activities. Why did such a thing happen suddenly?

The town was the last one to enter the door. Just then, the door broke out and an alarm sounded, indicating that the hatch door could not be closed.

At this moment, the village saw the group of men who saved him come back. They ran very quickly, as if something was chasing behind them.

The man in the lead shouted, close the hatch door and take off immediately.

But the cabin door cannot be closed, and the message tone is that the cabin door cannot take off if it is not closed.

The man in charge asked someone to quickly troubleshoot the problem. He brought a few people back, as if he wanted to fight the pursuers and buy time for everyone.

The village was stunned. He was born in the New World and had met his own family. Their family's life was no different from the primitive people. He couldn't even think of any city, weapons, or aircraft.

The long axe used by the man in the lead is different from the bone knife and stone hammer used by humans. It will release golden light. When swung it, it will overflow with golden light and can block the light ball emitted by the weapon of the lady soldier. The light ball will hit the long axe and will not cause any damage to the axe.

The man in the lead swung his long axe as relaxed as a small branch fork. He was tall, but he was not too strong, powerful, and not heavy. He was much taller than the village in his dream. Looking at his back, the village envied his strength.

The man with a long axe swung his weapon, like playing tennis, and broke the shattered light ball one by one.

The people around him also had their own weapons, so they found a bunker and fought against the pursuers.

"Hahahaha..." A string of laughter floated over. Just as the village was about to see who the person was, he felt a dizzy turn. He opened his eyes and saw Ailan grabbing him and shaking violently.

I asked Ailan: "Why are you shaking him? You're dreaming of a critical moment!"

Alan swallowed the last skewer of roasted garlic into her stomach, shook the tag and said, "It's impossible not to shake him, he's almost dead."

Ailan shook the countryside because he felt like he was going to 'shut down' because he was in a bad condition.

"He's breathing, how can I not call him?" Alan wiped his mouth and fed a beer with satisfaction.

"Wait, breathe? Will he gasp?"

"Ah, yes, there's a heartbeat. Now you know why I left him alone. What a rare sample, the true face of the Blood Mother, compared with him, we... don't know what it is, but it's also a monster.

It doesn't matter if you are a monster. I have experience. I have been in the tomb for thousands of years and have been used to it.

But if the village is the original blood mother, then we are fakes. Good guy, among humans, we are aliens, and among the same clan, we are still aliens?!

"That dream, I think it's not a dream. Maybe it's like what he said. He traveled back to a certain time in the past and experienced the war at that time. No matter what he wore, it must have consumed something. He almost exhausted him when he had a dream. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I shook him."

"What happened later? Did he recover?"

"You want to ask, did he dream later."

"right."

"Do you feel a little sympathetic? It's so sick."

"Who? Me? You obviously don't have sympathy."

"Okay, let's not talk about anyone. No, he never recovered and couldn't dream anymore."

"Oh, no wonder, you are afraid that he will die in a dream, so that he will not be able to bring back the message, and you will lose a sample in vain."

"What you said...I can't refute it, yes, that's what I think."

"Since you attach so much importance to this sample, why do I say he is dead? You have no strong reaction at all?"

"The tears are all flowing in my heart, not just to the point of being exposed."

"Stop talking, you won't be sad. Unfortunately, there will definitely be some. I don't see any emotional changes in you."

"I'll continue to say that he is half dead. I thought I couldn't save him anymore, and I didn't want him to die in the well. I fed the well, so I took him up and wanted to go back to the ground and save it for him."

Ailan must have something to hide from me, but if she doesn't say it, I can't be punished.

She continued to talk about it, but the content was not important. She climbed back to the ground smoothly, and didn't even say anything like the people she met said, and she was still in the well after thirty years of climbing.

She made a coffin with her badge engraved and put it in the countryside. When she was still breathless, she put it in the coffin.

She didn't want to put the coffin in the well at first because she knew that the well was eating the body.
Chapter completed!