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Chapter 446 That's the Fountain of Youth
The torrential rain in the sky gradually subsided, and the bright sunshine pierced through the dark clouds and landed in front of He Ao.

The closed gate of the camp was slowly opened, and Aini appeared in He Ao's field of vision pushing the old patriarch's wheelchair.

"dad!"

Seeing He Ao's pale cheeks, she wanted to rush over to catch her father, but was stopped by the old patriarch's hand.

He Ao carried Kaja's body on his back step by step, and slowly crossed the gate of the camp.

The little boy followed behind him.

creak-

With a crisp sound, the huge hinge dragged the gate of the camp, closing the open gate little by little.

The moment the door was finally closed, He Ao's body finally couldn't hold on, he sprained his feet and fell straight forward facing the ground.

The members of the surrounding Andavi family rushed over one after another, caught his body, and took off Kaja's body from his back. At the same time, another group of people pressed 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, Ai Ni 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 becoming blurred. He closed his eyes and contracted the last of his mind to keep his state between awake and coma.

Howo felt himself being lifted onto some stretcher and then onto some vehicle.

"Dad! It's okay, we'll go to the hospital right away."

During the whole process, Aini held her father's hand tightly, and never let go even when she got into the car.

He Ao could only squeeze his daughter's hand slightly, letting her feel his strength.

The vehicle stopped quickly while speeding all the way, and He Ao felt that he was being lifted somewhere.

"Your father is fine. He is just a little overworked. We will send him to the operating room immediately."

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 should not have gotten into the ambulance with him.

What is the vehicle used by the old patriarch? The speed is a bit fast, almost in sync with the ambulance.

Under the old patriarch's persuasion, Aini slowly let go of He Ao's hand.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao felt his stretcher being pushed into a certain area.

The surrounding air gradually cooled down.

After crossing a certain door, the surrounding space fell into complete silence.

He Ao was quietly in this silence, the surrounding air was very cold, but there was a bit of warmth in the cold air.

The warmth soaked into He Ao's body along He Ao's skin, and gradually repaired the damage caused by He Ao's excessive use of extraordinary power.

This feeling is unusually comfortable, floating as if falling into a cloud, He Ao felt the muscles all over his body slightly tense, and then slightly relaxed, and his body wanted to groan involuntarily.

But he held back the feeling and just lay peacefully on the stretcher.

There was a soft sound of the door closing, as if the person who sent him in had left.

It was so quiet all around that Ho Ao fell into a kind of half-dream sleep.

In the dream, he seemed to have fallen into some kind of warm liquid, and his body fluttered like fallen leaves along the flow of the liquid.

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After an unknown amount of time, 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 completely made of metal.

There are no windows in this space, only an open door that seems to be connected to a passage.

An old man with wrinkles and age spots on his face was driving a wheelchair across the door.

The old man looked at He Ao who had woken 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 he looked towards the very center of the metal space, where there was a silver 'metal tree' about half waist thick.

The tree was connected to the ceiling of the metal house, and some branches stretched out into the ceiling, and some branches even surpassed the overhead lights on the ceiling. There were no leaves on those branches, just a few bare and bent metal sticks.

The lower end of the tree is connected to the silver floor, and thick aerial roots protrude from the bottom of the tree, piercing into the silver metal ground.

This tree should be completely made of metal. Under the illumination of the ceiling light, it exudes a metallic luster, but its shape is so like a tree, it looks like a tree that is really trying to grow, expressing The lifelike.

If it came from a sculptor, that sculptor already has the ability to go down in history.

And in the very center of that tree, a transparent container that was half-wrapped by the tree trunk and exuded a faint milky white light was standing quietly.

This container is long, about the thickness of a fist, and about 40 centimeters long, filled with milky white liquid.

And the brilliance on the container seems to be emitted from the milky white liquid.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, looked at the old patriarch who had already driven the wheelchair to his side, and asked softly, "What is that?"

He was asking what was in the container.

"Fountain of Youth."

The old patriarch replied word by word.

"That's...the Fountain of Youth?"

Although He Ao had already expected it in his heart, he was still a little surprised in his heart.

"To be precise, it is the spring water of the Fountain of Youth."

The old patriarch sighed, he drove the wheelchair, and walked slowly to the container.

He Ao also got up from the stretcher and walked to the container.

Observing so closely, he found that the so-called fountain of youth contained in this test tube was not clear spring water, but some kind of viscous liquid.

And when he was looking at these fountains of youth, the spring water, which was originally calm, wriggled and boiled naturally.

The top of the transparent container quickly cracked a series of fine cracks, and the spring water of the eternal spring inside seemed to rush out of the container and swallow him.

Howe, however, was unmoved.

At the moment when the boiling spring water was about to break through the transparent container, all the scenes disappeared, the transparent container was still intact, and the milky white fountain of the fountain of youth inside remained calm.

"Your soul and will are strong,"

The old patriarch on the side said with emotion, "When the previous patriarch brought me over to see it, I was taken aback by it."

He Ao turned on the super memory and stared at the spring.

From Chao Yi's perspective, a little bit of thin shadow covering the spring water appeared in his field of vision.

The meaning of this shadow is very simple, it means that this spring water has a soul, even though its soul is extremely thin, it does have a soul.

In a sense, this is a living thing.

He Ao turned off the super memory, felt the thick warm breath around his body, this warm breath seemed to escape from this spring.

He Ao mobilized his consciousness again and stared at the spring.

From the perspective of divine consciousness, this spring water is a huge collection of energy, and a faint white energy is constantly spreading from this spring water.

These energies float in the surrounding air, which should be the source of those warm breaths He Ao felt.

However, these energies stopped when they reached the edge of the metal space, and were blocked by the metal walls of the building, unable to spread outward.

This whole room also looks like some kind of 'container'.

"Can you tell me about its origin?"

He Ao stared at 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, they must have prepared for some kind of 'showdown'.

It was the trust he had gained from killing Kaja and the armored squad.

"This story must start at least a thousand years ago."

The old patriarch pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

This year is the 757th year of the Federation, and even the oldest fortress city, Dawn City, has a history of just over 800 years.

Thousands of years ago, it was the age of catastrophe that was older than the original federation and the fortress city.

In that era, strange beasts were rampant and madness was everywhere, and human beings didn't even have a clear history and time record.

"About 1000 or 2000 years ago, our ancestors came to this land."

The old patriarch manipulated the wheelchair to the edge of the door and pressed a hidden button.

The entire metal space was shocked suddenly, and simple yet complex carved murals appeared on the metal walls.

Dense patterns covered the walls on all sides in an instant.

Then he slowly drove the wheelchair and stopped in front of the first mural
He Ao also followed, staring at the murals.

"At that time, 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 which seemed to represent water ripples, "then the clansmen carved what happened on the stone wall, and the clansman verbally recounted the history that had happened, and then The earliest murals have been lost during the migration. This mural was painted when the tribe first arrived in this land.

"It was originally in a cave that had collapsed, but was later expanded by the clansmen, and then relocated here."

He Ao stared at the mural, the lines of the mural did not have any sense of beauty, but it depicted one thing with the most concise lines, 'A group of people arrived at the side of a lake with lush water and grass. '

This lake seems to be unusually large, so big that its boundaries are not drawn in the picture, as if it is boundless.

"Is this a lake?"

Ho asked softly.

"It's been too long," the old patriarch shook his head, "The original history has been erased in the legends, we only know that the environment here was good at that time, and there were no powerful alien beasts, so our ancestors settled here. "

"After arriving here, our ancestors seem to have encountered a plague... or something..."

The old patriarch turned his attention to the next mural. The content of this mural is also very simple. A huge circle is drawn on the sky, which seems to represent the sun. Below are dead people, a whole row of fallen dead people .

However, He Ao's eyes were focused on the top of the mural, where the edge of a small lake was still painted. The water level of the lake was represented by densely packed dots. In the depths of the lake, the water surface was not flat, but deliberately drawn. A protruding strip shape.

"Look there, does it look like a lying down person?"

He Ao pointed to the protruding shape and asked softly.

"It's kind of like it," the old patriarch said slowly, "I also suspected that it was a person floating in the lake before, but judging from the scale, the lake in this picture is the distant view, while the shape and size of the person in the close-up view That is to say, if the person who painted the mural did not use 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 after finding that He Ao had no new problems, he looked at the third mural, "After the 'plague', the clansmen seem to have become stronger, and they continue to live nearby, but there will still be people died unexpectedly."

The content of the third mural is very simple. The location of the mural is still on the shore of the lake. A person lifted a huge stone, as if showing off his strength. Some people gathered around him to watch, and one or two people fell silently in the crowd.

And not far away, several figures whose bodies were crumpled up by the messy thread were struggling to crawl towards the lake, as if they wanted to drink water.

He Ao didn't ask a question about this mural, but looked at the next mural.

"The people of the tribe lived and thrived here. I don't know how long it has passed. Suddenly, one day, a huge earthquake occurred on the ground." The old patriarch looked at the fourth and fifth murals and said slowly, "Our ancestors escaped from the original Habitat, moved nearby."

The content of the fourth mural is a villain holding a wild animal and dancing excitedly by the lake, as if performing a ceremony, and around the villain, a cloud is painted to represent the sky, the mountains that collapsed into the lake, and split open. the earth.

The ritual of the little people seemed to be interrupted, and they had to flee in a hurry.

This seems to be depicting some kind of sacrificial ceremony. During the sacrificial ceremony, a major earthquake occurred.

Immediately after the fifth mural, there is no lake, only a piece of land full of rocks, and small people cross the land, seeming to be migrating.

He Ao's gaze moved to the sixth mural. The sixth mural is at the foot of a mountain. The little people seem to have found a place to live again and set up a camp on the flat ground.

His gaze continued to move down and stopped in front of the seventh mural.

In this mural, a small figure holding a stick looks at the rock in front of him in horror. A spring seems to flow out from the gap between the rock.

He seemed to have opened this spring by accident.

Interestingly, the spring water depicted here is not water ripples, but small circles.

"That's the Fountain of Youth."

The aged voice of the old patriarch rang in He Ao's ears.

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(End of this chapter)