The next morning, when Lake woke up, he felt better again, and the feeling of dizziness and heaviness in his head that he had imagined in his mind about practicing whipping was now almost gone. Lake estimated that in another week, the sequelae of his cultivation of the whip method would be completely removed.

Lake looked at the cot across from him, and the little piggy head had just woken up.

Lake tried to pat the piggy's head, and he could touch it.

"What are you doing with me on the head in the morning, I'm already awake, you don't need to call me!" The little piggy head shook his pig's head and said to Lake with a lazy look.

Lake smiled at the piggyhead, and took out from his waist the only weapon he had brought with him to the camp on the metal lift, a metal scalpel.

"Let's discuss one thing, little piggyhead, let me make a small cut in your arm, I want to see if you will really bleed." Lake took the scalpel and gestured in front of the piggyhead.

Frightened, the little pighead jerked back to the edge of the tent.

"If you don't try, it's going to bleed. Venerable No. 2, are you having a nightmare, wake up, why do you want to cut me with a knife, wake up, don't come here! Piggyhead looked frightened and shouted to Lake.

Lake's reaction to the piggy's head didn't look like it was pretending.

Lake thought for a moment, and finally put the scalpel back in his coat pocket.

Seeing Lake retract his scalpel, Piggyhead tried to leave the edge of the tent and cautiously returned to his bedside, but still looked at Lake warily.

"Let's go, I won't sleep tomorrow, let's go to the grove next to the metal elevator and keep guard. Your current way of existence is a bit special, if you are really my fantasy, if I continue to sleep in this tent, I don't worry about you going to guard the elevator by yourself! Lake said with a smile to the piglet.

Lake thought that once the little piggy head was because of his own spirit or some special reason, it was a creature of his own imagination, not real. In that case, the little pig's head may only exist in his own cognition and consciousness, and if the little pig's head is asked to guard the elevator, even if the elevator sends a newcomer, if he doesn't find it when he sleeps in this tent, the little pig's head won't find out even if he goes to guard it.

"Let's go to the elevator and guard? Why don't you guard it, Venerable No. 2, and I'll dig a trap at the entrance of the mobile labyrinth! The trap at the entrance of the moving maze didn't seem to be finished yesterday, so I can get more food at noon if I dig it! Piggyhead said to Lake.

"Don't go, it's not bad for that bit of food, and the trap digger isn't bad for you. Guarding the elevator with me, I feel that the elevator is about to send newcomers over, and in this day or two, I can send newcomers again! Lake said, not letting the piggy go.

Lake's concern is that if there is still a possibility of the existence of the little pig's head, it is the product of the schizophrenia of his own mind.

The little pig's head goes to move the entrance of the maze to dig a pit, but in fact, the person who goes will be himself.

At that time, I was just subconscious, and I mistakenly thought that I was guarding the metal lift, but I went to dig at the entrance of the maze myself, and it would be troublesome.

Now Lake thinks that he must recover all his memories as soon as possible, so that he can know what kind of existence the little piggy head really is.

"Okay, I'll guard the elevator with you!" The little piggy shook his pig head and said.

Lake and Pighead left the tent together and walked towards the grove next to the lift.

Coming to the hammock in the grove, both of them sat in the hammock.

The little piggyhead wanted to sleep, but Lake didn't let the little pighead sleep.

"Don't sleep, what do you sleep in the middle of the day! If you go to bed again at night, I will take advantage of your sleep to test your skin with a scalpel to see if it will bleed! Lake smiled and said to the little piggy head sitting in the hammock next to him.

After hearing this, the little pig's head trembled, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep, so he sat in the hammock and looked at the elevator in the distance with Lake.

"Venerable No. 2, in fact, his life is not bad now, only the threat of some death spiders in the moving maze. Wouldn't it be nice that we live together in this camp, eat and drink every day, and don't have too many worries! In fact, we just don't leave the center of this mobile maze and live like this forever, it's okay! Piggy said to Lake.

Lake nodded casually, not refuting Piggyhead's words.

"Do you remember anything, can you remember your previous memories?" Lake asked Piggyhead.

The little piggy head shook his pig head and looked at Lake with a blank expression, "I only have a little memory of before, I remember that I was able to eat enough at that time, the food was not bad, there was good food every day, and I still ate casually." I don't know if this memory is real! Piggyhead said to Lake with a wistful look.

Lake smiled after hearing this, estimating that the memory of the little piggy head was fake, and he was greedy for his own imagination.

Lake and Piggyhead sat in the hammock and chatted.

I waited all morning, but I didn't wait for the lift to start.

Lake was a little worried, if there was something wrong with Teressa, why didn't he come.

At noon, Lake and Piglet's Head went to the camp to get bread.

The two of them took the bread and went back to the grove next to the elevator, where they sat in the hammock and ate while waiting.

In the afternoon, the sky was getting a little darker, and dark clouds were gradually gathering in the distant sky.

"Venerable No. 2, it looks like it's going to rain, let's go back to the tent. On a rainy day, the lift should not send newcomers. Piggyhead suggested to Lake.

"Let's go, go back to the tent, come back if there's any movement here!" Lake stood up and said.

With his fiery eyes on his clairing skills, Ryker could see what was going on in the metal elevator even on the other side of the tent.

It's just that the distance is a bit far, and if the elevator sends a newcomer over, he needs to run over immediately, and he has to keep his eyes on in the tent.

But now it's going to rain, and I can't stay outside forever.

The white mice had previously told Lake that he had some water control abilities.

But Lake isn't ready to use this water control ability now!

Although water control can make the rain not pour on himself and the little pig's head, but Lake's own spirit has not fully recovered recently, releasing this water control ability, Lake is worried that it will be easy to consume the mental power that has been difficult to recover, and his head hurts again.

Lake and Piggyhead return to the tent, and Piggyhead is being dragged up by Lake as soon as he lies on his cot.

"Don't sleep, sleep at night!" Lake said to the piglet, and looked at the elevator in the distance with his fiery eyes on his clairvoyant abilities.

"It's time for me to take a nap, if I don't sleep, I'll be out of energy, and we'll have nothing to do in the tent!" Piggyhead whispered to Lake.

"We play chess, and I'll teach you backgammon. Just take a stick and draw a chessboard and pieces on the land! Lake said to Piglet.

"How boring, playing chess is not as good as sleeping!"

"If you let me try to cut a knife and bleed, and the bloodletting is successful, I'll consider letting you go to a nap!" Lake took out the scalpel and looked at the piggyhead.

"The backgammon you said sounds good, it should be interesting, I don't feel sleepy!" The little piggyhead laughed dryly, got up from the bed, and stopped sleeping.