It was the madman's intention to go south, and he was the first to get out of the bushes, and he went down the hill without looking back.

On the way to the next mountain, Chen Jian didn't say a word, silently thinking about how humans could win this war. Although Huang Aimian knows something about the war, he is not a witness after all, and many of the answers he gives are ambiguous, and sometimes the more he asks him, the more confused Chen Jian feels.

The Yellow Emperor is an aborigine, and his people were slaughtered by the prisoners, which is an undoubted fact, which not only led to the Yellow Emperor having no successor, but also seriously affected the relationship between the prisoners and the aborigines.

In other words, this imminent war is likely to evolve into a three-way melee between the natives, the bird country, and the prisoners. The Bird Country uses people as food, so it naturally hopes to catch as many prisoners as possible who will never die, and the aborigines are worried that the prisoners will once again commit the misdeeds of slaughtering the tribe, and they also try to get a piece of the pie in the invasion of the Bird Country. The prisoners became their common enemy, and the bird country and the natives could even join forces.

This is not Chen Jian's conjecture, and the facts are verifying it step by step.

The distribution of the aborigines is far wider than that of the prisoners, but after Chen Jian came to purgatory, he only encountered the Fengfeng clan of the Fengfeng Country—and that was what he took the initiative to find. Clearly, the indigenous peoples of other countries were deliberately hiding from the prisoners, waiting for the prisoners to fight with the birds, the snipe and the mussels, and the fishermen to profit.

The birdsong that heralded the crisis was still wafting in the distance, and there were still a few days before the Bird Country army pressed down, and Chen Jian already felt that the grass and trees were all soldiers.

“...... Hey, help, help!"

I don't know how long it took to walk, a voice broke the silence in the flames, and the boiling purgatory finally came to life.

Chen Jian followed the voice and looked over.

A man in tattered clothes was limping towards them, he had a long scar on his face, I don't know if it had not recovered or was scratched, in short, Chen Jian felt that this look was unfamiliar, a stranger.

finally saw someone make his suppressed psychology feel better, but the other party obviously brought something bad.

"Help!" the man panicked.

"What's going on? panicked. The madman looked behind the man, but saw that there was nothing chasing him, and when he saw that the man was about to plop and hide behind them, the madman swaggered and kicked sideways, and the man tripped and fell to the ground, and fell into the mud. The madman laughed wildly at this.

"Madman, be quiet. Chen Jian was displeased. Now that the crisis is lurking, why is he still playing as if he is not big or small. He squatted on the ground and pulled the man up, "What's going on?" Chen Jian felt extremely cold as he grabbed the man's arm.

How can there be such cool hands in purgatory? It's like a person who has just stepped out of an air-conditioned room into the scorching heat!

"You ......"

"He's indigenous. Huang Aimian said, "There is no help." ”

The man's eyes widened. He had met the most desperate thing - the savior he was desperate to find turned out to be a prisoner! He suddenly howled, frantically shook off Chen Jian's hand, and staggered to crawl away from the woods away from them.

Chen Jian was at a loss, he stared blankly at the man's body becoming as soft as water, his skin like dripping wax oil, slowly condensing and seeping into the earth little by little.

The madman suddenly realized something, and he opened his legs and threw himself on the man: "Great!"

With a snap, the man's whole body exploded like a bursting water balloon.

"This is ......" Chen Jian took a step back in fright and looked at the madman in disgust.

Huang Aimian kindly explained: "It is the Shuihe clan of the Shuihe Country, their bodies are like water, they are very cool to the touch, and many prisoners will catch them and use them for bathing. ”

"Bathing?" Chen Jian frowned, watching his body spread out like water turn into steam when it touched the ground.

Take a bath with people?

The madman exclaimed, "It's so cool! It's so cool, but it's a pity that the turtle doesn't have this blessing!"

It is because you treat the aborigines this way that the situation in this war is so unfavorable!

Chen Jian almost blurted out, but finally held back.

Isn't it too much of a virgin to think of yourself as this? This is purgatory, and some people seem to have said that anything can happen in purgatory...... Purgatory subverts all notions, it is a magical execution ground carefully born to destroy the hearts of prisoners, the madman has been assimilated and become a part of the execution ground, his every move no longer represents the consciousness of the self, but the punishment ground for his own Diao Na and temptation.

"Rose, why don't you try it, this guy hasn't melted yet!" the madman seemed a little careless, he picked up a part of the man's body and threw it on Chen Jian like splashing water.

"I-" No.

Before Chen Jian could say anything, a thorough coolness came from his face, as if he rushed into a 26-degree air-conditioned room on a hot summer day when even the asphalt was twisted, and no one could refuse this feeling.

Chen Jian felt his head paralyzed.

It's so cool......

He took a stiff step.

"It's too late, it's gone!" the madman seems to be a promotion uncle.

It's so cool......

This time is enough, I'll use it once, purgatory is too hot......

"Wow! His eyes are ice cubes, Huang Wai sleeps, and then!"

"Thank you. Huang Aimian stretched out his hand without hesitation.

Chen Jian felt as if the world had slowed down—he watched as the eyes as beautiful as ice cubes with despair drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed precisely on Huang Aimian's hand.

Did Huang Aimian also kill a lot of people from the Shuihe Clan?

But he has a mental disorder, I shouldn't be like him, right? Chen Jian thought wildly, his legs had unconsciously walked in front of the corpse of the Shuihe man - it was not appropriate to say that the corpse was still inappropriate, he should still be alive, his body was water, he just flowed to the ground.

Just once.

Chen Jian's soul seemed to have disappeared, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he slowly bent over.

"Stop! Who are you?!"

In an instant, a thick voice streaked across the sky.

Who am I......

Chen Jian raised his head blankly, and a shallow light appeared in his eyes again. He stopped moving, and reluctantly straightened up.

A man emerged from the woods, a second, a third...... Some of them had a meaty face, some of them were dignified, and some of them behaved extraordinarily, but they were all full of the stench and savagery of animals, and Chen Jian soon realized that these people were quite dangerous, and that they were prisoners, and they were hunting prisoners of the Water Tribe.

"That's our prey!" said one man, pointing the finger at the madman lying on the ground.

The madman got up unsatisfied, very unhappy that someone was disturbing his coolness, but he glanced at the number of people on the other side and quickly relented.

"Are you criminals?" the man at the head asked, holding a long sword in his hand, with his head held high.

In order to prevent the madman from saying something ridiculous, Chen Jian replied first: "Yes." ”

He thought to himself, "It's like you're not a prisoner."

"Yes!" said the chief, clapping his hands, putting his arm on the shoulders of a man, "our brothers have gone around many times, and we have finally met our companions!"

Chen Jian thought they would be angry, but he didn't expect to put on a hospitable posture.

Is it a fraud?

"It's fate, I recently found a good thing, why don't the three brothers act with us? The leader squinted and smiled.

Chen Jian hesitated, but the madman who heard the "good thing" immediately widened his eyes.

The Shuihe Clan is already a great thing, listening to the leader's tone, there are even more wonderful things waiting for him.

"Of course, let's go!" the madman clapped his hands.

"Crazy-" Before Chen Jian could stop him, the leader waved his hand and led everyone to turn around and walk towards the mountains and forests, "Hurry up!"

"Let's go, there is strength in numbers!"

The madman stays with the large army, even if he can't win the attack of the bird army, he can take advantage of the chaos to escape, after all, there are many people, and the probability of escape is greater.

Chen Jian asked Huang Aimian: "What do you think?"

"There is no malice. ”

"Did I ask you this...... But how do you know they don't have malicious intent? ”

"In order to adapt to society, I have put a lot of effort into observing words and feelings. ”

"Is that so? Then you say I have no ill will towards you. ”

Huang Aimian didn't expect Chen Jian to ask this.

He looked into Chen Jian's eyes and showed a puzzled expression: "I don't know." ”

"Very well, let's go. ”

A group of people snaked their way through the tangled woods.

The farther he walked into the mountains, the more Chen Jian felt that the air here was somewhat familiar.

Isn't that what it is......

Chen Jian pulled out his ivory: "Huang Aimian, madman." ”

"What's wrong?" the madman sensed the sudden change in Chen Jian's aura, and hurriedly lowered his voice and asked seriously.

"Probably...... We've found Bai Yao—"

"Hey, the new brothers, keep up!" the leader excitedly stepped into a cave, "Female prisoners are rare!"

One, two, three...... Sixteen people......

Chen Jian clenched the ivory tightly.

Can they do it? They're prisoners, and if they can't fight, they won't die.

Eight people had already entered the cave, and several others were screaming like monkeys outside, and some were beckoning Chen Jian to come to the cave entrance to admire.

"Do it!" Chen Jian felt that one of his teeth had been crushed.