The death of purgatory is in a sense "fake death", Chen Jian has long discovered this, every time he dies, he can vaguely feel all kinds of movements around him, and after "resurrection", he can still have some very scattered and vague memories, just like a very shallow dream.

It is precisely in this way that Bai Yao is likely to recall Huang Aimian's every move.

She ambiguously recounted to Chen Jian what had happened, and Chen Jian imitated Huang Aimian's movements, and once Bai Yao felt that the movements matched, he would move on to the next step, and learn how to make explosives in this way.

The madman did not seem to matter in this experiment, and he lay idly on the cooler rock, looking out at the distant horizon. When he first met Chen Jian, he had counted the years he had come in with his hands, but he knew very well in his heart that the days when he came to purgatory could never be counted by hand, it was not a dozen or twenty, but a hundred years, and the time spanned the wind and rain dynasties.

The thick scarlet withered grass expanded from his heel into the distance, enveloping his surroundings so tightly that he felt like he was sinking deep into the mouth of some giant creature. If he was in the human world, he would have been crawled all over his body by those noisy little insects, but purgatory doesn't have those things.

A kind of loneliness that cannot be described in words floods my heart.

Chu III had worked tirelessly to find a way to live forever during his lifetime, and now he wanted to laugh and say to him, purgatory is eternal life!

"How's it going?" Bai Yao's voice came into his ears.

The madman lay on the ground, with an unobstructed view of her body from a low vantage point, but he had long since lost his pleasure in pleasure.

Among the four of them - now there are only three of them - only Chen Jian will be shy because he accidentally sees some parts of Bai Yao, and Bai Yao, Huang Aimian, and crazy people are used to this, there is no gender distinction between them for a long time, and even the existence of individuals has become uncertain, after all, they can still be considered life with a soul that has survived for hundreds of years and may enter a situation of thousands of years in the future?

Sometimes the madman finds it amusing and respectable: there is no doubt that Ross is the only one who still retains his humanity. He admired his will, and even wanted to see him collapse with his own eyes.

Instead of mourning for this vile and gloomy thought, the madman laughed loudly, and a carp sat up straight.

"Even if you succeed in this way, you can't be sure. ”

"Why?" Bai Yao asked.

"Because there is no guano. ”

"Indeed......" Chen Jian nodded, "I just learned from his behavior, and success depends on Sui Ou." ”

"I have a solution!" the madman patted the dust off his body, "since it's all dung, what's the difference between bird droppings and human droppings?

Chen Jian frowned in disgust, he wanted to scold the madman again, but he still said calmly:

"I asked Huang Aimian, and only Ou Sui's feces can react with this stone. ”

"Really?" the madman shook his head regretfully and lay back on the ground, "then go on, I'm a little sleepy." "He's not sleepy at all, he's just looking for an excuse to be lazy and enjoy the peace. He leisurely put his hands behind his head and rested his right leg on his left leg with a peaceful expression.

In a trance, he seemed to see his former hometown.

"Well, is that so?"

"He seemed to have a mix. ”

Chen Jian and Bai Yao were still seriously discussing Huang Aimian's various actions, their voices gradually drifted away, as if it was soft hypnotic music, and the madman fell asleep unconsciously. Lately, he has been dreaming the same dream, the battle of the county water that made him famous all over the world, he led 3,000 elite soldiers to break through the city on the other side of the river despite the torrential rain and the ambush of the Qi people. The dream seemed like a warning, a prophecy.

The madman woke up from his dream, and he soon found Chen Jian and Bai Yao, who had stopped trying to catch those pebbles, perhaps succeeding, or giving up. He slowly stood up and walked towards them.

"Hey, you two, I want to say something. ”

"What?" Chen Jian turned.

He was confirming the direction of the various tribes and countries with Bai Yao, Bai Yao had been exploring the East China Sea region for several years, and was quite familiar with the customs and customs here, but now, they couldn't see anyone anymore.

"I've fallen from the foot of that mountain before," Bai Yao said with a nostalgic smile, "and it happened to be stuck on a branch, or the aborigines over there rescued me, they have monkey tails and can move on the tree, but I forget what they are called." ”

The madman listened to her curiously before he spoke, "I've had a bad feeling lately. ”

"What's wrong?" Bai Yao realized that it was a madman coming, she looked at the madman and felt that he was in a lot of normal spirits.

"I once commanded a campaign called 'The Battle of the Prefectural Water'. He made a point of saying the name of the battle in the hope that they would know, but all he got was a look of staring at each other.

The madman shook his head helplessly: "Why don't you even know this! This is the key war for the Qi State to lose." ”

"But in the end, it wasn't Qi that won. ”

Chen Jian's words caused fatal damage to the madman's heart, his eyes widened, and he said angrily, "That's the incompetence of the three worlds!" he paced impatiently, "That's it, it's all in the past, you don't know." ”

Bai Yao snickered at the madman with interest and said, "Whoever told you to talk like to beat around the bush, let's get straight to the point." ”

"Hey!," the madman sighed, "I was ambushed by the Qi people with three thousand elite soldiers, and when it was raining heavily and the whole army was destroyed, I turned the tide of the battle with my superb sorcery - I have been dreaming about it lately. ”

"Maybe you've had too much time to dream, that's why you've dreamed of those glorious years. Bai Yao guessed bitterly.

"Nonsense! When I first came to purgatory, I was more depressed than I am now, and when it came to ...... What mountains are coming from? Everywhere there are damn rhinos and crocodiles, and they have to be eaten three or four times a day. He said as he observed the expressions of his companions. He knew that he had been insane, and that he could not get their attention from the occasional serious person, and might think that he was showing off his heroic deeds.

However, when he saw Chen Jian's contemplative expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Jian suddenly asked, "Bai Yao, do you usually dream?"

"I haven't noticed, sometimes it's like a dream when I'm dead, and it's all mixed together. ”

"I ......," Chen Jian frowned, "I rarely dream." Every time I dream, I remember something important. ”

Princess Tilting Lotus, Notice ...... What Chen Jian dreamed of was nothing more than what happened in the imperial court and the lost memories of his previous life.

Ever since Huang Waimian explained his identity as a traverser, his dreams have become more frequent.

The image of the princess gradually became clear in his dreams, he could see her face clearly, hear her voice, and there were some fragments of "unknown meaning" at present—a pitch-black prison, which was different from the deep-water dungeon, a deeper prison, and the original Chen Jian seemed to be still imprisoned there; Similarly, the memory of his previous life was gradually returning, he not only remembered the layout of his home, but also remembered the essay topic when he took the college entrance examination.

"Madman, tell me in detail about the battle of the county water. Chen Jian sat down on the stone beside him.

He thought the madman would be very willing, but he showed a hesitant expression.

"Crazy?"

"It was a nightmare. ”