Huang Aimian is a complete lunatic.

Even though Chen Jian had known about this for a long time, being suddenly killed still made him feel extremely angry.

Returning from the pitch-black abyss of death, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Huang Aimian leaning on a pile of stones beside him, holding the head of an animal in his hand. It looks like a fox, but it doesn't have any hair, and its ears are upside down. The corners of his lips were stained with blood, and his mouth was still chewing on the hard-to-eat skin.

"What a madman. Chen Jian muttered and touched his throat.

It has been restored.

He didn't even bother to use the strength to lose his temper - he wasn't an opponent anyway.

"I said, since you are protected by the Bird Country, why do you want me to take you away from those people, isn't this an extra move?"

"Don't you want to talk to me more?"

Huang Aimian put aside the animal's head, swallowed the flesh that kept biting, and continued: "We are all people who have crossed over, rare partners. ”

"Yes? I thought you wouldn't be lonely. ”

"It's hard to say. ”

Huang Aimian sometimes can't even guess about himself, he can't tell why he wants others to lead the way, maybe he does feel lonely. After all, he has been in purgatory for a long, long time.

Chen Jian stood up and patted away the stone dust on his body.

"I warn you, next time you give me a good talk, don't kill me with a knife all of a sudden. After saying this, Chen Jian himself felt a little funny.

"Okay, but I also have to warn you, don't even think about it, get out of purgatory. ”

Hearing Huang Aimian's decisive statement, Chen Jian had to temporarily take back the matter that made him blow up the black abyss, if he brought it up now, he would definitely be able to think of something.

Chen Jian decided to find a better time to induce him again.

Although Huang Aimian refused to tell Chen Jian's past life, he would not sit still.

The two had nothing to talk about along the way, so he racked his brains to remember what he looked like on Earth.

Now, he can remember a relatively complete living room.

Although the decoration of the living room is not luxurious, it is quite classy, it can be described as low-key wealth, he can't understand, his family does not have financial difficulties, on the contrary, it can be regarded as rich, why is he paranoid to put the old TV in the middle of the living room, what a bad scenery!

He couldn't remember family members and lived alone in an empty room.

However, there is a warm hotbed deep down the heart - as long as you can pass through the corridor and open the door of memory, all memories seem to return like a storm.

Just one step away, as long as there is one key piece of information......

Chen Jian thought of Huang Aimian walking behind him, expecting him to say valuable information.

He said, "I don't like to talk to you, but I'm a lot more relaxed. ”

"Why?" Huang asked him stunned.

"Because we're all time-travelers, how can we say that...... Anyway, there is a feeling of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land. ”

Chen Jian was quite depressed, and he hoped that the people who crossed over with him could be mentally normal.

He continued: "I have been learning the way the ancient people spoke, their tones, their dialects...... All sorts of nonsense, alas—by the way, why did this Huang Aimian you crossed get sent to purgatory? What did he do?"

"I don't know," Huang Waimian shrugged, "I was caught in the deep-water dungeon that they were talking about a few days after I arrived here." ”

"Oh, so we're cellmates. Chen Jian laughed self-deprecatingly.

He didn't stay in the deep-water dungeon for a few days, and he didn't know the prisoner named Huang Aimian, so he didn't know about the crimes he committed.

But Chen Jian realized something else from this simple conversation—Li Kuangshi also lost some of his memory, at least he didn't know why Huang Aimian was captured in a deep-water dungeon.

Since he was imprisoned in a deep-water dungeon, it means that Huang Aimian himself has Zeqi, and he is likely to be a martial artist. In this way, it is worth exploring, Ross and Wen Qingyun, who are suspected of crossing over, are also martial artists, could it be that all traversers will cross into the body of a martial artist, or a person with zeqi?

It is impossible to confirm this yet, but Chen Jian has seen a glimmer of hope of returning home, no matter what, for him now, any little light is precious.

"Cellmate?" Huang replied, "That's right." He was not curious about Chen Jian's experience.

The two of them talked a few words from time to time, and before they knew it, they walked into the territory that the Bird Country had invaded. It's a purgatory of purgatory, and the prisoners who haven't had time to escape are being treated the most horrificly—

The woods were full of red-eyed birds, they were circling around Chen Jian and Huang Aimian hungrily, if it weren't for Emperor Shaohao's oath to prohibit their movements, they would definitely be pecked into meat in an instant.

In a low depression away from the trail, two giant yellow-eyed birds the height of an elephant were surrounding a half-dead body, whose limbs had been pecked off and thrown far away to prevent the man from escaping. The sharp beak dotted at him, and the giant bird patiently selected and tasted the most exquisite parts, behind the giant bird were five or six green-eyed birds waiting to eat, and they stared at their superiors with wide emerald eyes, and beneath the giant bird were small red-eyed birds, which also gathered around the poor man, but instead of eating, they spat the mucus from their mouths on the gnawed holes, and hastened their recovery.

The screams made Chen Jian's senses numb, he would rather be deaf at the moment - even deaf is useless, the pleading and despair that shook his heart have penetrated his bone marrow and become an unstoppable resentment.

He walked slowly, under the gaze of red, green and yellow eyes.

There was nowhere to run.

If Huang Aimian gave up protecting him at this time, he would become an eternal delicacy for the birds, just like those people.

For a moment, Chen Jian felt that he was going to do this-

He brought me here, just as he had done before, to make a deal with the Bird Country.

Chen Jian glanced at Huang Aimian uneasily.

He didn't seem to mean it that way.

Huang Aimian was fascinated by the wounds of people being stabbed by birds, blood gurgling and tears flowing into the stream that appeared out of nowhere, and the lotus flowers still thrived for the tears.

Bai Yao once told Chen Jian that the lotus flower symbolizes spotlessness, and only tears can make the lotus bloom, and the more it blooms, the more the prisoner can realize the depth of his crimes, and then purify the filth and sin of the soul, so that the prisoner can be washed in purgatory.

Tears poured out of pain, streams of blood murmured, lotus flowers roaming the mountains vied for opening, bouquets of pink stamens spurting outwards to show salvation and purity, stretching their feminine grace into the red sky, how ironic it was in a slaughterhouse full of mourning.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Jian frowned.

"The central mountain is too far away, let's take a bird's ride. ”