When the two woke up from their coma, Chen Jian had already sorted out his emotions and sat beside them without saying a word.

At the insistence of the madman, he drew the lotus flower with a branch on the ground, and in this way, for the first time he found that he seemed to have some talent for painting.

The madman was satisfied with this, but he did not notice any difference between the lotus flower here and the one in the dream.

"I'll talk about it next time I dream. Chen Jian's gaze dodged, but he quickly regained his former calm, he calmly looked away, as if he was thinking about something, but in fact, his brain was blank.

The madman muttered that he wouldn't forget about it, and he subconsciously replied, "Of course not." ”

Is it wrong, why are those lotus flowers exactly the same as those in the dream...... Rationally speaking, he would not think that the lotus flowers in the two places are "exactly the same", because he has never carefully observed the lotus flowers in his dreams, in which he seems to have entered a game of first-person perspective, his eyes are always focused on the blurred figure of Princess Tilting Lotus, and the scenery on the side seems to be out of focus, covering a layer of hazy shadows.

But at the moment of looking at the lotus flower, the brain immediately exclaimed the signal of "exactly the same".

What does this mean...... Is the princess really somehow connected to purgatory?

A little closer observation reveals that the lotus flower in purgatory does not look like something that can exist in reality—it has thirteen identical petals that look like a replica, and the base is even more rounded, usually slightly deformed by the influence of the stream and wind, which conceals this unnatural phenomenon.

In the dream, the lotus flowers lie silently on the endless water forever, like some kind of symbolic sculpture, perfectly shaped, well-organized, and identical.

Chen Jian felt her heart twitch.

He wanted to open his mouth to tell them about it, but there was another voice in his heart—

Don't make assumptions until you've confirmed it.

This is self-deception.

The lotus flower of Purgatory and the lotus flower that accompanied the princess are the same kind of lotus, which is a fact that does not change no matter how many dreams you have.

But he didn't understand...... Why, whenever he made up his mind to speak, his heart always sank in anticipation, and an indescribable vague premonition warned him that he should not tell anyone about it.

He seems to have a reason that must not be said.

To whose detriment will it be to tell the truth? himself, or the princess herself?

In any case, the image of the princess suddenly plummeted. He felt that the woman bathed in the light was especially sinister and vicious.

Gradually, the topic of the madman moved away from Lotus and moved on to other trivial matters.

Bai Yao looked at them, you talked for a long time before speaking.

"Where did you see these lotus flowers coming from?"

She pointed to the dried-up stream in front of her, and the crisp and pleasant sound of water in the distant jungle, but it would die out at any moment.

Hearing this question, Chen Jian breathed a sigh of relief. From just now, he had always felt that Bai Yao's gaze was full of suspicion in his gaze, and she seemed to see him fall to the ground in embarrassment.

But now it seems to be too much-hearted.

He shook his head, and by the way, shook off the uneasiness in his mind: "I didn't see it, it suddenly flowed out." ”

"Let's go, find the source. Bai Yao stepped into the forest first.

The three of them walked slowly along the sides of the stream.

The stream is very narrow, about the width of three palms, so it can be walked very compactly, as if there is no obstacle in the middle.

It didn't take long to reach the end of the stream. It is not appropriate to say the end, because this is not the source, but the tail of the stream.

"Like a snake. ”

It was hard for Chen Jian not to agree with Bai Yao's emotion.

He looked up and watched the lingering stream flow from his toes, some of which carried the budding lotus flowers on its way, and the other part seeped into the earth and quickly evaporated by the heat of the earth.

"We should follow, right?" the madman suggested.

"That's right. Bai Yao resolutely returned the same way.

Chen Jian suddenly felt like walking a dog, and they were leading a wild and aimless dog around. The stream didn't realize that it was being followed, and it couldn't have had it, and it still crawled gently to the east.

From west to east...... Is it because of the revolution? He thought wildly, and a thought that had been buried deep in his heart because of Huang's death suddenly rekindled.

He remembered what he had said to the tortoise—

Purgatory is round.

"Bai Yao!" he said, "Do you know the exact location of the black abyss?"

"But what are you going to do? ”

"We certainly have a chance. ”

"What?" Bai Yao thought his head was broken, "I told you, the black abyss is in the north, and the bird country is also in the north, what chance do you have?"

"You don't know about that yet," Chen Jian smiled, "Crazy, tell her." ”

"What are you talking about?" the madman looked puzzled.

Chen Jian sighed: "Purgatory is round. ”

The madman understood what Chen Jian meant, and Bai Yao obviously couldn't understand what kind of truth this sentence contained. She blinked, inexplicably looking at the suddenly excited madman, not understanding what these two guys had been through before.

"What is round?" Bai Yao twisted his slender fingers around his chest a few times.

According to the understanding of her time, Chen Jian's so-called "purgatory is round" only means that the terrain is round. She easily accepted this statement, because after all these years of being a traveler, she had long known that purgatory was a circle of sea wrapped around a mountain, and a circle of mountains wrapped around a circle of sea, and so on and so forth.

She also had a vague feeling that Purgatory was a circular place, and that the central mountain might really be in the "center".

"I also think it's round. ”

"Really?!"

Chen Jian looked at Bai Yao in astonishment.

The ancients who could not imagine such a thing were comparable to the greatness of Pythagoras.

After a short conversation, Chen Jian realized that the "circle" in her perception was very different from her own statement...... He realized that his language was inaccurate and corrected it.

"I mean, Purgatory is actually a round ball, and we're all standing on it. ”

"What do you mean?" Bai Yao looked at Chen Jian blankly, understanding that he was not joking, but what he suddenly said was a little strange.

"Let me explain!" the madman had long accepted this bizarre idea, waving his arms and drawing circles in the air.

"In short, we are standing on a ball suspended in the air, and it is the forces of Purgatory that lock us to the ground!"

Chen Jian wanted to complain that the "power of purgatory" was gravity.

But he just nodded and said to Bai Yao in a matter-of-fact manner: "That's it." ”

"What a mess, how do you prove it?"

He was confident and pointed in the direction of the central mountain: "Look at the central mountain." ”

Bai Yao looked.

"Why is there only mountains left?"

"Because—"

Bai Yao wanted to say that they were standing on a high place, but after thinking about it, maybe they were standing on a low place, but he could think about it carefully: now he could only see the peak of the central mountain, but the lower mountain in the south seemed tall......

She finally realized that they were at least in an arc.

"What's going on? Is it Yamachi?"

"It's not. Chen Jian only knew that the phenomenon of mirage was related to heat, and he couldn't explain it clearly, let alone explain it, "Because purgatory is a ball." ”

Bai Yao didn't want to use his brains anymore. She couldn't accept such a ridiculous statement, and would rather hear him say that they were on an arc than a ball—which was far beyond her cognitive abilities, as if a three-dimensional creature had glimpsed into a four-dimensional space. She felt like she was caught in a mirage of visual deception.

"The water is finished!"

The madman didn't realize that Bai Yao was being ravaged by the storm of thoughts, and he had always had a clear brain circuit, and he didn't take this truth of breaking through the concept of the times to heart at all, and only insisted that this was a rule unique to purgatory - in fact, he only needed a little deduction to realize that it was even the same in the world.

But he didn't, perhaps deliberately to avoid the subversive rhetoric.

He watched with relish as the water gradually seeped into the soil.

Without the water to drive and nourish them, the stagnant lotus flowers quickly withered, wilted, and curled up into tiny reddish-brown seeds, which in the blink of an eye were hidden in clods.

"Think about it," Chen Jian patted Bai Yao's shoulder, then squatted to the side where the lotus flower disappeared, and suddenly said, "It turns out that there are lotus flowers everywhere." ”

"Why didn't it stop before it flowed into the river?"

The madman heard the sound of the river even thicker, and looked up, and not far away was the rushing river, which was full of enchanting lotus flowers.

"Maybe the tears are not enough," Chen Jian smiled, "Your confession is not pious enough. ”

"Nonsense. The madman glared at him.

"Rose. ”

"Figured it out?" Chen Jian looked back at Bai Yao.

Bai Yao nodded and shook his head.

"What are you going to do?"

"All the way to the south," Chen Jian showed an unwavering gaze, "to the north." ”