Since ancient times, regardless of the country and the nation, human beings have the dream of spreading their wings and soaring, for which the Wright brothers invented the world's first airplane "Aviator 1", but any rational person knows that flying and flying are completely different concepts, human beings have never been able to conquer the sky, even flying on wild beasts can not achieve - of course, this thing human beings are also powerless, after all, the bird that can carry the weight of human beings has long been extinct.

Chen Jian heard that someone had tried to fly on a grey-necked bustard, but it ended up being its lunch.

He should be one of the few lucky enough to try his hand at flying on a bird, but he never wanted to experience such a bad thing again.

The sky was close to the clouds and fire, and the temperature itself was far higher than the ground, and the speed of the manned bird was so fast that he could only clasp it around the bird's neck with his unconscious hands all the way.

The skin was burned by the heat wave and wind, the blackened skin kept peeling off like burning fireworks, the retina was scratched by the wind blade, and the whole body was scratched with blood.

Huang Aimian, who was flying ahead, was even more so.

The blood he shed continued to hit Chen Jian's body at a rapid pace, forming an unavoidable storm of sword blades.

If the bird flew faster, Chen Jian felt that he would die on the bird's back.

This ridiculous way of dying probably stands out in the history of mankind.

Fortunately, he persevered and did not fall from the sky. If he was too far away from Huang Aimian, the birds would have eaten him before he landed, like a locust crossing the border.

There was still a distance of three or four meters from the ground, and Chen Jian finally saw the stone tablet of the mountain movers.

He jumped down and slammed his head into the ground, smashing into a deep hole.

"It hurts—"

It hurts so much that I want to kill.

A thought that made him tremble crossed his mind.

The usual flaying is a hundred times more painful than this, but it is a brain feeling, and in fact the flesh is not harmed.

Now, the hands were no longer flesh and blood, only a few pairs of lonely bones remained, and countless wounds of different depths had been cut on the face, chest, abdomen, and legs.

The visual impact and pain sensation are superimposed, elevating the pain sensation to the extreme like an amplifier.

Chen Jian wanted to faint quickly, but he couldn't.

Perhaps it was purgatory itself, the stimulation suppressed the body's protective mechanism, and the brain suddenly entered a realm of unprecedented clarity, and the pain seemed to be embodied as a blood-stained torture instrument, which was pressing on him step by step.

"Huang - Sleeping...... Kill me—kill me!" Chen Jian shouted.

"I can't do it. ”

Hearing Huang Aimian's voice, Chen Jian saw his appearance.

Huang Aimian flew one step ahead of Chen Jian, equivalent to a wind breaker, and the laceration he experienced was even more serious, and Chen Jian couldn't even see where his feet went.

His limbs were probably broken.

Huang Aimian lay quietly two meters away from Chen Jian, they were so close, but they could only look at each other's miserable situation.

But Chen Jian didn't feel any relief.

Huang Aimian, that guy doesn't have the ability to sense pain! It seems that the two of them are like brothers, but in fact, he is suffering unilaterally.

Chen Jian knew that he couldn't escape this catastrophe.

He had to clench his teeth and force himself to think about something complex and irrelevant, trying to get the pain out of his mind.

The more he struggled, the more his keen senses transmitted pain to his brain, and his body seemed to work against his thoughts. He was sweating profusely, and the sweat that flowed from it further irritated the wound, and blood and sweat blended together......

I don't know how long it took, my arms gradually grew, and the pain finally entered the range that Chen Jian could accept.

He breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to see the mutilated hands.

The thirst for the truth supported Chen Jian through the darkest moment, he showed a triumphant smile, walked to Huang Aimian, whose limbs had not yet grown, and took out the ivory hidden in his coat pocket, and pointed it at his strong artery.

Now, he has no chance to turn over.

Chen Jian stared at him intently: "I said before, go to the center mountain, you tell me the truth about the explosion." ”

"Don't worry, I've always been the talker. Huang Aimian smiled slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, make it clear from beginning to end. ”

"From the beginning to the end, where is the 'head'?"

Chen Jian asked a little confused, and he blinked: "Then let me ask." ”

"Okay. ”

"First things first, when did we cross over, what's the 'explosion'?"

Huang closed his eyes, seemingly reminiscing about the experience. After a moment, he spoke slowly:

"It was one night, I hid in your backyard, ready to wait—"

"Wait, wait, wait, why are you killing me?"

"For no reason, I was on the run, you live in a remote place, you can hide there for a few days. ”

"You"? Chen Jian was stunned.

It seems that he still has a family, but he still hasn't remembered that they were also affected by the explosion and came to this world? But they are too unlucky to be targeted by this madman...... If it weren't for this guy, he might still be alive and well.

Chen Jian felt a burst of anger and wanted to pierce his face with ivory.

He held back.

Huang Aimian said that it wasn't him who killed him, let's listen to what he said first.

Huang Aimian continued: "Time is pressing, I hid in the community, observed you for two days, and decided to start. You wore a white coat for the past two days, and you had a regular schedule, and I set the time and prepared for the ambush. ”

Why do you wear that kind of thing every day?

Chen Jian couldn't figure it out.

"That night, you came back late, about early in the morning, and you were holding a drunken woman—"

"Women?"

Is it family, mother, sister, or ......

"And how old am I?"

"I don't know, about twenty-five. ”

Chen Jian was in a mess.

Huang Aimian's age is completely different from his self-perception, although there are many signs that his actual age should be more than seventeen years old, but he didn't expect that his age will reach about twenty-five years old?

Besides, he didn't have much of an impression of high school life. All things considered, he lost almost all of his memories. As a traverser, he does not have any advantage in knowledge reserves, and he is completely incomparable to Huang Aimian.

God is so unfair! He couldn't help but complain.

Suddenly, he stopped his gaze and looked at Huang Aimian blankly.

"However, how do you know that I am the man you wanted to kill at the time?"

Huang Aimian was stumped by this question.

He never considered that possibility. Upon discovering that "Rose" was a traverser, he immediately thought of the explosion that caused his death, and immediately judged that he was also a traverser.

The traverser is right, but who can guarantee that the identity will match?

"That person is—that person doesn't have to be me. Chen Jian's words were incoherent.

He hoped that the person Li Kuangshi wanted to kill was himself, although it was a little strange, but in this way, at least he could understand who he was before.

But he knew very well in his heart that there was no way to confirm that that person was him. Lost memories make everything confusing, even if the truth is out of reach.

"I can't be sure if you say that. Huang admitted, "I took it for granted." ”

"Leave it all at that, just keep talking about the explosion. ”

Huang Aimian nodded. His legs were all overgrown.

"I didn't feel safe because of the presence of strangers, so I tried to observe them for a while, but not long after, another man entered the house. ”

Is this a party, in the middle of the night? Chen Jian complained in her heart.

"Do you know him?"

"I don't know. Huang Aimian shook his head, "Not long after, I heard a sound from inside the house, and the next moment it exploded." ”

"And you're here now?"

"Hmm. ”

"When you say explosion, I seem to have a little impression, or maybe it's my delusion. Regardless of that, you said 'your home' before, so do I live alone or with others?"

Chen Jian was curious about what kind of life the twenty-five-year-old man who might be his own.

"Ah...... Because the lights in the bedroom at night are turned on and off, at half past eleven, one bedroom will be closed, about two or three in the morning, and the second bedroom will be turned off, I think there are probably two people. But I've only seen you before—of course, that person may not be you. ”

Two people, with different schedules and rest times, sleep in separate rooms. It seems that any relationship can be applied to them.

"That being the case, the explosion that night most likely killed: you, probably my person, a drunk woman, a strange man, and a cohabitant. Chen Jian snapped his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five...... Five people, five people, five people?"

Assuming that Ross and Wen Qingyun are both traversers, who do they correspond to? Another point to note is whether the gender will not change after the crossing? This is debatable.

It's a bit out of the ordinary, but it doesn't hurt to think about the possibilities.

"Probably not, it's all so lucky. ”

Huang Aimian fully recovered, he calmly patted the dust on his body, and stood in front of the stone tablet.

He's ready to dig out the mountain movers.

"Not necessarily. Chen Jian saw that Huang Aimian had no malicious intent at present, so he stood aside and asked while watching him dig the soil, "Do you know Zeqi?"

"I've heard that the people in the deep-water dungeon have a lot of energy. Huang Aimian may have it, but I haven't used it. ”

Huang Aimian meticulously loosened the soil with a wooden stick.

"That's right! Zeqi and crossing are likely to have an extraordinary connection......

Chen Jian wanted to say that they had a chance to travel back, but suddenly realized that Li Kuangshi was like a fish in water in purgatory, and it was useless to talk to him more, and the top priority was to find a way out of purgatory.

So he immediately changed the subject: "After blowing up the mountain movers, where are you going?"

"Find the next one. He worked hard and looked serious. For him, it was a solemn ceremony.

Chen Jian looked at him like this, and suddenly felt a kind of conscience torment.

Huang Aimian was about to kill someone, but there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he was still chatting with the perpetrator about something.

Is it the loss of one's own humanity? No, because the people of Purgatory don't die, so there's no need to worry about them...... It must be so, so the mountain movers are killed when they are killed, and those who are constantly eaten by the birds, it doesn't matter if they live or die......

Come to think of it, it's a Sisyphean torture.

"Where to look?"

"I don't know, just walk around. ”

Chen Jian scratched his head.

There were no living people in the north except for the bird's food, and Huang Aimian would not go that way.

Since he will definitely go south......

Suddenly, a crazy thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh at this stupid and stubborn scheme.

Huang Aimian glanced at him, thinking that he was laughing at himself digging a pit and digging scarred, so he said:

"Can you help?"

Chen Jian thought for a moment.

"Good. ”

He squatted opposite Huang Aimian, and together the two of them slowly scraped the mixed soil with their hands.

"You don't want to know if the others have crossed over?"

"Does that matter?" Huang Aimian threw the stones behind him, and they smashed on the bushes, startling the red-eyed birds resting on the sidelines.

The birds flapped their wings in discontent, but their protest was all about, and under the constraints of the oath, they could not attack Huang Aimian.

"Focus on what's in front of you. ”

"I didn't think you'd be able to preach to me. Chen Jian sneered.

There was a faint sound from underground, and the mountain movers were right behind.

"Are you...... The one before it. The mountain mover heard Chen Jian's voice.

"Do you remember me?"

"What are you doing?"

"Dig you out. ”

"Why?"

"Hmm...... There are some things that I need your help with. Chen Jian felt that she had become an accomplice.

"Rare," the mountain mover chuckled, "someone needs my help." Stop, though. ”

"No, I can't. ”

Huang Aimian coldly rejected his request.

The mountain mover heard that his tone was unmistakable, and said, "That's up to you." ”

Chen Jian stopped what he was doing.

The subtext of the mountain movers is full of "bear the consequences". He has been lying on the central mountain for hundreds of years, and it seems that there is something else hidden.

"What will happen if I dig you out?" Chen Jian asked.

"I don't know. The mountain mover said quietly.

Huang Aimian persuaded Chen Jian: "Leave him alone, keep digging." ”

Chen Jian also felt that it was impossible for something dangerous to happen. They are not even afraid of death, so what else will they fear?

The mountain movers' warnings had the opposite effect, and Chen Jian sped up the excavation.

Soon, the hand touched something hard, probably a bone of the mountain mover.

"Huang Aimian, dig this way, you dig crooked!"

"Oh. ”

Like archaeologists, they wiped out the dirt around the bones.

"Mountain movers, why don't you speak?" Chen Jian knocked on the bone suspiciously, probably an ulna.

The mountain mover didn't respond, but his body twitched.

Chen Jian saw that the mound of soil under his feet suddenly loosened, and the fine and round sand particles rolled down one after another.

"Hey, Huang Aimian, did he move just now?"

"He's alive, it's normal to move. ”

"Is that so......"

A person who has been pressed for hundreds of years should have long lost his basic ability to exercise, let alone move, and even breathing is very reluctant, so the mountain mover can sometimes speak, sometimes he can't, he has been in the cycle of death and resurrection. But he actually shook such a big movement just now, which was a little unnatural.

Huang Aimian was still digging in the soil.

Chen Jian can't help it, Huang Aimian is a person who needs to be used, and he must try to gain his trust.

He wiped the dirt aside and found that there was a piece of clothing buried under the soil, probably the same one that the mountain movers once wore.

A corner of the clothes was exposed, and Chen Jian touched it, but he couldn't judge its material.

Clothes are as smooth as silk, but silk can't stay intact in the soil for a long time.

How did the old prisoners dress so well? And how do you make this costume in purgatory?

Chen Jian was confused, he pulled the corner of his clothes, and wanted to take out the whole clothes to take a good look, but most of the clothes were still pressed into the soil, and the mountain movers were probably still wearing it.

I had to keep digging.

Speaking of the word "digging", he suddenly remembered the time when he spent a short time with turtles and madmen, and they confidently said that they would set up "pit diggers", but he didn't expect to start now.

The two of them are probably the kindest people in purgatory!

Although the madman is chattering and the turtle is calculating, they are actually always helping Chen Jian.

After that, the people I met were different.

Although Bai Yao is also very gentle, Chen Jian always feels that there is an indescribable estrangement from her, maybe it is the difference in actual age, or the living situation is very different, he can't tell;

Staying with madmen and turtles can relax the spirit to the greatest extent.

Chen Jian was not too worried about the turtle. He felt that the turtle looked like that, and the birds might not even look at him, and he could hide in the turtle shell, but the situation of the madman was really worrying, he stayed alone with the yellow-eyed bird vulture in the Yellow Emperor Mountain, and the Shaohao Emperor attacked before, he might have been eaten......

Useless troubles will only increase his own pressure, Chen Jian wanted to understand this truth, and decided to put the Yellow Emperor Mountain and the matter of people and birds aside for the time being.

Just like Huang Aimian said-

"Concentrate on what's in front of you".

"Huang Aimian, he only has a skeleton left, you have to wait for him to recover. ”

"Out of the way. Huang Aimian's eyes were like torches, and he was ecstatic to go deeper, "But this grave is really deep. ”

Chen Jian agreed.

After working for a long time, they unconsciously dug a small pit nearly a meter deep, but they had just touched a bone of the mountain movers.

"yes-" Chen Jian stretched, his eyes suddenly attracted by an ominous object.

That's the other corner of the dress.

It is tattooed with a backlight behind the Buddha statue.

Memories that he didn't want to recall flashed through his mind, overlapping with the scene in front of him.

Chen Jian fell to the ground and shouted loudly: "He is the Duke of Dizang!"

At the same time, the skeleton's hand flew out of the soil and grabbed Huang Aimian's chest, and the skeleton pulled hard, using his body to pull itself out of the thick soil.

A tall skeleton emerges from a curtain of scarlet dust.

He was wearing a huge black robe, a skeleton Buddha statue with pale red lines fluttering in the wind, and a huge scythe slowly floated out from behind the robe. The skeleton grabbed the hilt of the knife with its right hand and slashed with confidence.

In the next second, the sickle was across Chen Jian's neck.

"He's not...... Jizo Gong, "Huang Aimian, who fell to the ground, watched his heart beat in the left hand of the skeleton, and stated a fact without waves, "It's the judge......"