"Stop!" the turtle tapped the giant needle, "you haven't returned the rope to me yet." ”

The madman looked down, the scratches on his stomach were almost healed, the flesh was glued, and it was squirming to fill the wound.

"Take it. He happily removed the blood-stained hemp rope and threw it to the tortoise.

The turtle wanted him to tie the pillow well, but after a moment of hesitation, he did it himself.

The madman felt that the organs in his stomach were not yet firm, so he patiently stayed in the cave in order not to travel to the pool for the rest of the day. He asked, "If Purgatory is round, why haven't we slipped down? and how strange it is that someone would stand completely upside down with us!"

"What's so strange," the turtle dismissed, "Purgatory has long since locked invisible chains to our ankles so that we can't escape. Why do we fall back to the ground instead of flying into the clouds? ”

The madman thought for a moment, "Wouldn't it be enough to cut off your foot!" and he clapped his hands at the brilliant idea.

"That's just an analogy, do you understand what an analogy is? In fact, the chain imprisons the soul, and even if it becomes a man, or a flesh, or a turtle like me, it cannot leave. ”

"Are you also human?" Chen Jian always thought that the turtle was an "aborigine".

"Of course!" said the turtle's dark green face, which turned purple with irritation, "Look at my face, these hands, these feet?

"But ......"

"The turtle body is the punishment of purgatory, and the judge has turned me into this. The tortoise's annoyance revealed helplessness and fear.

"Judge?"

"The madman with the scythe!"

The madman actually gave such an evaluation, it seems that the "judge" is a terrible figure.

"The judges are also natives?"

"The judge is ......," the turtle slapped his feet impatiently, "it's the jailer, the purgatory walker sent by the Jizo Gong." ”

"So the judge is here, too? Why did he let you grow a turtle?"

"I don't know, I don't know. The tortoise didn't want to talk about it at all, and it regretted bringing it up.

The madman suddenly asked, "Since Purgatory is a round ball, where is it placed?"

The tortoise was glad that the madman would interrupt the conversation, but the madman asked a question that he couldn't figure out, and the cave fell silent.

Chen Jian thought to herself, she couldn't tell them that purgatory was floating in the universe. But Purgatory is circular, which is really worth noting, what is the connection between this and the original planet? The sky is red, there are no stars in sight, and there is no trace of the moon, in this world, there are some things that can be explained by science, but teleportation from the Western Dynasty to Purgatory is definitely beyond the scope of science...... There are uncertainties everywhere, and science and fantasy are intertwined and parallel, making it difficult to reason, and even the basic conditions cannot be judged.

"Little one, do you know?" The madman saw that the turtle was stunned in place, so he turned to ask Chen Jian.

"I don't know, maybe it's floating in the air. ”

"Floating in the air, you say we're floating in the air?" said the turtle in surprise, "Purgatory is surrounded by clouds of fire, what is beyond the clouds and fire?"

"It's still the sky, layer by layer. Chen Jian didn't want to talk about such uncertain things.

Hearing Chen Jian's words, the turtle seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration and fell into deep thought. After a long time, it said slowly—it had been speaking slowly, and now it was even more delayed—"What are we stepping on the soles of our feet?"

"Stepping on stones. The madman replied truthfully.

"That's not what it means!" said the tortoise, frustrated by his stupidity, "If there is a layer of clouds and fire in the sky, what is wrapped in the earth beneath our feet?"

According to normal geography, the foot should be the crust, mantle and core, but what is under purgatory, Chen Jian is indeed a little interested, for more than 600 years, the prisoners have not been able to break through the cloud fire, it is time to turn their eyes to the underground.

"Let's start digging now!" the madman understood what the turtle meant, and immediately rolled up his sleeves.

"Ridiculous!" the turtle shook his head and said, "You are going to dig until the Year of the Monkey alone, and there are mountain movers in Purgatory, so we will set up a 'pit digger', gather everyone to dig it down, dig him for ten or twenty years, and see what is underneath!"

Chen Jian nodded: "How should we gather people?"

"Go to the South, go to the South!" the madman said, holding up his hands, not knowing what he meant, "there are giants in the South, and they are all strong and digging. ”

"Giants?"

"In the southeast there is the country of the wind, and its people are more than ten feet tall. ”

Because Chen Jian came up with the idea that "Purgatory is round", the turtle's impression of this lump of flesh changed greatly, and he explained to him the matter of the giant quite enthusiastically: "It is rumored that because of the tall stature of the Feng Clan, once they step on the earth, they will shake the mountains and rivers, tremble continuously, and endanger purgatory. In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor asked them to only fly through the clouds, and they learned to ride the clouds and fire, and some people wanted them to send them to break through the clouds and fires, but they were unsuccessful. ”

"Then how about we go to them and let them help us dig a pit?" asked Chen Jian.

The turtle was noncommittal: "Since the death of the Yellow Emperor, the Fangfeng clan has no longer communicated with people, it should be said that they disdain to communicate with us, they only submit to the Yellow Emperor." ”

"What can I do? I'll have to let the prisoners dig together. Chen Jian was quite disappointed when he heard this.

"Hundreds of years ago, prisoners lived in gatherings, but now they have gone their separate ways, scattering in all directions, looking for them, and convincing them to help you dig a pit, it is better to try your luck at the Fengfeng clan. ”

The turtle's words made Chen Jian realize that the people living in purgatory had long been completely alienated, and even the instinct of "living in groups", which was rooted in genes, was completely dissolved by the environment. The eerie purgatory seems to have become some kind of indescribable metaphor...... Alienation, expansion, and the pain of no return, and finally loneliness.

He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

Definitely want to get out of here, and there's definitely a way to get out.

The fear of purgatory was the only hope for Chen Jian, and it was also an unshakable hope.

"Fangfeng Clan—madman, let's go together?" Chen Jian needed an accomplice who looked like a person.

"Of course! I said I was going to go through purgatory!" the madman was quite excited, "Doctor, is there any way to reduce the penance sentence? ”

"Kill yourself. The tortoise said, "Kill yourself when the penance comes, and when you come back to life, the time will be almost up." ”

"What a way!" said the madman, "Thank you, doctor, the little one will never forget!"

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the turtle showed a stunned expression.

Although it treated Chen Jian and the madman harshly just now, he had lived alone for many years, and he finally met someone who could talk, not to mention how happy he was.

It waved its hand with a wry smile: "I hope the next time I see you, it's not two lumps of meat." ”

"Don't worry!" the madman stood up, dragged Chen Jian's head and left without looking back.

He didn't care about the separation at all.

He was insane, but he saw some things quite clearly—in a never-ending life, encounters were only occasional moments.