After the unbearable punishment, Ye Liancheng slowly got up from the ground. In purgatory, everyone was accustomed to embarrassment, and soon continued to talk to Chen Jian as if nothing happened.

"Here, you can't carry the concept of the world," Ye Liancheng recalled the scene of his first entry into purgatory, and he earnestly taught, "We are like the people of the unenlightened country, living and dying, dead and alive, never resting; I can't help you all the time, your future is up to you. If you are willing to endure hundreds or thousands of pains and grow into a human body, we will help you, and if you are afraid to experience pain over and over again, then I will not force it. ”

Chen Jian was very hesitant, he had already experienced the pain of peeling, and the punishment after listening to Ye Liancheng's description had already made him shudder, he was sure that he couldn't bear it.

However, he had something he wanted to say to Ye Liancheng.

"Ye Liancheng, I know you. ”

Ye Liancheng was slightly stunned: "Know me?" Also, I was a famous Wudang head back then, and I don't know how many years have passed. There is no day or night here, you can't see the passage of time, you can rest when you are tired, and eat when you are hungry. ”

"Three years. Chen Jian said, "I know what happened in Wudang three years ago, you are a subversive person, and it was Bian Li who sent someone to bring the gramophone urn to the imperial court, which confirmed your identity." ”

"How do you know so clearly?" Ye Liancheng was curious, "Listening to your voice, it seems that you are still very young, are you a disciple of Wudang?"

"Nope. "I have a more complicated identity – I want to know now if I can get out of here." ”

"Leave?" said the bystander, sneering, pointing to the distance, "Someone has thought about leaving, but they are still piling up mountains." ”

Chen Jian followed the direction he had guided, and in the distance, a red mountain stood at the end of the horizon.

Ye Liancheng explained: "There is a group of people who we call mountain movers. They dug up the mountain in other places, and piled it up there, which was probably four or five hundred years old, and everybody called it the central mountain—in fact, purgatory was boundless, and it was only comforting to say that it was the center. ”

"Four or five hundred years...... The original mountain movers are still alive?"

"Of course, he can't die, but he has long gone mad, burying himself in the center mountain about a hundred years ago. Someone also deliberately erected a monument, and when you go to the monument, you can still hear him crying at the bottom of the mountain. Ye Liancheng said indifferently, "Everyone has found their own way of living here, and he is the same." As for leaving," he smiled wryly, "the oldest man in purgatory has lived for more than six hundred years, and has never heard of anyone leaving. ”

Chen Jian was speechless. It's a world that completely turns ideas upside down, and he'll never die, live here.

- What are you kidding?!

"So, who are you, and why were you sent here?" Ye Liancheng asked.

"You know Team Gonglian, right?"

"Yes. You're from Gong Lian's team, isn't that the princess's guard?"

In the first period of time after entering purgatory, Ye Liancheng was still interested in asking the new prisoners about the political situation outside, he knew that later the little emperor ascended the throne, and the princess faction that had not yet appeared during his time in charge of Wudang became the ultimate winner, and Princess Tinglian listened to the government and became the emperor in the actual sense, and then he didn't know what happened.

Now that the members of Gonglian's team have been sent to purgatory, isn't the princess faction destroyed?

"Who is the master of the world now? Could it be the King of Shenyue?" he looked forward to Chen Jian's affirmative answer.

Chen Jian shook his head unconsciously, and the meat paste immediately made a slippery sound.

"No, it's a traitor in Gonglian's team, and he framed me. ”

"That's right. Ye Liancheng was not interested in Chen Jian being framed, and when he heard that the King of Shenyue he supported still failed to take power, he just shook his head in disappointment.

"Chen Jian, give you a piece of advice," he got up to leave, "if you want to recover your body, come to Yanghua Mountain to find us, if you don't want to, I advise you to stay as far away from the north as possible, and go south, where you should be a little more comfortable." ”

"Where is Yanghua Mountain?" Chen Jian was now besieged by confusion, and he didn't want to make any decisions.

"Head north, over the central hill. Yanghua Mountain is full of jade, and the mountains are full of herbs, which are the kind we feed you, and they are easy to find - by the way, we have to teach you the southeast and northwest, and you take a closer look at the direction of the stream, the stream flows from west to east, so that side is north. He pointed around, and Chen Jian could barely keep up with the speed of his fingers. "Actually, there is no direction here, and it is all a rule set by everyone for convenience. ”

"Thank you, Ye ......," Chen Jian didn't know what to call him for a while.

"Whatever you call me, since you know that I am the head of Wudang, call me the head of Ye. Ye Liancheng said casually and got up at the same time.

"Thank you, Master Ye. ”

After Chen Jian saw the group leave, he turned his gaze to the so-called "south".

The red light over there is much dimmer than in the depths, and the harsh punishment does seem to be weakened, which is why it is said that going south can be "slightly more comfortable".

He has no direction at the moment, and becoming a human form is obviously not the best choice, except for those dispensable dignity, he will not get any benefits, but the miserable appearance of Ye Liancheng and others is unforgettable, which makes him really afraid and admire this matter. He just wanted to get out of purgatory as soon as possible, but it must have been very difficult. The central hill has been piled up for four or five hundred years, during which time there must have been attempts to get out of purgatory in all sorts of strange ways, but there was no precedent for success.

Maybe it's not that there is no precedent, but no one knows about it!

Chen Jian still has a hint of optimism.

He squirmed again to the stream and looked at his own reflection:

I was now in this disgusting appearance, as if it were pieces of minced flesh that had been vomited, and in some places it was still charred, probably from the scars left by the fire.

It's been so long, and I haven't seen anyone like me. Yes, purgatory is not a group activity, everyone can participate...... Having said that, the man named Zhang Kezhao was sentenced to purgatory a day earlier than me, where did he go?

Hiss!

The skinning punishment came without warning, and Chen Jian felt angry, but helpless. He had no physical body, and there were no torture instruments around him, and purgatory stimulated his senses directly from the depths of his soul, as if the human brain was experimenting with a gang of torturers. No wonder the purgatory sentence made everyone frightened, and even the tough guy Zhang Kezhao fainted with fright after hearing it.

The labor pains finally began to subside, and Chen Jian's consciousness eased.

What was I thinking?

"No wonder the purgatory sentence terrifies everyone"......

If no one has ever escaped purgatory, how do people outside know about the horrors here?!

Chen Jian's eyes lit up, and he saw a glimmer of life. Regardless of the fact that he was not happy too soon, a rational voice told himself: Purgatory has accommodated prisoners for more than 600 years, it is impossible that no one has thought of this, and there must be someone who is looking for a way out, but no one succeeds, how far can he go?