"Let's go! this is not a place to sleep. The madman's voice was very loud, and he picked up Chen Jian and swaggered down the mountain.

He looked completely directionless, like a drunkard full of alcohol, fast and slow, advancing and retreating, taking Chen Jian to wander around the mountains and forests, stepping into the boiling stream for a while, and falling into a quagmire for a while, making him embarrassed and screaming.

Although Chen Jian was not injured, he still couldn't bear it: "Hey, madman, where are you going to go?"

"Where to go? How do I know where I'm going? The madman took out the wine jug made of gourd at his waist and poured it into the "drink" that he got out of nowhere, and Chen Jian glanced at it, which contained a sticky paste as thick as a clear nose.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Me?" Chen Jian suddenly realized that he would be a good means of transportation, "I want to go to the south." ”

"Yes, let's go, let's go!" the madman straightened his legs and immediately walked south.

He also knows east, west, north and south. Chen Jian finally found a sense of relief from the chaos. He felt that the madman was like a down-and-out bard, always speaking in a tactful tone, weak where he should be stressed, strong where he should be soft, and most obviously suddenly raising his volume at the end of his speech, and the whole person was full of high spirits.

Hopefully there will be fewer people like him in purgatory......

However, living in this ghost place for more than 10 or 20 years or even hundreds of years, no matter how strong the soul is, people can't bear it, right?

"What are you doing in the South, are you going to find those weirdos in the Heel Country," the madman shook his head, "I couldn't believe it the first time I saw it, they were walking backwards. ”

What is that?

"The people of the Heel Country have been living in purgatory?"

"Purgatory? Oh, you said this is Purgatory, I've lived so long that I've almost forgotten it. ”

The madman crouched down and seemed to be receiving the punishment again.

He trembled irritably, and the rosary was especially noisy. Chen Jian didn't understand why he was hanging this thing, could it be that he was a devout Buddhist believer?

The time of punishment did not change, but Chen Jian gradually couldn't feel the speed of time passing, he listened to the madman's scream, and before he knew it, more than ten minutes had passed.

"Whew—a new look!" the madman stretched his muscles, and the punishment seemed to have become a form of exercise, and he wiped his sweat dry, and his right hand fell off as he wiped the sweat, "Alas, it still can't be taken back." ”

Chen Jian looked at the blood-soaked palm and frowned tightly. The madman's perception of pain has changed dramatically, and the pain of a severed hand may have been a mosquito bite to him.

"Let's take over first! I know a good doctor. Although he was inquiring, he didn't give Chen Jian a choice at all, and walked west along the nearby stream on his own.

Chen Jian didn't care, anyway, the general direction was still south.

The number of skinning punishments was gradually decreasing, but the intensity was still the same, and he was almost used to it.

"You haven't told me what's going on in the country of heels?"

"Of course they live in purgatory, otherwise how would we have met them?"

The madman didn't hide his intention to make fun of it, and asked Chen Jian with a grin.

Chen Jian couldn't help but laugh: "I mean, they were sent by the Dizang Gong, or did they live here in the first place." ”

"Who knows, you go and ask yourself. ”

"Where can I ask?"

"Heel country. ”

"Where's the heel country?"

"Southside. ”

"......" Chen Jian stopped talking meaninglessly, "How long will it take for the doctor you said to meet?"

The topic changed abruptly, but the madman didn't care at all, he immediately followed Chen Jian's train of thought: "It's not far, it's not far." Do you see the mountain in front of you?"

"It's all mountains ahead. ”

"It's all Catalpa," said the madman, tirelessly, "do you understand the Catalpa tree? ”

"See. ”

The madman's description was simple and naïve, but it was just right, and he soon saw the Azusa tree. The tall catalpa tree drooped down with many slender branches, and countless budding flowers.

Who gave the names to these trees, and why do they all seem to know each other?

"The doctor lives inside, let's go!"

"You just have to go fast......"

"That's right. ”

When the madman realized that he had made a fool, he burst out laughing, rolling back and forth, gasping for breath.

Chen Jian looked sadly at the face that had been distorted by the smile. He did not experience the pain of punishment all the time, and perhaps only through this heart-wrenching laughter could relieve his despair. Although the madman's laughter was disturbing and echoed in the empty mountain forest, Chen Jian gradually understood and accepted the atmosphere.

He even wanted to laugh a few times.

"Why do you want to become a human?" Chen Jian felt that a madman would not say such nonsense as "for the sake of human dignity".

"Ha-" The laughter stopped abruptly, he slammed Chen Jian away, and beat his head desperately with both hands, "Why!

"Hey, are you alright?!" Chen Jian looked at him in astonishment, ignoring the pain of falling to the ground.

"Why! Why!" he fell to his knees, his head slamming against the slate in front of him, "I'm guilty......!

This was the same as when they first met, and he seemed to call this kind of punishment a "penitential punishment."

"Hey, madman, you still have the Dixiu fruit in your pocket!"

The madman no longer listens to what he says, and all that is crying in his head is crying.

Chen Jian struggled to climb on top of him and get into his pocket.

What about the fruit? I saw him stuff the rest of the fruit into it, why was it gone!?

Chen Jian filled his pocket with his entire body, and there was a mess of things in it—herbs, knives, wooden sticks, various fruits, and animal bones, except for the Emperor Xiuguo.

Where the hell did it go?

Could it be that the Emperor Hue fruit can only be eaten for a period of time?

Chen Jian found two black balls the size of a fingernail, he leaned over and sniffed them, and then took them in his mouth and tasted them for a while.

This is the taste of the emperor's fruit!

If you don't eat it, it will shrink into the nucleus.

No wonder the madman didn't have the Emperor Hugh fruit on him, because this thing could not be stored at all, and could only be picked by luck.

Chen Jian slid back to the ground and crawled to the madman's side. The madman was already foaming at the mouth and was unconscious again.

"Hey, madman, how can there be an emperor around here?!" Chen Jian slapped his face desperately.

"There is no Teixiu here. An old voice came from behind him.

"Who?"

Chen Jian turned around, he subconsciously looked for the figure of the person, but there was no one behind him.

"I'm here. ”

Chen Jianxun is a turtle with human limbs and a face.

This strange combination made him feel inexplicably disgusted.

"Bring him here. The turtle said.

"Who are you?"

"I can wake him up and take his hand by the way. ”

"You're a doctor?"

"I guess so. ”

The turtle turned around slowly, and its tail that looked like a turtle's head patted the ground and motioned for Chen Jian to follow. It crawls leisurely on the ground on all fours, its tail oozing staccato staccato from its tail.