Paintings of Terror

"Satuo religion." Mu Yiran's cold voice carried a bit of the remoteness and coldness unique to snow mountains.

Ke Xun confirmed his conjecture, but he had more doubts: "Isn't Sataism always based on persuading people to be good, helping the world and saving people, and seeing through emotions and desires, and achieving complete liberation? How can there be such a thing?" 'Existence? Is it possible that the world in the painting is not all scary things?"

"Sataism itself is an amalgamation of various religions," Mu Yiran said. "From the eleventh century onwards, many branches have been formed one after another. And the gods in the cultural system of Sataism are not only The God who is merciful and compassionate to all living beings, it also includes many pagan images and even demons. In the interpretation of the teachings of Sata, as long as it is a pagan image that is subdued by the Sada teachings, it can enter the gods of the Sata religion. , and these demons can be driven by those with high cultivation bases."

Ke Xun: "...I feel the evil from the gods."

Mu Yiran looked at him, and twitched the corners of his lips: "If you know the year when this painting was completed, you may feel more deeply."

"...Please try to be as tactful as possible." Ke Xun said.

The truth given by Mu Yiran was not euphemistic at all: "At that time, there were only churches, slave owners, and slaves in the local area."

"..." Ke Xun smiled tactfully, "It's not what I imagined, is it?"

"Judging from the texture and style of the clothes we wear, it is obvious that our role will not be slave owners." Mu Yi suddenly withdrew his gaze, "However, even believers in the sect, in those days, life and death were not up to them. "

Ke Xun raised his hand, and slowly covered the top of his head: "...I heard that the skin-skinning torture used on slaves at that time was to cut a slit from the top of the head, and then pour mercury into it, and the mercury went into it. If it sinks, the whole human skin can fall off from the flesh, and the person can live for a while... I will go to Qin Ci."

Speaking of getting up.

"What are you doing?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

"Go and ask Dr. Qin if there is any good way to commit suicide in a second without pain," Ke Xun said, "I don't want to see myself being stripped naked before I die."

Mu Yiran said indifferently: "It's probably impossible to be painless for a second, but if you want to die, the gravel on the ground should help you."

Ke Xun was right when he thought about it, but he took a sharp stone and cut the artery in his neck. Although it hurt a little, it was better than peeling the skin alive.

Opening the curtain of the tent, I picked on the ground for a while under the snowy light of the distant mountains, and finally picked out two thin stone flakes with relatively sharp edges, and showed them to Mu Yiran: "Do you want it? I'll give you one as a spare."

Mu Yi didn't answer, and just tossed him a simple sentence: "You do what you want."

Ke Xun smiled, took out his mobile phone from his clothes, checked the time, and found that it was not yet the time for no-walking, so he got out of the tent, found the one where Wei Dong was, and gave him the stone piece: "Good thing To share with my buddies."

"What?" Wei Dong asked.

"Suicide weapon." Ke Xun ran away after finishing speaking.

"Damn it," Wei Dong cursed tremblingly, putting the stone in his arms, "Zhen Nima is my good brother, he always thinks of me for all good things."

Ke Xun covered the curtain and asked Mu Yiran, "Do you have any ideas about how to break the situation?"

Mu Yiran pondered: "Since the title of the painting is called "Faith", I think this situation is related to religion. There are many branches of Sadoism, and the system of gods and demons is also very large. It is still too early to find a way to break the situation."

Ke Xun lay on his back on the felt blanket: "It seems that someone will confess here tonight."

Mu Yiran was very calm when he heard his tone, and looked at his face again, showing no fear, nervousness or resignation, with his head resting on his arms and his legs crossed, as if lying on his own big latex mattress bed.

Thinking of his bed, I can't help but think of the photos in the closet in his bedroom, and the photos of him from childhood to adulthood.

At that time, the little boy with a pair of crooked eyes and a bright smile probably never thought that his life would become like this when he grew up.

Without his loving parents, without a warm room, and finally, even the life of a normal person is gone.

Time passed in silence, and the snowy light from distant mountains and peaks illuminated the sky outside the tent, and the shadows of tents near and far were printed on the tent, trembling slightly with the night wind of the grassland.

If it was outside the picture, it would probably be a peaceful and beautiful night.

Ke Xun opened his eyes, looking at the shadow on the tent.

He thought of the sky outside during the day, it was shockingly blue, deep and deep, as if in the deepest part of that blue, there were countless gigantic and grotesque things crowded together.

Ke Xun felt something was wrong.

During the daytime, even though the sun is dazzling, it seems... I don't see where the sun is. The light comes from the sky, everywhere, and there is no concentrated source of radiation.

If these lights are not sunlight, the grassland, blue sky and snow-capped mountains, no matter how you think about it, it will be like a heavy layer of death.

Ke Xun recalled that on the way back from Weidong's tent, there seemed to be no stars in the night sky, only darkness.

When I think about it this way, I feel a little out of breath.

It should be the most transparent and clear place, but at this moment it is so oppressive and cramped, it makes people almost suffer from claustrophobia.

Ke Xun gasped uncontrollably. The harder he tried, the more he couldn't breathe. The air entered the nasal cavity and mouth, but he couldn't feel it flowing into the trachea. The lungs were desperately inflated due to lack of oxygen, and a sharp pain squeezed the chest cavity, which was about to burst open.

"Ke Xun!" Mu Yiran noticed Ke Xun's strangeness, and leaned over to stare at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Ke Xun was speechless, desperately opened his mouth to breathe like a dying fish, but still couldn't take in a trace of air.

Mu Yi frowned, staring at Ke Xun's twisted and struggling body due to the pain of suffocation. nose and mouth.

Ke Xunlu's eyes outside his hands looked at him firmly, then slowly curved a shallow arc, and lowered his eyelids.

Ke Xun thought he was dead just like that.

But being able to die in the hands of Mu Yiran is pretty good when you think about it, it's better than dying in the hands of those ugly monsters, and it's better than being coaxed into committing suicide. Let's talk about karma or something. He still owes himself a life, and in the next life he will ask him for a debt, and he will not ask him to repay his life with his life, just sell himself to himself.

Unexpectedly, when he was thinking about it, he gradually became panting again. The trachea, which seemed to be shielded just now, finally regained its sense of existence, and a few wisps of air came in from between Mu Yiran's fingers, and went all the way in. into his lungs.

After getting the air, the swollen and painful lungs gradually improved, and the heavy and short breathing also subsided. Ke Xun opened his eyes and met Mu Yiran's eyes above his head.

Before he could see his eyes clearly, Mu Yiran had already removed his hand covering his mouth and nose, and turned over and sat aside.

Ke Xun took a few more cautious breaths, and found that his breathing was completely normal, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his face to look at Mu Yiran: "I thought you wanted to help me die quickly, so that I would suffer less."

Mu Yiran didn't look at him, just sat cross-legged, eyes lowered: "If you want to die quickly, I can finish you in a second."

Ke Xun sat up with a smile, and touched the place where he had covered him just now: "What happened just now, I suddenly felt suffocated, could it be that the force has already started?"

Mu Yiran finally glanced at him, expressionless: "You are just alkalosis caused by hyperventilation."

Ke Xun: "Please translate into vernacular."

"Excessive breathing will reduce the carbon dioxide in the body, reduce the acidity in the blood, and increase the alkalinity, causing discomfort." Mu Yiran said coldly.

Ke Xun suddenly said: "That's why you covered me, increased the carbon dioxide content in me, and rebalanced the acidity and alkalinity in the blood - amazing, worthy of being a male god."

Mu Yiran ignored him, crossed his knees and closed his eyes to meditate. After a long time, he suddenly said, "What happened to you just now."

Ke Xun covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and continued to add carbon dioxide to himself, his voice was muffled: "I just suddenly feel suffocated, as if I was locked in a very narrow and stuffy box, and the sky here Heshan is actually made of models and paint in the box, without any sense of reality. Even in the previous painting, the locust tree and the cemetery are no different from the real ones, but here, everything It all looks so fake."

Mu Yiran opened his eyes slightly, staring at the felt blanket under him, as if lost in thought.

Ke Xun didn't bother him, and lay back on the side again, looking at the shadow on the tent covered by the snow light.

At some point, Ke Xun suddenly found that these shadows, which had been trembling slightly due to the wind, became still.

Ke Xun reached out and gently touched Mu Yiran's knee, motioning him to look, and wanted to sit up, but Mu Yiran held him down with one hand, so he could only lie down and stare at the shadow on the tent with him .

The shadow remained motionless, the snow light in the distant mountains became pale, and then from pale to pale, all the sounds in the world suddenly disappeared, and the silence seemed to suck all the air.

Time passed in this vacuum-like atmosphere, and when Ke Xun's eyes staring at the tent began to become sore, the shadow on the tent suddenly changed.

A mass of dark, huge shadows slowly slipped down from the sky, like a large drop of thick paint, slowly, viscous, and greasy squeezed from the sky, and slowly extended as it slid into the air Out of the fat twigs.

No, it's not a branch, it's eight arms and two legs, thick and fat, twisting and dancing in mid-air, like a baby crying and struggling just after birth.

This huge shadow constantly twisted and twisted in strange postures and angles, and slowly fell to the ground, like a giant spirit god, with its head above the sky, its feet on the ground, and its thick and soft legs took very uncoordinated steps. In this dead silence, there was a heavy and slow panting sound like an obese patient.

The giant shadow moved its bent legs slowly among the tents, and the top of the highest tent was only below its knees. It took no time to stop beside each tent, as if carefully observing and pick.

Ke Xun saw the giant shadow staying beside Weidong's tent for a full 10 minutes, and finally moved his legs again and walked towards this side.

It was getting closer and closer to him and Mu Yiran.

Ke Xun didn't know how to avoid this thing, there was no place to cover his body in the tent, and this time was obviously different from the previous painting, this thing seemed to be randomly selected.