Paintings of Terror

Qin Ci said: "Now we have got Wuhuilu, Wugong Meat, Liaojiu and lamps, and there are still offering bowls and other local nouns. It's a pity that I went to the villagers in the morning If you ask, they all speak the local language, so they really can’t communicate.”

"Indeed," Sha Liu nodded in agreement, "When we went to ask for Wuhuilu, we spent a lot of effort. We only made gestures to let the other party understand."

Everyone put what they had got in the tent first, and saw that the five tribute meat was very stale and bad meat, including beef, mutton, horse meat, bird meat, fish meat, donkey meat, dog meat, and even wolf meat. .

"Although I don't know which five kinds of meat the five tribute meat refers to, but with so many kinds of meat, I can always find the right five." Qin Ci said.

Sha Liu was hesitating to speak next to her, but when Qin Ci saw it, she asked her what she wanted to say. Sha Liu hesitated, and finally said: "I'm a little worried, there may be... there may be...human flesh in the five tribute meat .”

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, Qin Ci looked at her: "Why do you say that?"

Sha Liu said: "Since the big meat in Wuhuilu refers to human flesh, why doesn't the meat in Wugong meat refer to human flesh?"

This made everyone silent for a while.

Zhou Bin said with an uneasy face: "I think there is a high possibility of human flesh. You can see what these Wuhuilu are, they are all related to people, and as far as I know, when this place was in the era of slavery, , it seems that they are all sacrificed by human beings.”

"But where are we going to get human flesh?!" Ma Zhenhua took a few steps back in panic.

Everyone fell into silence again.

After a long time, Zhou Bin suddenly raised his eyes and asked Qin Ci: "I remember you said that in this world in the painting, only us are real people from the real world, right?"

Everyone didn't know what he wanted to say, they all stared at him vigilantly, Qin Ci nodded slowly.

A trace of resolute cruelty flashed across Zhou Bin's face, and he gritted his teeth and pointed in the direction of the village: "That is to say, those people are not real people, so if we want to get human flesh, we can use theirs—since we are here They are all human beings in the painting, so of course their flesh is also human flesh, and even if we kill them, we don’t really kill people. This is—this is like a holographic game, what you kill is just a realistic real person, etc. Gao's virtual character is not a real person, so there is no need to have any psychological burden—what do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, the mother of the family of three covered the child's ears with her hands, and couldn't help but said: "But...but they are living in this world in this painting after all. people……"

"I said this is a painting, not the real real world." Zhou Bin was a bit annoyed at the crowd, "Just because of your virgin heart, are we all going to die here?!"

The child's father Geng frowned: "Be careful what you say!"

Zhou Bin glared at him fiercely: "Well, what I said is unreasonable? If your family is cowardly, don't hold us back. If you feel sorry for your father and mother, then don't use us to get it." Human flesh, let's go our separate ways!"

Geng's father wanted to say more, but was pulled by Geng's mother, he pursed his lips and did not say anything more.

Zhou Bin looked at the others and asked in a calm voice, "What do you think? Whether you want to get human flesh or not, just express your opinion!"

Seeing that there was still no response from the crowd, Zhou Bin simply asked one by one, and glared at Ma Zhenhua first: "Say, do you want to get human flesh? If you want, you can partner with me. If you don't, you can't finish the task and you can't leave the painting, but Don't regret it, the human flesh I got myself will not be distributed to others."

Ma Zhenhua's lips trembled for a long time, and finally managed to utter a word: "I want to..."

Zhou Bin followed closely: "Then join me and do it with me?"

Ma Zhenhua struggled in pain for a long time, and finally nodded.

Zhou Bin couldn't force him to question the girl, so he asked Xiang Weidong again: "What about you?"

Wei Dong answered quickly: "I'll follow him." He pointed to Ke Xun.

Zhou Bin stared at Ke Xun.

This kid gave him a very bad impression, with a loose and carefree appearance, apart from being close to those surnamed Wei and Mu, he was alienated and indifferent to others, and occasionally looked a little bit dick, which was very lacklustre.

I asked him coldly, "You?"

Ke Xun is still a little loose, a little indifferent, a little undersampled: "You do what you want."

Zhou Bin said coldly: "Then you remember, I won't share the human flesh with others."

Ke Xun shrugged meaninglessly, and greeted Wei Dong: "Dongzi, let's go, don't waste time."

Then he left the tent.

Wei Dong came out and turned to look at the tent: "You don't wait for your male god? What if he chooses to be with Zhou Bin..."

"He won't," Ke Xun stopped, sat on a big rock, looked at the tent with firm eyes, "Even if he really needs human flesh, I believe he must have a way to get it without killing people."

Weidong looked at Mu Yiran who came out of the tent unhurriedly, and kicked Ke Xun's calf: "Tell me, if he knew that you trusted him so blindly, would he be so moved that he would bend over like that?" what?"

Ke Xun smiled, stood up and waved at Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran glanced this way expressionlessly, then turned his head and walked in the other direction.

Wei Dong: "..."

Looking at his poor gay brother again, this guy slapped his ass and ran towards that side without being shocked at all, and called him: "Dongzi, follow up."

It's so pitiful, Wei Dong thought to himself, it's harder for homosexual fans than heterosexual fans.

The three of them entered the village below the hillside again, and Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran, "Do the others agree with Zhou Bin's proposal to kill people?"

"After all, it seems that the statement that five tribute meat includes human flesh is more credible," Mu Yiran said lightly, "In the face of survival, people often make choices beyond their imagination."

"That girl named Zi Ling also agreed?" Wei Dong felt inconceivable.

Mu Yiran didn't bother to answer this question, so he just chose a Satuo Temple and walked in.

In the morning, Mu Yiran just stayed outside. When he came in this time, he went straight to a practitioner in the temple in disguise, saluted, and then said: "Dom, Gala, Dangka?"

These few words are the sacrificial items that the middle-aged man said, and everyone was asked to prepare.

Dom and others seemed to be transliterated, even if the pronunciation was not accurate, after Mu Yiran said it a few times, the practitioner finally understood, first shook his head, said a few words in the local language, and then pointed to the north.

Mu Yiran bowed again and came out of the temple, the three of them turned north.

There are rugged and steep mountains to the north, which seem endless at first glance. Mu Yiran stood on a high place and looked into the distance for a while, with a solemn expression: "Today is too late, we need to start early in the morning to walk back and forth, and catch up before dark." return."

It was already afternoon, if they went north now, they would definitely not be able to return before dark, and the consequence of waiting for them would be certain death.

Wei Dong shuddered: "So, it is impossible for us to get all the sacrifices required by the mission today, does this mean... tonight, we are likely... to be picked and killed by that monster die?"

The three of them didn't just go back home, they searched and asked all the way, and went to the nearby villages to find clues.

It is called a village, but it is just a small group of tribes composed of low-rise houses made of mud and grass, tents, and Satuo temples.

The number of Satuo temples is almost more than that of residential houses. A small temple is three steps away, and a large temple is five steps away. As far as the eye can see, in addition to practitioners, there are also ragged, yellow and emaciated villagers who enter and leave the Satuo temple. Men, women, old and young, rich and poor, all here are devout followers of Satuo.

"Faith is probably the most powerful spiritual force in the world." Mu Yiran suddenly said lightly.

"Oh? Then what is your belief?" Ke Xun turned to look at him.

Mu Yiran didn't answer.

Ke Xun compared the shape of a picture frame with the thumb and index finger of both hands: "Art?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him, and threw him a word expressionlessly: "Money."

"What a coincidence," Ke Xun squeezed his thumb and index finger, and made a gesture that seemed to be counting money and heartfelt. "My belief is also money."

Coincidentally, your uncle, Wei Dong curled his lips when he heard that you opened a gym for ten days and a half months, and you never paid attention to how much you earned, and you didn't care about the bills. Come to you, often one or two thousand, and occasionally thirty or forty thousand, I think you will soon lose all the property that your father left you.

Before dark, the three of them returned to the big tent and saw that other people were already there, but their faces were pale and their eyes were still terrified.

Ke Xun glanced at it, and saw some fresh blood dripping on the broken felt blanket on the ground, followed the direction of the blood stains, and landed on an earthen pot in the corner.

A few strands of thick blood slid down the outer edge of the earthen jar, and the lid was tightly closed, but one could guess what was inside it.

"Congratulations on your success." Ke Xun said to Zhou Bin expressionlessly.

Zhou Bin didn't speak, squatted there with his head in his hands, and pulled his hair vigorously, while Zhao Dan was beside him with red and swollen eyes, trembling all over.

No one uttered a sound, and there was a dead silence in the tent.

Only Ke Xun, Wei Dong, Mu Yiran and Qin Ci ate some for dinner, and the others didn't move their mouths. Li Ziling even ran out and vomited twice.

After dinner, the middle-aged man entered the tent and said to everyone: "Tonight, every three people have a tent, don't run around outside, remember, three people must have a tent."

As he said that, he was about to go out, but was stopped by Ke Xun, who took a step forward: "Let me ask, what does Gala mean?"

"Gala is Gala, why do you ask that?" The middle-aged man stared at Ke Xun with white and black eyes, "Who are you? How come you don't know Gala? Who are you! Are you a ghost? Spy sent?!"

Ke Xun finally discovered that whether it was in the last painting or this one, the characters in the painting seemed to default themselves as people in their world at first, and once they asked some questions that they thought shouldn’t be asked , would immediately arouse suspicion.

It's like, some terrible things sneaked into the crowd with a blind eye. Once you see through and tell the truth, that thing will immediately explode and do terrible things to you.

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Ke Xun stepped aside without changing his expression, "I just wanted to chat with you on a random topic.

"What are you talking about!" The middle-aged man glared at him viciously, "You'd better be honest, or I'll complain to the elders!" He said angrily and stepped out of the tent.