Paintings of Terror

Qin Ci glanced at the sky outside the tent, then looked at the silent people in the tent, and said, "It's normal not to be able to ask questions from the people in the painting, but you still have to be careful in the future, once you 'wake up' them, I'm afraid they will be shocked." Backlash. I think we are the only ones left to find a way to find the remaining sacrificial items. Before that, we still have to find a way to get through tonight. Fortunately, there are twelve of us now, even if three of us The group is just as evenly divided, and there will be no unqualified people."

Ke Xun looked at him: "I think this is more dangerous. If a group of three can be divided evenly, doesn't it mean that every group of people may be picked by that huge black shadow?"

Qin Ci lowered his eyes and was silent for a while.

"I think," Sha Liu interjected hoarsely, "the key to self-protection may lie in the sacrifices we found today. With these sacrifices, will we be able to avoid being picked by that black shadow?"

The eyes of the others lit up when they heard this.

"It must be so!" Zhou Bin jumped up, "Let's take the sacrifice into the tent, and it will definitely be sheltered!"

"Then divide into groups and sacrifices." Qin Ci said.

Zhou Bin sharpened his eyes: "The rest of the five-tribute meat was found by everyone. I have no objection to sharing a share, but I got the human meat. I want your help. None of you are willing to help, and you are all watching from afar." , so the human flesh belongs to me. Zhao Dan and I are in a group, there is only one person left, and any of you can come."

"I——add me, let me be in a team with you? Please!" Ma Zhenhua knelt down in front of Zhou Bin with a thud.

"Then you." Zhou Bin didn't show any expression.

Li Ziling, who had been watching with a pale face, suddenly pulled Shaliu: "We found Wuhuilu, so naturally it will belong to us." Then he looked at Mu Yiran, "Little brother, come with us, we just make enough money." three people."

Wei Dong stared dumbfounded.

"You have a big face, girl," Ke Xun laughed, "Wuhuilu was found by 'you'? Then let me ask you, which one of those earthen pots is filled with big incense and which one is filled with small incense sticks?" Xiang, which one contains the male essence, and which one contains the phlegm? If you can tell rightly, you can take all the five wisdom dews, and I will have nothing to say."

Li Ziling bit her lip, and quietly pulled the willow next to her with her hand.

Sha Liu said in embarrassment: "Anyway, there are quite a few earthen jars, let's share them."

Li Ziling was anxious: "It's not enough at all, we only got a little blood!"

Sha Liu stopped talking, Li Ziling frowned, stared at Ke Xun for a while, and said in a nasal voice, "Then can you tell what's in each of those jars?"

Ke Xun embraced his arms, raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Why, if I figure it out, let us take all five cans?"

"Why do you take them all away?" Seeing Ke Xun's expression, Li Ziling couldn't be sure whether he could really tell the difference, "The female blood was obtained by Sha Liu and I, you can't take it away, and the other four quantities can't be taken away." Quite a lot, why can't you share some with us?"

"Beauty, where did your self-confidence come from?" Wei Dong couldn't help interjecting, "Everyone in the world will let you go?"

"Men should give way to women," Li Ziling pouted in aggrieved voice, her voice was hoarse and soft, she looked pitifully at Mu Yiran, and then at the other men, "Besides, I'm not trying to force others to do anything. There are already a lot of the four kinds of wisdom dew, why can't we share some of them?"

Wei Dong directly smiled angrily: "You have a good idea, beauty. We found the other four. If you have a large quantity, you will get points. You will find the remaining one. If you have a small quantity, you will not be able to share it with us. May I ask which teacher taught your elementary school morality class?"

"It's not that I don't give you any points, it's really very little," Li Ziling burst into tears, "We searched the whole village, and there was only one girl who had just finished the job, and the blood was not ready-made, it was what we wanted on her body when she came. The cloth strips I brought had not been washed in time, so we brought them, but they were only as big as a small drop, and they were still dry, how should I divide them?"

When it comes to women's issues, Wei Dong is a little embarrassed, he can't speak up for a while, so he can only look at Ke Xun.

Ke Xun looked away from Mu Yiran's face, and said calmly: "Since there is no way to divide it, then don't divide it. You can divide half of the remaining four kinds yourself."

Wei Dong snorted: "They are all together, we are missing one here, who knows if it will be useful."

"If one is useless, then the others are also useless," Ke Xun said indifferently, "After all, we haven't collected all the required sacrifices. Anyone can die."

After Ke Xun finished speaking, he turned to look at the others: "Who will be with the two of you?"

No one said anything.Apparently everyone still thinks that two people who have only four kinds of wisdom dew are still more in danger of death than others.

Ke Xun laughed: "Anyway, there are only three people in each tent. No one is in the same group as the two of us. If there is one tent, there will be one more person. We are not in a hurry, and we will go back to the small tent first. Discuss, come over after discussing, welcome at any time. Dongzi, let's go."

Then he turned his head and left the big tent.

Wei Dong followed him all the way into a small tent, and sat down on the felt blanket with a depressed face: "This f*ck is called knowing the face without knowing the heart, and beautiful women are poisonous."

Ke Xun fell back on the blanket, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes: "Human nature is the same in life and death."

Wei Dong looked at him: "Ke Er, are you really willing to watch your male god squeeze into those two women's tents?"

Ke Xun looked indifferent: "They have a complete set of Wuhuilu, and being with them is more secure than being with us."

Wei Dong shook his head and sighed, and was about to speak, but suddenly saw the curtain of the tent lifted, and then someone walked in.

Wei Dong looked at the man who was speechless, and pushed Ke Xun with his hand.

Ke Xun opened his eyes, met Mu Yiran's indifferent glance, and then raised the corners of his lips.

"Boss, why are you here?" Wei Dong moved his butt like a dog to make room for the boss.

The tent is still the small one from yesterday, originally it was only big enough for two people to lie side by side, but now there are three people in it, making it even more crowded.

Ke Xun sat up, and looked at Mu Yiran who was sitting in front of him with a smile on his face: "Welcome to the humble house, a handful of flowers is just a sign of joy."

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand from behind, and sent a small bouquet of purple wild flowers to Mu Yiran.

Wei Dong was stunned by the side, and couldn't help but want to give his son Tie Zi a steely praise - when did he get this flower, how patient he is, after waiting until now, he finally seized the opportunity So courteous, Mr. Mu would be sorry for him if he didn't let him break the bend.

Mu Yiran also seemed to be slightly taken aback, his eyes fell on this bunch of brightly colored flowers.

It's mirabilis.

When did this man pick so many? When he was looking at the mountain and meditating in the afternoon.

Do you think that he likes purple jasmine?

I even hid it on my body and brought it back. Maybe I thought that he would share a tent with him at night, so I planned to give him a little surprise.

Ke Xun thought that Mu Yiran would at most take a look at this flower, and then give him a cold face like before, and then ignore him again.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yiran stretched out his hand to take the flower, Ke Xun felt a thud in his chest, and looked at him flickeringly.

Mu Yiran held the flower, pondered for a moment with downcast eyes, and then raised his eyes to Ke Xun: "The purple jasmine shouldn't be blooming at this season. It's a bit strange that this kind of flower appears here."

It turned out that he was interested in this flower for this reason.Ke Xun took a few flowers from him, looked at them carefully, and found that they were no different from ordinary flowers except that they had no fragrance. He put them on his ears and said, "Maybe it's a painter's mistake, or it's a kind of art. Fiction. What do you think, Dongzi?"

"Yes." Wei Dong said.

Mu Yiran said: "Clerical error is impossible, but if it is for artistic effect, it may be possible, or maybe, this kind of flower has other purposes here."

Wei Dong also took a few flowers to look at, and said: "When we make pictures, sometimes for the sake of color harmony or novel composition of the picture, we do embellish some details that can play a finishing touch, but drawing and real art After all, the works are different, and I don't understand what role these flowers can play in this painting."

After speaking, he wanted to throw it away, but Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were still thinking about it, so they finally pinned the flowers to their belts.

Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran: "Do you have any ideas about deciphering this painting?"

Mu Yiran sat cross-legged, and said in a calm tone, "At present, it's all just speculation without any basis. If you want to have further evidence, you can only verify it through sacrifice."

Only through someone's sacrifice tonight can more conditions to avoid death be collected.

Thinking of Tan Zheng's death last night, Wei Dong couldn't help but shuddered. He took out the stone piece that Ke Xun gave him from his pocket, and checked whether the edge was sharp: "Maybe this thing will be used today... I hope it can be used today." I can free up my hands when I want to use them, don’t look back like Tan Zheng, with hands and feet being gripped, that’s what makes people collapse..."

Ke Xun remembered the eight-armed figure last night, and asked Mu Yiran, "What do you think it is? A spider spirit? An octopus monster?"

Mu Yiran said: "Even if they are spirits, monsters, gods and demons, they are also gods and demons in the Satuo religion's pantheon. I have a vague guess."

"What is it?" Ke Xun asked.

"Malaka, transliterated as Malaga," Mu Yiran said with deep eyes, "was originally a pagan demon god, but he was subdued by the gods of Sadoism, and he was summoned and driven by high-level practitioners. The image of Malaka Among the several types of variants, there is an image of eight arms. And judging from the death of Tan Zheng last night, it also proves that the giant shadow is suspected to be Malaka."

"Dismember the corpse?" Ke Xun raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe it's not just dismemberment," Mu Yi pondered, "We'll have to see tonight for everything."

"I'm afraid." Wei Dong said, "If Ma He Gala is a demon god, how can mortals like us be its opponents, or should I die first to respect it? I won't wait for it to do it. I'm afraid it will be the first thing it does. There was no chance of killing myself."

"Don't talk nonsense," Ke Xun looked at him, "Don't give up until the last moment, I don't want to die at all."

"Really..." Wei Dong stared at a certain place in front of him, his hands tightly clutching his robe, trembling slightly.

Last night, for the first time since he entered the painting, he witnessed a living person being slaughtered by that irresistible and terrifying force.

The great sense of fear and powerlessness made his bone marrow tremble and freeze.

Wei Dong knew that he was like an ostrich, he was the best at deceiving himself, buried his head in the sand, and avoided all the things he didn't want to think about.

If during the day, I can escape and suppress my fear by making jokes and pretending to be relaxed, then at night, this irresistible fear can no longer be suppressed.

Weidong felt that his last rational nerve had been broken by fear, and a surge of unreasonable depression and evil fire broke through the line of defense. Ke Xun always protects him and helps him. Their strength and fearlessness make him more vulnerable and humble. He can't stand the torture of this fear, nor can he stand being compared to himself who is so pitiful and powerless.

Weidong suddenly burst out.