Paintings of Terror

After Ma Zhenhua's death, the number of people has now become eleven. Regardless of whether the number of people in each tent is two, three, or four tonight, there will always be people left. , do not escape death!

What's more, there will be another unknown screening condition tonight, no one knows what kind of condition it is, no one knows whether they have triggered this condition unintentionally, no one knows what else they should do Things are not done.

Unknown and uncertain, formed a huge layer of fear, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Today's task during the day is still to find the sacrifice stipulated by the middle-aged man.

After breakfast, Mu Yiran, Ke Xun and Weidong set out on the road to the north.

There are continuous mountains in the north, and the peaks are covered with snow. The sunlight refracted by the snow is very dazzling. However, Ke Xun has carefully observed that this sunlight is actually the same as when it came on the first day. It is not real sunlight. It has no source, just It's just overwhelmingly scattered.

The blue sky above the head is still far away. Looking up, the depths of the sky that seem to be crowded with something huge seem to be more crowded and sinking than the first day, and the sky is getting closer to the ground.

Ke Xun was a little out of breath again.

This is really one of the things that made him feel particularly fucked-he actually suffered from claustrophobia on the emptiest and vast Ganxiong Plateau.

Ke Xun covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and his head also hurt suddenly.

"Ke Er?" Wei Dong noticed Ke Xun's strangeness, and hurried up to help him, "What's wrong? Morning sickness?"

Ke Xun: "...Your uncle, believe it or not, I spit amniotic fluid all over your face."

"Look at this little face is so pale," Wei Dong couldn't help worrying when he saw Ke Xun's face, and raised his voice to call Mu Yiran who was walking in front, "Boss, Ke Er seems to have altitude sickness."

Mu Yiran turned his head to take a look, turned around and walked over, looked at Ke Xun's face, and said lightly, "Either stop and rest, or go back."

"You want to go by yourself?" Ke Xun looked at him.

"Time waits for no one." Mu Yiran said.

"Just take it easy, give me 2 minutes." Ke Xun bent down and panted lightly.

"I heard that altitude sickness makes people inhale oxygen," Weidong said, "We don't have an oxygen bottle now, so why don't we just infuse oxygen artificially?" He glanced at Mu Yiran as he spoke.

Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "It's not altitude sickness, it's a psychological problem that causes a physiological stress reaction, just adjust yourself."

He turned around and continued walking forward.

"It's really ruthless." Wei Dong whispered to Ke Xun.

"It's better than you being unreasonable." Ke Xun straightened his waist, "Don't mess around."

"I'm not used to making trouble out of no reason. You have to blame yourself." Wei Dong said, "What psychological problem do you have? How did it lead to physical agitation?"

Ke Xun: "...God damn violent, can you respond to physiological stress?"

Weidong: "So why did you have a physical reaction?"

Ke Xun: "...Fuck."

"Do you have the feeling," Ke Xun pointed at the top, "the sky and the earth are very close together? And the sky is very impenetrable, like an iron plate painted with blue paint, pressing down hard."

Wei Dong raised his head to look at the sky, and shook his head hesitantly: "I don't feel that much, it looks very lofty today, but if you look at the aesthetics of the painting, the painting today is actually quite ordinary, without a sense of hierarchy , as if the blue paint was applied in a flat layer, and it was not evenly applied, with dark patches and light patches, I suspect that this is a problem with the texture of the canvas."

"Really. I always feel that we are locked in a very small space." Ke Xun stared at the sky, and suddenly had an illusion, as if something was staring at him outside the sky.

While talking, the two chased after Mu Yiran. He walked very fast, and even though the mountain road was rough, it didn't affect his speed at all.

Turning around a few peaks, there is another piece of gravel, a small river flowing down from the snow-capped mountains meanders along, and the banks of the river are full of vegetation and wild flowers.

"This is like a paradise, where there is no horror atmosphere." Weidong said.

"No?" Ke Xun looked at the bright scenery in front of him, "I think it's scary."

"What's so scary?" Wei Dong asked.

"Bright horror." Ke Xun said, "Don't you think the colors of all the scenery in front of you are too bright?"

"What's so strange about this is that things are clear in a place without pollution." Wei Dong said, "Besides, this is a painting, and the clear scenery may be because the colors of the original painting are bright."

"But compared with the last painting, this painting is too obvious," Ke Xun said, "In my unprofessional words, it feels like I used too much force, which makes these scenes look It's so fake, whether it's the sky, mountains, rivers, or these stones and weeds, it's so fake, so it's scary."

Wei Dong scratched his head: "Your fear is so strange, I can't feel it anymore."

While the two were talking, Mu Yiran slowed down, even stopped, and bent over to study the vegetation by the river.

"Your male god seems to like flowers and plants very much." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun rubbed his chin, and was about to speak, when he raised his eyes, he found a few figures shaking in the distance when he came.

After looking intently for a while, I found that it was Qin Ci who brought Sha Liu and Li Ziling, followed by Zhou Bin and Zhao Dan, and finally the three members of the Geng family, all coming in this direction.

"It looks like this group of people are planning to hang out with us." Wei Dong said.

"No, I want to hang out with Mu Yiran." Ke Xun twitched his lips, "Excellent people will be followed wherever they go."

Mu Yiran studied the kung fu of flowers, plants, and grass. Qin Ci and others had already walked in front of him and said hello. Qin Ci asked, "Xiao Mu walked this way all the way, did he already have any clues?"

The others stared at Mu Yiran together.

Now every suspected clue will be regarded as a life-saving straw by everyone, desperately trying to catch it.

Seeing that Mu Yiran didn't speak in time, Zhou Bin stepped forward and stared at him: "I advise you not to hide your secrets, we people can only leave here as soon as possible if we work together. I believe you will also I don’t like people like Ma Zhenhua. None of us like him. You must know why. Ma Zhenhua is too selfish. Selfish people will be abandoned by most people sooner or later. I don’t think you want to be abandoned That one. The tents will be redistributed tonight, your decision is related to whether you can be maintained by other people, I hope you will think about it carefully."

Ke Xun listened and laughed: "It seems that you are the most selfless person, but I don't know if the taste of embracing human flesh alone last night is good or not. The feeling of watching the 'selfish' Ma Zhenhua being taken out for skinning, is it? Do things hurt their kind, or do rabbits die and foxes grieve?"

Zhou Bin's face trembled when he heard these words, and he rushed towards Ke Xun with clenched fists, Ke Xun easily dodged, and stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhou Bin's arm: "Your girlfriend is here, I will give you You save some face, but I also have something to say before: Please be more polite to others in the future, no one owes you, and your threats are not important at all, everyone will defend it, only capable people, not just Someone who speaks harsh words."

The flesh on Zhou Bin's face trembled even more, but with Ke Xun holding his arm immobile with one hand, he knew that he was not his opponent at all.

When Ke Xun let go, Zhou Bin did not pester him any longer, but just stared at him with a sullen face, and then at Mu Yiran, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, my words just now were ugly, but my words were harsh. It’s not rough, anyone who has any ideas and clues is best to speak out, hiding it and only you know it, it’s useless at all, you can indeed do nothing, but sometimes inaction is equivalent to counteraction, see death Not saving is equivalent to assisting in murder, don’t you think?”

Li Ziling nodded subconsciously, while the rest remained silent.

Mu Yiran finally spoke, with a cold voice: "I really didn't plan to say it, because the clues I deduced may not save people, but will harm them. But since you think it's good for you to say it, then I also It can meet your requirements. It’s just that what I said above is just an objective inference based on the facts. It is not guaranteed to be correct, and I am not responsible for your lives. How to judge and deduce it is up to you to decide.”

"Yes," Zhou Bin sneered, "I accept your disclaimer."

"You can also choose not to listen." Ke Xun looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Let's talk about it," Qin Ci said, "The benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom. It is for reference only. It is an individual who makes the decision."

"Then let's talk as we walk." Mu Yiran didn't stop, and walked north.

A group of people followed around, and Mu Yiran said, "My first guess is that the thing that we choose to kill every night is the demon god of a certain sect of Sadoism. "

Qin Ci nodded: "I also have doubts about this, since that person asked us to prepare sacrificial items, and according to last night, at least all those who prepared the sacrificial offerings by themselves escaped death, which means that we The sacrifices prepared are useful and correct. The types of sacrifices, such as human flesh, such as male sperm and female blood, are all biased, which proves the essence of this thing, it is not an upright god or Buddha, but a demon or ghost."

Mu Yiran went on to say: "There are several major branches and several sub-branches of Sadoism. Each sect has different doctrines and gods. I am not sure which branch of the demon god this thing belongs to, but if If it is really a demon god, it is usually recorded in the scriptures and scriptures of some branches of the Satuo religion, and it is used to enshrine the fierce gods of anger and demon gods. There are indeed some evil and even bloody things, then we Dom, Gala, and Dangka, whose meanings are unknown, might they be similar."

Everyone suddenly realized that Zhou Bin couldn't help interjecting: "Even if we know that they are evil things, we don't know what they refer to."

Geng's father, one of the three members of Geng's family, suddenly said: "I also have a clue, I don't know if it's right. About the eight arms... When our family traveled abroad last year, we saw it in the local Satuo Temple. I haven't been able to remember what it's called, but when I mentioned the angry face just now, I suddenly remembered that it seems to be called... the Black Corpse Heaven."