Paintings of Terror

Qin Ci lowered his eyes, thinking and talking to himself: "It seems that we are going to usher in the death of one person or even several people tonight. Is there really nothing we can do..."

Mu Yiran said: "I don't know much about the culture of the Satuo religion, and my limited knowledge is only a few words from other people's oral introductions. I think, if you want to find the seal or avoid being hurt by that thing, It is still necessary to find a way to learn more about the related things of Sataism.

"And the difficulty lies in the fact that there are many branches of Sataism, and each branch sect has a set of doctrines and systems of gods and demons that are almost independent and separate from the religion, and sometimes even define each other in terms of doctrines and systems of gods and demons. Contrary to the setting, just like the existence of demons in this religion, but become gods in the branch, such cases are not common.

"Another example is this giant shadow. We speculate that it is the eight-armed black corpse, but in different branches, the eight-armed black corpse has different good and evil, and there are many kinds of images. In some branches, it is a female god. In some branches, it is also a Dharma protector, and in some branches, it is simply a human form during the day and an animal form at night.

"If we can't identify its genus, there's no way to target it, and I think that's the key to finding clues."

Sha Liu next to her opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated for a while, and then kept silent.

Everyone ate dinner like chewing wax, and Geng Ma didn't even eat a bite, crying silently.

Before dark, the middle-aged man came in and said, "Tonight there is a tent for every three people. Remember, there must be a tent for three people."

Everyone fell into silence.

Now there are nine people left. Although three people can share a tent evenly, it also indicates that three people will die tonight.

"Then," Qin Ci said in a low voice, "Brother Geng's family of three will have a tent, and we will share the rest."

"No! No, no!" Mama Geng cried out suddenly, pulled her child up, rushed to Ke Xun in a few steps, and pushed the child towards Ke Xun, "Young man, I beg you, let my son follow me tonight." You, okay? I beg you, it doesn’t matter if I die, I just hope my son can get out alive—boy, you have that spiritual power, I beg you, please protect my son, he is still young, he is still like this Little, you show kindness..."

Geng Ma said she was about to kneel down and kowtow to Ke Xun, but Ke Xun stopped her.

"Okay, let him follow me." Ke Xun looked down at the mother in front of him, remembering that he once had a mother who loved him as much as his life.

Ke Xun didn't speak any more, and looked away from the crying mother and son, looking at the darkened night sky outside the tent, the snow light from the distant mountains was reflected in his eyes, and as soon as the wind blew, the snow light faintly shimmered in his eyes. flashing.

Mu Yiran stood in the shadow of the snow and looked at him. The young man restrained his loose and playful attitude, his eyebrows were like seas, and his profile was like a peak.

"Brother Ke..." Sha Liu was about to talk to him, "Can I also..."

"Dongzi is also in my group." Ke Xun said lightly without turning his face towards her.

Sha Liu bit her lip and said nothing.

Ke Xun pulled the child over and asked Shang Weidong to walk outside the tent. When he passed by Mu Yiran, Ke Xun stopped and turned his head to look at him: "Sorry. Take care."

Mu Yiran didn't say anything.

Ke Xun had said long ago that if he had to choose between him and Weidong to live at a critical moment, he would choose Weidong.

Of course, Ke Xun also said that when it comes to life and death, Mu Yiran chooses to save himself and sacrifice Ke Xun, and he will never blame him.

For the remaining six people, Mu Yiran suggested that Geng's father and Geng's mother form groups with other people.

Father Geng was stunned for a moment before he realized that Mu Yiran's proposal was obviously to keep at least one of the couple, lest the thing happened to pick up the tent where the couple were, and the child would lose his parents all at once.

"Thank you." Geng's father whispered to Mu Yiran.

"No need." Mu Yiran's face was light, "I just don't want to see another person who hides family photos in the cabinet."

I don't want to see the second child who is forever missing a corner of his heart.

The remaining six people were finally separated by men and women, and each went to the small tent outside.

Before Mu Yiran was the last to enter the tent, he saw Ke Xun coming out of the tent next to him with the child and Wei Dong, directing them to pull the tent to this side.

Mu Yiran stood outside the tent and watched him until he saw him too.

"Guess what I thought," he smiled at him, his facial features were no longer as cold as mountains and seas, and the corners and ends of his eyes were curled up, "you said why don't we pull the tents closer? Three tents are close to each other. Now, the distance between the hearts is closer, how about it?"

Before Mu Yiran could speak, Shaliu from the tent a little further away poked his head out, a little horrified: "If you are like this, will you be implicated if you are too close? Everyone—it would be safer to stay far away."

"What she said seems to make sense," Ke Xun stopped and looked at Mu Yiran, "What do you think?"

Qin Ci's voice came from the tent: "I think it's better to be closer. Maybe I will trouble you to be a firefighter. If there is any danger on our side, come here and fight against that thing."

Qin Ci made a joke in pain, but Geng's father also agreed with Ke Xun's method. He was willing to be closer to his children. In case... in case that thing unfortunately chose Ke Xun's tent, he Even if you know that you are beyond your capabilities, you still have to fight that thing for the sake of your child.

Neither party objected, so Ke Xun and Weidong dragged the tent to the side of Mu Yiran's and the other's. The openings of the two tents were close to each other. As long as they leaned over, they could turn from one tent to the other. go.

Geng's mother in Shaliu's tent also wanted to get closer to her son, but she didn't know how Shaliu dissuaded her, so she stayed far away in the end.

Ke Xun let the child lie in the middle of the tent, with himself and Wei Dong on both sides. He was next to the tent door, and he could lift the curtains of the two tents with his hand, and saw that Mu Yiran was also on the side near the tent door.

It was not yet time to stop walking. According to past experience, there was no danger at this time. Ke Xun didn't want to lie down, so he sat up, pulled the two curtains aside, and Mu Yi, who was also sitting cross-legged, speak up.

"Do you really believe that my power of faith can fight against that monster?" Ke Xun rested his chin in one hand, his voice was hoarse because he lowered it, and it sounded like he was conniving at someone's wild imagination.

"Don't think that you can sit back and relax just now," Mu Yiran said in a cold voice, "Spiritual power is the same as potential. It doesn't burst out every moment, and it doesn't happen when you want to. It may depend on the opportunity, it may take Depending on your luck, you may only have one time in your life."

"You are so bad," Ke Xun sighed, "You just refuse to give me a loving encouragement. Maybe once you encourage me, I will have a big explosion and be able to last forever."

Wei Dong: "Hehe."

Ke Xun: "Shut up."

Qin Ci: "Xiao Ke, love and grief are the two ways to stimulate your potential the most. You can choose the one that suits you and give it a try."

Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran: "Look, love can stimulate potential, as the doctor said."

Mu Yiran stared at him coldly: "Pain can also stimulate potential, why don't you give it a try?"

Ke Xun: "Look at this tent, it's big and round, doesn't it look like an upside-down bowl?"

Ke Xun just changed the subject casually, but Mu Yiran's eyes froze suddenly, and he got up and stepped out of the tent.

Ke Xun hurriedly followed him out, and saw him walk a dozen steps away from the tent, and turned around to stare at the tent.

"Yes, it looks like a bowl." Ke Xun said.

"Maybe this is the bowl." Mu Yiran dropped the sentence and turned back to the tent.

Ke Xun didn't go back to his own tent, but followed Mu Yiran's tent. Four people crowded inside. Mu Yiran raised his head and was looking at the ceiling.

"I've also noticed the tops of these tents," Qin Ci said, "There are some complicated patterns on them, but most of them can't be seen clearly because they have faded over time. Does Xiaomu think there's something wrong?"

"The skull bowl mentioned by Sha Liu is indeed an important magic weapon of certain sects of the Satuo religion," Mu Yiran answered Qin Ci's words while staring at the tent, "The brain under the skull is believed to contain all the human body Soul power and vitality. Most of the gods in certain sects like to use skulls to hold fresh human brains, so that they can occupy human souls and vitality."

Qin Ci was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly touched the tent, then took a closer look, and said in surprise for a while: "This tent...is made of thin human bone skin! Could it be..."

"Skull?!" Papa Geng's expression was disgusted and disgusted.

"So we people are actually the food of that thing from the beginning," Ke Xun said, "The tent is a skull bowl, so aren't we the food in the bowl? The human brain and body are all in it. If the soul has a soul, To have vitality and vitality, there is also a pair of water."

"Then if we don't stay in the tent, can we not be food for that thing?" Dad Geng said quickly.

"Obviously not," Ke Xun said, "Li Ziling was not in the tent when he died."

Geng's father said sadly: "That's right, you can pick up and eat food that falls out of the bowl."

Mu Yiran didn't pay attention to what they said, and was always carefully distinguishing the patterns on the roof of the tent, but unfortunately, these patterns were really blurry.

Time was fleeting, and as the night was getting late, Ke Xun had no choice but to return to his tent and lie down near the curtain.

Turning sideways, looking at the opposite side separated by the two curtains, under the projection of snow light, the curve of Mu Yiran's profile looks like a steep and quiet mountain. Ke Xun couldn't help stretching out his finger, following his shadow on the tent outline.Starting from the forehead, it is a rounded arc, then sinks down to the slightly deep eye sockets, rises up and is tall, and is a straight nose, then sinks down suddenly, and the fingertips stop on two soft small arcs.

Seeing that Mu Yi suddenly moved, he hastily withdrew his hand, coughed a little guiltyly, and then answered in an attempt to cover up: "Have you put sacrifices in your tent?"

It was Qin Ci who answered: "No, nothing was released, but I think Sha Liu still left all the sacrifices."

Geng's father seemed to know this, and couldn't help being furious: "She is looking for death! She will kill my wife!"