Paintings of Terror

As Father Geng said, he was about to get up and rush out, but Qin Ci hurriedly held him down: "It's too late, you can't go out, they are far away, you can't come back!"

Geng's father struggled and roared angrily, and Ke Xun heard the little boy beside him sob uncontrollably.

Ke Xun sat up: "I ran fast, I went over and threw away their sacrifices." He lifted the curtain and stepped outside the tent.

"It's too late." Mu Yiran leaned out and grabbed him.

"Let me try," Ke Xun looked at him, "Even if that thing comes, I think I can save at least one of them. Didn't Doctor Qin take advantage of it to kill Zhou Bin last night and hide it behind Zhao Dan's back?" Have you escaped, I think that thing can't be distracted to take care of other things when killing people, let me try."

"Then there are only two people left in your tent? What if that thing comes to your tent first?" Father Geng was worried about his wife, but he was also worried about his children.

Ke Xun noticed that the hand that Mu Yiran was holding on to him was loosened, and he slipped out of his hand suddenly, and while running towards the tent where Geng Ma was, Ke Xun threw down a sentence: "Yi Ran, you are by the tent, play by ear, between the two tents Try switching back and forth!" He ran away in an instant.

"Yiran"? ... Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun's back with cold eyes and said nothing.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Qin Ci comforted the anxious father Geng while strenuously pressing down on him.

Mu Yiran turned his face and stared at Qin Ci: "Is there any part of my face that seems to be worried."

Qin Ci: "..." Why did you suddenly get angry.

Ke Xun sprinted to the tent where Geng Ma was, opened the curtain, and asked Sha Liu, "Where's the sacrifice? Throw it away!"

Sha Liu was terrified: "You can't throw it, you will die, don't hurt us..."

Ke Xun said coldly: "Didn't Mu Yiran say that keeping these things is fatal!"

Sha Liu cried anxiously: "He also said not to interfere with our choice, you have no right to control our life and death, understand!"

"Is it 'you''s choice or your personal choice?" Ke Xun said as he squeezed into the tent, looking for sacrifices.

Sha Liu rushed to the corner of the tent, blocked the front with her body, and screamed in shock and anger: "What right do you have to do this! You are harming people, you will kill us, you are killing people!"

Ke Xun stopped, ignored Sha Liu, and only looked at Geng Ma who was at a loss: "Brother Geng is worried about you. He thinks that sacrifices should not be placed in the tent. What do you think?"

Before Geng Ma could answer, Sha Liu quickly grabbed her shoulders and said anxiously: "Sister-in-law, think about it, isn't Brother Geng not offering sacrifices? If there is no sacrifice, there will always be one between you and the elder brother who will survive, but if you don’t want the sacrifice, and the person who is selected this time is the one who has no sacrifice, wouldn’t you and the elder brother have to—— Since both of them are likely to be selected, wouldn’t it be a wiser choice to try to keep one alive? Think about it, sister-in-law! Even if it’s not for you, think about it for your children!”

Geng Ma was still hesitating at first, but after hearing Sha Liu's last words, she finally made up her mind, and looked at Ke Xun with tears in her eyes: "Young man, leave me alone, go back to the tent quickly, tell my family, You must protect the child..."

Ke Xun frowned, and Sha Liu pushed him away anxiously when he saw this: "Hurry up, don't force others to make unwilling choices! The Black Corpse Day is coming soon, and you will cause us to be arrested because the number of people does not meet the regulations. The chosen one, let's go!"

Geng's mother also urged with tears in her eyes: "Come on, young man, my son... Your tent is missing one person, it's too dangerous, please, please, just treat it as selfish, please, for my son, hurry up!" let's go!"

Ke Xun gritted his teeth, turned around and left the tent, but the scene in front of him was different from what he saw when he came, but he could feel it. There was no wind, everything was still like a painting, and the snowy light of the distant mountains became Pale and pale, the sky above his head seemed to be filled with thick ink, swollen and drooping, and it was about to drip down.

Ke Xun ran wildly, the dense darkness above his head was overwhelming, the feeling of suffocation came again, he couldn't inhale the air, so he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but this time Mu Yiran's method didn't work, he got more and more The more oppressed, the chest seemed to be supported by something, and the pain was splitting.

A huge drop of thick black juice slid down from the sky, and in the process of falling, it biochemically produced two legs as thick as heavenly pillars, then a body, and then arms, one, two, and three, slowly differentiated, and began to twist and wave .

This thing looks bigger than yesterday, its skin is dark and rough, densely covered with spell-like textures, so densely packed that it makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

However, Ke Xun could no longer care about any lumps at the moment, he sprinted towards his tent with great effort in the painful feeling of suffocation, his chest became more and more swollen, his heartbeat became more and more violent, and his steps became softer and weaker.

Just when he was about to fall down a few meters in front of his tent, he saw Mu Yiran quickly running over from the tent, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and carried him back like a Shar Pei dog. tent.

Ke Xun lay down in his tent, panting heavily.

Although the smell in the tent is not very pleasant, it can still be regarded as having air.

It was only then that Ke Xun realized that these tents were like small enchantments. That thing called Heishitian was not because it couldn’t take care of other people who ran outside the tents when killing others, but because it didn’t need No matter, as long as people stay outside the tent, they will suffocate to death in a short time.

Ke Xun finally sucked enough air into his lungs, and stared out of the tent with his eyes open. The huge figure of that thing had been completely printed on the tent skin. A tent next to each other approached.

Will it choose the man in those two tents?

Ke Xun wanted to activate his thoughts, but this thing is not a small universe, and he is not Saint Seiya. In addition to the suffocation just now, he is still dizzy, his will is a little lax, and he can't concentrate at all.

Watching the giant shadow step by step to the edge of the two tents, the huge head was slowly pressed down, hanging above the top of the tents, and the eight arms twisted around his body like Medusa's snake hair.

Ke Xun stared closely at the top of the tent, watching the giant shadow slowly stretch out an arm, and stretched it down towards the tent next to it.

Ke Xun suddenly clenched his fist, and then loosened it again. The hand leaning on the side of the tent door poked out from the crack of the curtain, and directly penetrated into the next tent curtain.

Mu Yiran was lying by the tent door, Ke Xun's hand reached out and touched his arm.

His fingertips slid down his arm, and then he grabbed his hand firmly.

I felt Mu Yiran's body stiffen slightly, and the gripped hand moved, but Ke Xun didn't want to let go, so he squeezed it tightly, thinking that if the giant shadow took Mu Yiran out, He just held this hand, with him.

Ke Xun was taken aback by his sudden thought.

Okay...how about simply admiring and fanning him honestly?

The giant shadow crouched on the top of the tent, panting and observing for a long time, then suddenly moved its huge body, and came to the tent of the three of Ke Xun.

This time, its arms stretched out to the top of the tent and stopped, its five fingers stretched out, and its nails scratched the tent skin, making a trembling sound like scraping bones.

——It finally chose this tent? !

The little boy caught between Ke Xun and Wei Dong cried, but tried to hold back his voice, his thin body twitched and trembled all over.

Ke Xun embraced him with the other arm, and pressed his head into his arms.

Suddenly I can't remember when was the last time I was hugged by my father, maybe it was seven or eight years old, maybe three or four years old.

Their father and son, just like the father and son in many Chinese-style families, have always been stingy with expressing their emotions to each other, and as they grow older, the feelings they express to their father seem to have become a very shameful feeling. matter.

So until now, Ke Xun is regretting it.

He regretted that when the person he loved the most was still alive, he never said "I love you" to them.

Some regrets can be made up, and some regrets can only be a regret forever.

Ke Xun, more than anyone else, likes to leave no regrets.

He held the child in his arms tightly with one hand, and still held Mu Yiran's hand with the other.

The back of Mu Yiran's cool hand made his fingertips a little hot.

His hands are warm all year round, even when he is nervous, afraid, sad, or even facing death, he will never get cold.

Ke Xun flicked his fingertips and wrote gently on the back of Mu Yiran's hand.

The sound of the giant shadow scraping against the roof of the tent became louder and sharper, as if it could break into the tent in the next moment, and cut open the chest of this daring human being with sharp nails.

Death is near.

【I like you. 】

Ke Xun wrote.

Mu Yi in the nearby tent didn't move at all, motionless, as if ignoring him.

The daring human smiled and continued to write with his fingertips.

【I know, you are also crooked. 】

This time, Ke Xun felt Mu Yiran's body froze slightly and imperceptibly.

Ke Xun said that his intuition has always been accurate.

What's more, the same kind always has a keen sense of smell for the same kind.

Ke Xun withdrew his fingertips, looked up at the bizarre scene above his head, but his mood was inexplicably relaxed and calm.

Since what you believe in is freedom and willfulness, then you should live happily and frankly when you are alive, and die passionately and arrogantly when you can't live.

The time seemed to be passing slowly at 0.1 times the speed, and the giant shadow was still digging at the roof of the tent, while sticking the giant face on it, looking into the tent.

Ke Xun stared at the roof of the tent, the snow light and the darkness cast by the giant shadow intertwined and swayed, as if playing an old silent movie.

Why is there no source of light during the day?So scattered, spreading in all directions.

Only at night like this, the light is only reflected from the snow-capped mountains, slanting on the tent, there are shadows on the tent, there is Mu Yiran's perfect profile silhouette, and there is also the nausea of ​​this eight-armed monster giant shadow.

Ke Xun's heart suddenly moved: light and shadow, the things seen outside during the day seem to have no shadows, because the light is very scattered, diffused from various places, and there are no shadows even under people's feet. This is of course unscientific, after all, it is In the painting, why is it there at night?

Is it... a hint?