Paintings of Terror

When the snow light outside the tent turned pale, Ke Xun knew that the Black Corpse Heaven had come.

Mu Yiran said that only when the Black Corpse Heaven descends, can the patterns on the roof of the tent be seen clearly with the light of snow. This is not wrong, because the light of snow has changed.

Ke Xun felt that he was a little behind the scenes. He had noticed the change of Xueguang at this moment since the first night he entered the painting, but he never thought about the strangeness of this change.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about introspection, just looking at the pale snow light, he moved the tent to look for the angle shown by the pattern on the top of the tent.

Mu Yiran was the first to enter his tent, and Ke Xun didn't speak to him, fearing to disrupt his memory of the patterns in his mind, he just silently moved aside to make room for him.

Mu Yiran raised his head and stared at the top of the tent without blinking, his pitch-black eyes were moving rapidly and slightly, obviously trying his best to record the pattern with his heart.

Ke Xun stared outside the tent, and the huge figure of Heishitian landed on the ground, walking slowly towards the tent group step by step.

In order to avoid being caught in a pot, the seven tents are not very close to each other, and a certain distance is maintained, but it is not beyond the range where everyone can maintain a high-speed sprint.

Before Heishitian reached the edge of the tent group, Mu Yiran left Ke Xun's tent and rushed into Weidong's tent.

Ke Xun stared closely at the figure of Heishitian, and saw that it was the first to walk towards the tent where Qin Ci was.

Mr. Geng rushed out of his tent, and rushed into Qin Ci's tent a few steps away.

Hei Shitian stopped, and turned to walk towards the tent where Sha Liu was.

Mu Yiran, who formed a group with Shaliu, was still in Weidong's tent, and the time was too short for him to write down the pattern on the top of the tent.

Ke Xun rushed out of his tent and ran to Sha Liu's tent.He didn't make a sound, because he wasn't sure if the sound would attract Heishitian's attention.

What made him happy enough was that Mu Yiran had such a tacit understanding with him—he stayed in Weidong's tent and continued to record the patterns inside.

Ke Xun thought, since Mu Yiran had memorized the pattern of his tent, he could not be in a hurry to go back, and first team up with Sha Liu and wait and see what happened.

At this time, the four occupied tents were all in groups of two, and all of them met the required number of people for tonight. Heishitian paused again and walked towards the tent of Mama Geng and her son.

Geng's father rushed out of Qin Ci's tent and ran to his tent just now, while Mu Yiran left Weidong's tent and entered Qin Ci's tent.

Hei Shitian turned around and walked towards Papa Geng's tent. Ke Xun acted as a firefighter again, ran out of Shaliu's tent, and entered Papa Geng's tent.

A thrilling race against death unfolded in this nearly silent, tense, frightening dark night, with one, two, or even three figures constantly shuttling among the seven tents at the same time, No one spoke, no one looked around, just staring at where he was going, sprinting with all his strength, desperately fighting for his life.

But in fact, everyone has become more and more nervous. No one is sure when the "God" boss of Heishitian will suddenly go berserk. It is also approaching minute by minute.

Everyone's hopes are betting on Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran has drilled through five tents, but obviously this is far from enough.He still needs to sort out the seven patterns printed in his mind, and then put them together.

It's easy to say, but all of this can only be done in the mind, and how difficult it is, let alone how complicated and difficult to remember the patterns on the seven tents, it is already a challenge not to confuse these patterns and memorize them wrongly. It is almost impossible to complete the task, and to simulate a jigsaw-like scene in the mind, and to piece together these seven patterns one by one, the test is not just memory.

When Mu Yiran was doing the arduous brain puzzle, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and their hearts were pounding like drums.During this period, everyone had to maintain a single tent at all times to attract the attention of Heishitian, so several people were running back and forth non-stop.

The double high mental and physical load made everyone exhausted very quickly, so that except for Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, the physical strength of the others dropped sharply, and their running speed became slower and slower.

Father Geng, the oldest, was the first to lose his support. His legs went limp, and he staggered and fell on the road between the two tents. Can get up.

Hei Shitian only needed two steps to get close, and his eight outstretched arms covered his hood like a big net bag.

Ke Xun rushed out, and arrived at the moment when Heishitian's giant hand grabbed Dad Geng, and pushed Dad Geng out. Ke Xun picked it up.

"Ke Xun!"

Ke Xun heard someone shout urgently.

It was a man's voice.Not Weidong, Weidong always just called him "Ke Er".It wasn't Qin Ci and Geng's father, they called him "Xiao Ke" or "Brother Ke".

Ke Xun was lifted up from the ground by the giant hand, and his perspective was forced to change quickly, but he still turned his head hard and found the person who called him.

"Goodbye." Ke Xun smiled at him with his eyes bent, and then waved his hand.

To die is to die passionately and arrogantly.

Turning around, Ke Xun looked up at the huge head above his head.

The eight-armed black corpse, with a dark complexion, huge eyes protruding out of the orbit, blood-red eyeballs, indigo blue pupils, flat and wide nostrils spew out long breaths, vermilion mouth split to the base of the ears, four huge pointed long The fangs bared out from the mouth, and the blood-red mouth opened, as if it contained a vast ocean of blood.

Finally at this moment, Ke Xun was fearless and relaxed. He even waved at it, and then greeted it with a smile: "With all due respect, Your Excellency is really ugly."

Maybe this Your Excellency has never seen a human sacrifice who didn't scream, struggle, or fear, and didn't "enjoy" Ke Xun immediately, but stared straight at Ke Xun's face with protruding bloody eyes.

Ke Xun was held in front of his face by it, and had to look at it, seeing something faintly trying to appear on this dark and ugly face.

what is itKe Xun opened his eyes and looked carefully, and he heard Mu Yiran's quick and urgent command voice on the ground under his feet: "Move the No. [-] tent to the left of No. [-] tent, No. [-] tent is to the east of No. Move to the west of tent number four..."

Heishitian's face was changing, two crescent-like eyebrows and a pair of slender, joyful and kind eyes faintly appeared on this black face.

It's the benevolent black corpse sky!

The benevolent Hei Shitian wants to show his appearance!

But it seems that its power is not enough, the face in front of it still looks like Heishitian in anger, and Heishitian, who is kind, is like an embryo that is constantly trying to break through the fleshy membrane on the surface, struggling to get along with it. Squeeze.

The wrathful Heishitian was finally enraged, with all eight arms spread out, dancing, writhing, grasping in the air, as if trying to crush all the forces in the world that are against it, it pinched Ke Xun with two fingers, and stretched its The huge mouth like a sea of ​​blood sent Ke Xun into his mouth!

It will eat him alive!

Ke Xun yelled, damn it—he would rather be dismembered in an instant than be reincarnated in the stomach of this thing, and eventually become a pile of god dung.Hastily reached out and hugged the fangs of Heishitian's mouth desperately, refusing to put anything into its mouth.

Heishitian stretched out his pointed, red, soft and long tongue. The tip of the tongue stuck out, hooked and rolled Ke Xun lightly, and pulled Ke Xun out of his teeth. Just when it was about to roll him into its mouth, Suddenly, Mu Yiran shouted heavily on the ground: "Turn over the tent!"

The black and red in front of Ke Xun's eyes were instantly covered by a burst of golden light. The light was so dazzling that he had to close his eyes tightly. Even so, his eyelids could not block the grand light. There was a rumbling sound, as if it came from the sky, it sounded holy and solemn, like a piece of heavenly music, the nose was suddenly filled with the aroma of flowers, herbs and spices, refreshing the body and mind, and opening the pores.

Amidst the holy music, the fragrance of flowers and the golden light, Ke Xun tried to open his eyes.

In front of his eyes, he could only see two huge, soft and beautiful lips. Something gently pinched him out from between the two lips. When the angle of view shifted, he saw that the dark and ugly angry face Hei Shitian had disappeared, and immediately In front of me is the majestic, joyful and benevolent Heishitian, with white jade-like skin and soft and moist facial features. Although there is still no life in the eyes, it can still make people feel peaceful.

Shan Xiang Hei Shitian carried him, turned his wrist slightly, and Ke Xun's face immediately faced the ground, but he saw that the seven tents had been turned upside down, like seven shallow bowls, and the patterns on the bottom of the bowls were completely assembled. became a whole picture.

On the painting, there is a string of Ganxiong characters made up of flowers, plants and flesh and blood. Ke Xun guessed that this string of characters is probably the signature of the artist Qiu Jian.

Mu Yiran said that the skull is considered to contain all the vitality and soul of a person.

Qiu Jian, a fanatical follower of the Satuo religion, engraved his entire vitality and soul in the form of his signature in the offering bowl offered to the gods, using himself as a sacrifice, devoutly offering sacrifices for his beliefs.

As for whether he believes in the Qing Sect, which regards evil as its god, or the Sata Sect, which regards righteousness as its god, it is probably a matter for the beholder to see benevolence and the wise to see wisdom.

In the overwhelming golden light, something that looked like a picture frame faintly appeared above the signature, and everyone filed out, and finally only Mu Yiran was left standing by the picture frame, looking up at Ke Xun.

Ke Xun only felt that the two fingers pinching his body loosened, and his whole body fell from mid-air. He thought that this time he might be embraced by the male god Princess Yiji, but Mu Yiran With a blank expression, he turned his body away, and let out the coordinates where he was going to land...

Returning from the painting to the third exhibition hall, everyone sat on the ground slumped, and no one spoke for a long time.

Ke Xun rubbed his body, which was almost broken, and turned his head to look at the wall where "Faith" was hung.

This is a typical painting of religious gods. Most of the space in the picture is occupied by a celestial statue of a benevolent black corpse. The body of the god is surrounded by petals, clouds, colored silk and various jewels. In the hands of the god, there is a A human skin painting.

On the human skin painting, it depicts an angry black corpse, wearing a skull crown, a human head chain around its neck, and a human skin cloak, holding a skull bowl with a fresh human brain in one hand, and a King Kong made of human bones in the other. A pestle, a human bone bracelet around the wrist, and in front of him are offerings made of various colors of flesh and blood, which are placed in bowls made of six skulls.

Ke Xun took a closer look and found that the head in the middle of the chain was Tan Zheng.The whole human skin used for the cloak is Ma Zhenhua.As for those human brains, human flesh and human bones, they may have come from Zhou Bin and Li Ziling.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Yiran stood beside him, lowering his eyelids condescendingly, looking at him lightly.

"No wonder I always feel cramped and depressing when I'm in the painting." Ke Xun pointed to the painting, "It turns out that this is a painting within a painting, and what we really enter is actually the one in the hands of Shanxiang Heishitian. A human skin painting."

"Damn it...we've been eating, drinking, and falling asleep in the human skin all this time?" Wei Dong was startled, and then turned his head, "Ugh——"

Before leaving the third exhibition hall, Qin Ci told Sha Liu and the Geng family the precautions, such as not mentioning the world in the painting to others, and entering the next painting on time according to the time and place indicated on the ticket that appeared in his pocket, etc. Wait.

Sha Liu staggered away with a pale face, and the three members of the Geng family stayed behind. Qin Ci said that he would introduce a psychologist to give the child some psychological counseling.

Ke Xun Weidong and Mu Yiran took a taxi to leave, Ke Xun was about to ask Mu Yiran whether to go to the hotel or leave by plane immediately, when he turned his head, he saw that Mu Yiran had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Thank you." Ke Xun smiled and said softly.

The third painting "Breaking Ground"