Paintings of Terror

"Suo Tuo Jiao." Mu Yiran's cold-textured voice carried a bit of remoteness and bitterness unique to snowy mountains.

Ke Xun confirmed his suspicion, but there were more questions: "Isn't the Satu teaching always based on persuading people to be good, helping the world and saving people, and seeing through the seven emotions and six desires, and perfect liberation as the doctrine? How can there be such things? "Existence? Is it possible that the world in the painting is not all terrifying things?"

"Suo Tuoism itself is a fusion of multiple religions," Mu Yiran said. "At the beginning of the eleventh century, many tribes have been formed one after another. And the spiritual system in the Suo Tuo cultural system is not only The God who is merciful and compassionate and saves all living beings. It also contains many pagan images and even demons. In the interpretation of the Suta doctrine, as long as it is a pagan image that is subdued by the Suta teachings, it can enter the Suta religious system. , And these demons can be driven by those with high cultivation level."

Ke Xun: "...I feel the ill will from the gods."

Mu Yiran looked at him and moved his lips: "If you know the time when this painting was completed, you might feel more profound."

"...Please try to speak tactfully," Ke Xun said.

The truth given by Mu Yiran was not euphemistic at all: "At that time, there were only churches, slave owners, and slaves in the area."

"..." Ke Xun smiled softly, "Isn't it what I thought?"

"From the texture and style of the clothes we wear, it is obvious that our role will not be a slave owner." Mu Yiran withdrew his gaze, "However, even if it is a believer in the sect, in that era, life and death could not be controlled. "

Ke Xun raised his hand and slowly put it on the top of his head: "...I heard that the skin-scraping torture used on slaves at that time was to slit the skin from the top of the head, then pour mercury into it, If you sink, you can directly take the entire human skin off the flesh, and you can live for a while...I'll go to Qin Ci."

He was about to get up.

"What are you doing?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

"Go and ask Dr. Qin if there is any good way to kill yourself without pain in one second," Ke Xun said, "I don't want to watch myself being stripped so much before I die."

Mu Yiran said lightly: "It's probably impossible for a second to be painless, but if you want to die, the gravel on the ground should help you."

Ke Xun was right to think about it. If it didn't work, he took a sharp stone and cut the artery on his neck. Although it hurt a little bit, it was better than peeling the skin.

I opened the tent curtain and picked up the snow from the distant mountains for a while, finally picked two thin stone pieces with sharp edges, and showed them to Mu Yiran: "Do you want it, I will give you a spare."

Mu stunned not to answer, and only faintly threw him a sentence: "Do it yourself."

Ke Xun smiled, took out his mobile phone from his clothes, and looked at the time. It was not the time limit for walking, so he got out of the tent, found the top where Weidong was, and gave him the stone piece: "Good thing I want to share it with my buddies."

"Huh?" Wei Dong asked.

"Suicide weapon." Ke Xun said and ran away.

"Fuck," Wei Dong scolded shudderingly, and put the stone in his arms, "Zhen Nima is my good brother, thinking of me for all good things."

Ke Xun concealed the curtain and asked Mu Yiran, "Do you have any ideas about how to break the game?"

Mu Yiran pondered: "Since the title of the painting is called "Faith", I think this bureau is related to religion. There are many branches of Suotuo religion, and the system of gods and demons is also very large. It is still a bit early to find a way to break the game."

Ke Xun lay on his back on the felt: "It seems that someone will probably confess here tonight."

Mu Yiran listened to his tone very calmly, and when he looked at his face, there was no fear, nervousness or dissatisfaction. With his head resting on his arms, he set up Erlang's legs, like lying on his own latex mattress.

Thinking of his bed, I couldn't help but think of the pictures of him in the closet in his bedroom and the pictures of him from childhood to age.

At that time, the little boy with curvy smiling eyes and bright smile probably never thought that his life would become like this when he grew up.

Without the parents who loved him, there is no warm room, and finally, even the life of a normal person is gone.

Time passed in silence, and the snow from distant mountains and peaks reflected the sky outside the tent. The tent shadows from far and near were printed on the tent, shaking slightly with the night breeze in the grassland.

If it is outside the painting, this is probably a calm and beautiful night.

Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked at the shadow on the tent.

He thought of the sky outside during the day. It was thrillingly blue, deep and deep, as if in the deepest part of the blue, squeezed against countless huge and strange things.

Ke Xun felt something was wrong.

In the daytime, even though the sun was dazzling, it seemed... I didn't see where the sun is, the light came from the sky, everywhere, there was no source of concentration and divergence.

If the light is not sunlight, grass, blue sky and snow-capped mountains, it would seem to be filled with a layer of lifelessness.

Ke Xun remembered that on the way back from Weidong's tent at that time, there seemed to be no stars in the night sky, only a dark patch.

I feel a little breathless thinking about it this way.

Obviously it should be the most transparent and clear place, but at this moment it is too depressive, making people almost suffer from claustrophobia.

Ke Xun gasped uncontrollably. The harder he got, the more he couldn’t breathe. The air entered the nose and mouth, but he couldn’t feel it flowing into the trachea. The lungs swelled desperately due to lack of oxygen. Open.

"Ke Xun!" Mu Yiran noticed the strangeness of Ke Xun and leaned over to stare at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Ke Xun could not speak, and opened his mouth desperately to breathe like a dying fish, but still couldn't breathe in any air.

Mu Yi frowned, staring at Ke Xun's body twisted and struggling due to the pain of suffocation. He suddenly turned over and pressed directly on him, forcibly controlling his tumbling movements, then stretched out his hand to cover his tightly. Snout.

Ke Xun stared at him with the eyes exposed out of his hand, and then slowly bent a shallow arc, lowering his eyelids.

Ke Xun thought he had died like this.

But it’s not bad to be able to die in Mu Yiran’s hands. It’s better than dying in the hands of those ugly monsters, and it’s better than trying to commit suicide. Looking back on karma, he said. Even if I owe myself a life, I will ask him for debts in my next life, instead of asking him to pay my life, just sell myself to myself.

Unexpectedly, he was thinking about it, and gradually he was breathing up again. The trachea that seemed to have been shielded just now finally regained the sense of existence. There were so many wisps of air coming in through the crevices of Mu Yiran's fingers, and kept getting in. In his lungs.

With the air, the painful lungs slowly improved, and the heavy and short gasps calmed down. Ke Xun opened his eyes and met Kong Mu's stunned eyes above his head.

Before he could see his eyes clearly, Mu Yiran had removed the hand covering his nose and mouth, and turned to sit aside.

Ke Xun took a few more cautious breaths, and found that his breathing was completely normal. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his face to look at Mu Yiran: "I thought you wanted to help me die quickly and let me suffer less."

Mu Yiran didn't look at him, but sat cross-legged, with eyes down: "If you want to die quickly, I can solve you in a second."

Ke Xun smiled and sat up, and touched the place he had just covered: "What happened just now? I suddenly felt suffocated. Could it be that the power has already begun?"

Mu Yiran finally glanced at him, expressionless: "You are just alkalosis caused by hyperventilation."

Ke Xun: "Please translate it into vernacular."

"Excessive breathing will reduce the carbon dioxide in the body, reduce the acidity in the blood, and increase the alkalinity, causing discomfort." Mu Yiran said coldly.

Ke Xun suddenly said: "That's why you covered me, increased my carbon dioxide content, and rebalanced the pH in the blood-amazing, worthy of a male god."

Mu Yiran ignored him, and closed his eyes cross-legged to calm himself. After a long time, he suddenly said, "What happened to you just now."

Ke Xun covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and continued to add carbon dioxide to himself, his voice muffled: "I just suddenly felt panicked, as if I was locked in a very narrow and stuffy box, and the sky is here. Heshan is actually made of models and paint in the box. There is no sense of reality. Even in the previous painting, the locust tree and the graveyard are no different from the real ones, but here, everything They all look very fake."

Mu Yiran opened his eyes slightly, staring at the blanket under him, as if lost in thought.

Without disturbing him, Ke Xun lay back aside, looking at the shadow imprinted by the snow on the tent.

For some time, Ke Xun suddenly discovered that these shadows that had been trembling slightly by the wind had become still.

Ke Xun stretched out his hand and gently touched Mu Yiran's knee, motioned him to look, and wanted to sit up, but was held by one hand by Mu Yiran, so he continued to lie down and stared at the shadow on the tent with him. .

The shadow didn't move, the snow light in the distant mountains became pale, and from pale to pale, all the voices in the world suddenly disappeared, and the silence seemed to have exhausted all the air.

Time passed in this vacuum-like atmosphere. Just as Ke Xun's eyes staring at the tent began to become sour, the shadow on the tent suddenly changed.

A dark, huge shadow slowly slid down from the sky, like a large drop of thick paint, squeezed from the sky slowly, viscous, and fatty, and slowly extended when it slipped into the air. Coarse twigs came out.

No, not branches, but eight arms and two legs, thick and fat, twisting and dancing in the air, like a crying and struggling baby after birth.

This huge shadow was constantly twisting in a strange posture and angle, and slowly fell to the ground, like a giant spirit god, with the sky above its head, the feet on the ground, and the thick and soft legs taking very uncoordinated steps. In this dead silence, there was a heavy and slow gasp like an obese patient.

The giant shadow slowly moved its bent legs among the tents, and the highest tent top only reached its knees. It didn’t rush, and stopped beside each tent, as if watching carefully and carefully. Pick.

Ke Xun saw this giant shadow staying next to Weidong's tent for ten minutes, and finally moved his legs again and walked towards this side.

It was getting closer and closer to him and Mu Yiran.

Ke Xun didn't know how to avoid this thing. There was no place in the tent that could block the body, and this time was obviously different from the previous painting. This thing seemed to be randomly selected.