Paintings of Terror

Qin Ci said: "Now we have got the Wuhuilu, Wugong Meat, Licens and Lamps, and the rest is the offering bowl and the things that the local nouns refer to. It's a pity that I went to the villagers in the morning. Ask, they all speak the local language and they really cannot communicate."

"Indeed," Sha Liu nodded in agreement, "It took a lot of effort when we went to ask Wuhuilu, and it was only through gestures that the other party understood."

Everyone put what they had already got in the tent, and saw that Wugong meat was very stale bad meat, including beef, lamb, horse meat, bird meat, fish, donkey meat, dog meat, and even wolf meat. .

"Although I don't know which five kinds of Wugong meat refer to, but with so many kinds of meat, you can always meet the five kinds of meat." Qin Ci said.

Sha Liu stopped talking and stopped talking. Qin Ci saw it and asked her what she wanted to say. Sha Liu hesitated, but finally said, "I am a little worried. There may be... human flesh in Wu Gong meat. ."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Qin Ci looked at her: "Why do you say that?"

Sha Liu said: "Since the big flesh in Wuhuilu refers to human flesh, why doesn't the flesh in Wugong flesh refer to human flesh?"

This made everyone silent for a while.

Zhou Bin said with an unpleasant expression: "I think there is a high possibility of human flesh. You see, what these Five Wisdom Lus are, they all have something to do with people, and as far as I know, this place was in the era of slavery. It seems to be sacrificed by humans."

"But where are we going to get human flesh?!" Ma Zhenhua stepped back in panic.

Everyone fell silent again.

After a long time, Zhou Bin suddenly raised his eyes and asked Xiang Qin Ci: "I remember you said that in this painting world, only those of us are real people from the real world, right?"

Everyone didn't know what he wanted to say, they all stared at him vigilantly, and Qin Ci nodded slowly.

A trace of decisive cruelty was drawn across Zhou Bin’s face, and he gritted his teeth and pointed to the direction of the village: "That is to say, those people are not real people, so if we want to get human flesh, we can use theirs--since we are in In the painting, they are all human beings, so their flesh is of course human flesh, and even if we kill them, it is not really killing people. This is-it's like a holographic game, what you kill is just a real person, etc. Gao’s virtual character is not a real person, so there is no need to have any psychological burden—what do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other. The mother of a family of three, who had been covering the child's ears with her hands, could not help but said, "But... but they are in the world in this painting. After all, they are all living in this world. people……"

"I said that this is a painting, and it's not the real real world," Zhou Bin was a bit angry at everyone. "Just for your Virgin's heart, do we all die here?!"

The child's father, Dad Geng, frowned: "Be careful when you speak!"

Zhou Bin stared at him fiercely: "How is it, I don’t make sense? Don’t hold us back if your family counsels you. If you think your Holy Father and Mother Mother is troubled, then don’t use us to get it. Human flesh, let’s take care of our own things!"

Dad Geng wanted to say something more. After being pulled by Mommy Geng, he closed his mouth and said nothing.

Zhou Bin looked at the others and asked calmly, "What do you think? Do you want to get human flesh? Just express your opinion!"

Seeing that everyone still did not respond, Zhou Bin simply asked them one by one, and glared at Ma Zhenhua first: "You said, do you want to get human flesh? If you want it, you can join me. If you don't want it, you can't complete the task and you can't do without painting. Don't regret it, the human flesh I obtained myself will not be shared with others."

Ma Zhenhua's lips trembled for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence: "I want to..."

Zhou Bin chased after him, "Then join me and go get it with me?"

Ma Zhenhua struggled with pain for a long time before finally nodding.

Zhou Bin didn't want to ask the girls, so he asked Xiang Weidong: "Where are you?"

Wei Dong answered quickly: "I'll follow him." A pointed at Ke Xun.

Zhou Bin stared at Ke Xun.

This kid gave him a very bad impression, a sloppy look, apart from being close to people surnamed Wei and Mu, alienated and indifferent to others, occasionally he looked a little bit awkward, and very irritable.

Just asked him coldly: "You?"

Ke Xun was still under-sampling, a little loose, a little indifferent, and a little bit awkward: "You can do it yourself."

Zhou Bin said coldly: "Then you remember, I won't share the human flesh with others."

Ke Xun shrugged senselessly and greeted Wei Dong: "Tongzi, let's go, don't waste time."

Then he left the tent.

Wei Dong followed out and turned to look at the tent: "Are you not waiting for your male god? What if he chooses to be with Zhou Bin..."

"He won't," Ke Xun stopped, sitting on a large rock, looking at the tent, his eyes fixed, "Even if human flesh is really needed, I believe he must have a way to get it without killing."

Wei Dong looked at Mu Yiran, who came out of the tent unhurriedly, and kicked Ke Xun's calf: "You said, if he knows that you trust him blindly, will he be so moved? what?"

Ke Xun smiled, stood up and waved at Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran glanced towards this side blankly, turned his head and walked in the other direction.

Weidong: "..."

Looking at his poor **** brother again, the guy slapped his **** unscathed and ran over there, calling him: "Tongzi, keep up."

It's so pitiful, Wei Dong thought, **** fans and goddesses are harder than those of the opposite sex.

When the three of them entered the village below the hillside again, Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran: "Everyone else agrees to Zhou Bin's proposal to kill people and get meat?"

"After all, it seems that the claim that human flesh is included in Wugong meat is more credible," Mu Yiran said lightly. "In the face of survival, people often make choices beyond their imagination."

"That girl named Zi Ling also agreed?" Wei Dong felt weird.

Mu Yiran didn't bother to answer this question, so he just picked Zuotuo Temple and walked in.

In the morning, Mu Yiran only stayed outside. This time he came in, walked straight to a cultivator in the temple, dressed up, saluted, and said: "Dom, Gala, Dangka?"

These words were mentioned by the middle-aged man, who wanted everyone to prepare ritual supplies.

Dom and others seemed to be transliterated, even if the pronunciation was inaccurate, after Mu Yiran said it several times, the practitioner finally understood it. First, he shook his head, said a few words in the local language, and then pointed to the north.

Mu Yiran saluted again and came out of the temple, and the three of them turned north.

To the north are the rugged and steep peaks, which seem infinite at first glance. Mu Yiran stood high and looked at the distance for a while, with a solemn expression: "Today is too late. We need to set off early to walk back and forth, and rush before dark. come back."

It is already the afternoon, and if you go north now, you will definitely not be able to rush back before dark, then the consequences of waiting for them will undoubtedly die.

Wei Dong shuddered: "So, it is impossible for us to gather the sacrifices required by the mission today. Does this mean...tonight, we are likely to...will be picked and killed by that monster? dead?"

The three of them didn't go back to the house, they searched all the way, and then went to the nearby villages to look for clues.

It is a village, but it is just a small community of tribes made up of low-rise brick houses, tents, and Suotuo Temple built of a mixture of mud and grass.

There are almost more Suotuo temples than residential buildings. There are three steps for a small temple, and five steps for a large temple. Looking around, in addition to practitioners, there are villagers with shabby clothes and thin faces, no matter what. Men and women, old and young, rich and poor, here, all of them are devout followers of the Sātuo Sect.

"Faith is probably the most powerful spiritual force in the world." Mu Yi suddenly said lightly.

"Oh? What is your belief?" Ke Xun turned his face to look at him.

Mu Yiran did not answer.

Ke Xun used the thumb and index finger of both hands to compare the shape of a picture frame: "Art?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him and threw him a word blankly: "Money."

"It's a coincidence," Ke Xun squeezed his thumb and index finger along the way, making a gesture that looked like counting money but also like showing heart. "My faith is also money."

Coincidentally, your uncle, Wei Dong heard him poking his lips next to him. If you open a gym for ten and a half months, you don’t even look at it. I come to you for one to two thousand, and occasionally three to four thousand. I think you will lose all the money your father left for you.

Before dark, the three of them returned to the big tent. Seeing that the others were already there, all of them paled, and their eyes were horrified.

Ke Xun glanced, and saw a few fresh blood stains dripping from the rag on the ground, following the direction of the blood stains, and landing on a crock in the corner.

A few strands of thick bloodshot fell on the outer edge of the jar, and the lid was tightly closed, but it was possible to guess what was inside.

"Congratulations on you." Ke Xun threw Zhou Bin expressionlessly.

Zhou Bin did not speak. He squatted there holding his head in his hands and pulled his hair vigorously. Zhao Dan's eyes were red and swollen beside him, and he couldn't help shaking.

No one squeaked, and there was dead silence in the tent.

For dinner, only Ke Xun, Wei Dong, Mu Yiran, and Qin Ci ate some, and the others did not move their mouths. Li Ziling even ran out and vomited twice.

After eating, the middle-aged man entered the tent and said to everyone: "Tonight, there is a tent for every three people. Don't run around outside. Remember, there must be a tent for three people."

He said he was about to go out, but Ke Xun stepped forward and stopped: "Let me ask, what does Gala mean?"

"Gala is Gala, why do you ask?" The middle-aged man's white and black eyes fixed on Ke Xun's face, "Who are you? Why don't you know Gala? Who are you! Are you a ghost? The spy sent?!"

Ke Xun finally discovered that whether it was in the previous painting or this painting, the characters in the painting seemed to default to themselves as people in their world at the beginning, and once they asked some questions they thought they shouldn’t ask. , It will immediately arouse suspicion.

It's like, some terrible things have been mixed into the crowd with blind eyes. Once you see through it and then say it, that thing will immediately violent and do terrible things to you.

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Ke Xun kept aside, "I just want to talk to you on a topic.

"What are you talking about!" The middle-aged man stared at him fiercely, "You better be honest, otherwise I will go to the elder to file a complaint!" He stepped out of the tent angrily.