Paintings of Terror

Qin Ci looked down, thinking and muttering to himself: "So it seems that we will have the death of one or even a few people tonight, is there really no way..."

Mu Yiran said: "I don't know much about the culture of Suotuo, and I have limited knowledge, and I only listen to a few words that others have verbally introduced. I think, if I want to find the seal or avoid being hurt by that thing, We still need to learn more about the related things of Suotuo teaching.

"And the difficulty lies in the fact that there are many branches of Satuism. Each branch sect has a set of doctrines and gods and demon systems that are almost independent and separate from this religion. Even in terms of doctrine and gods and demon systems, sometimes they define each other. Contrary to the hypothesis, it is like the existence of a demon in this religion, but it has become a **** in the branch.

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

"If we can't clarify its genus, there is no way to target it. I think this is the key to finding clues."

Sha Liu next to her opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a while before she said nothing.

Everyone ate dinner like chewing wax, and Geng's mother did not eat a bite, and cried silently.

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

Everyone fell silent.

Now there are nine people left. Although three people and a tent can be divided equally, it also indicates that it is very likely that three people will die tonight.

"So," Qin Ci said in a low voice, "Big Brother Geng's family of three sets up a tent, and we divide the rest."

"No! No, no!" Geng's mother suddenly cried, pulled her child up, rushed in front of Ke Xun a few steps, and pushed the child towards Ke Xun, "Young man, I beg you, let my son follow tonight. You, okay? I beg you, it’s okay if I die, I just hope my son can go out alive-young man, you have that mental power, I beg you, please protect my son, he is still young, he is still like this Little, you show kindness..."

Geng Ma said that she would kneel down and kowtow to Ke Xun, but was stopped by Ke Xun.

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

Ke Xun did not speak any more. He turned his eyes away from the crying mother and son, and looked at the darkened night sky outside the tent. The snow from the distant mountains reflected in his eyes. As soon as the wind blew, the snow light was slightly in his eyes. Flashing.

Mu Yiran stood looking at him in the shadows where the snow could not reach the light. He condensed the sloppy joking attitude of the young man, his eyebrows were like the sea, and his face was like a peak.

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

"Tongzi is also with me." Ke Xun spoke lightly without turning her face.

Sha Liu bit her lip and said no more.

Ke Xun pulled the child and told Shang Weidong to go outside. When he passed in front of 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 it came to life and death and needed him to choose between him and Wei Dong to live, he would choose Wei Dong.

Of course, Ke Xun also said that when it came to life and death, he Mu Yi chose to save himself and sacrifice him Ke Xun, and he would never blame him.

For the remaining six people, Mu Yiran suggested that Geng's parents and Geng's mom should form separate groups with others.

Dad Geng was stunned for a moment to understand that Mu Yiran's proposal was obviously to save at least one of the couple, lest the thing happened to pick the tent where the couple was, and the child would lose both parents suddenly.

"Thank you." Dad Geng said to Mu in a low voice.

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

I don't want to see the second child, who is always missing a corner in his heart.

The remaining six people were finally separated by men and women and walked towards the small tent outside.

Before Mu Yiran was the last one to enter the tent, he saw Ke Xun taking the child and Wei Dongzheng out of the nearby tent, directing the two of them to pull the tent here.

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

"Guess what I thought of," he smiled at him, his facial features and cheeks are no longer as cold as mountains and seas, and the corners and tails of his eyes curled up. "Why don't you say why don't we pull the tent closer? Three tents just got stuck. Now, the distance between the soul is closer, how about it?"

Without waiting for Mu Yiran to speak, Sha Liu in the tent a little far away poked her head out, a little horrified: "You are like this, will you be implicated if you are too close? What if the thing goes in the two tents? Everyone-it's better to stay far and safer."

"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’ll have to bother you to be a firefighter. If we are in danger, come over and confront that thing temporarily.”

Qin Ci made a joke when he was happy, but Dad Geng also agreed with Ke Xun's method. He was willing to get closer to his children, in case...in case that thing unfortunately chose Ke Xun's tent, he Even if he knows he can't help himself, he still has to fight that thing for the child.

Both sides did not object, Ke Xun and Weidong dragged the tent to the tent of the three of Mu Yiran. The openings of the two tents were close to each other. As long as they leaned forward, they could jump from this tent into that tent. go with.

Geng's mother in Sha Liu's tent also wanted to get closer to her son, but she didn't know how to dissuade her, so she eventually stayed far away.

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

When the time was not yet forbidden, according to past experience, there was no danger at this time. Ke Xun didn’t want to lie down, so he sat up and raised the two tent curtains aside, with Mu Yi who was also sitting cross-legged. Then speak.

"Do you really believe that the power of my faith can fight that monster?" Ke Xun rested his chin with one hand, and his voice was muted because of lowering it. It sounded like indulging in someone's imagination that day.

"Don't think that you can sit back and relax," Mu Yiran's voice was cold. "Spiritual power is the same as potential. It doesn't erupt all the time, nor does it erupt if you want to erupt. It may depend on opportunities or Depending on luck, you may only have one time in your life."

"You are really bad," Ke Xun sighed. "You just refused to give me an encouragement of love. Maybe if you encourage me, I can have a big explosion, and I can stay strong."

Weidong: "Haha."

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 try it."

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

Mu Yiran stared at him coldly: "Pain can also stimulate potential, do you want to try it."

Ke Xun: "Look at this tent. It is big and round, like an inverted bowl?"

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

Ke Xun hurriedly followed out, and saw him walking a dozen steps away from the tent, turning around and staring at the tent.

"Yes, it's like a bowl," Ke Xun said.

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

Ke Xun did not return to his tent, but followed to Mu Yiran's tent. Four people crowded inside, Mu Yiran raised his head and looked towards the top of the tent.

"I have also paid attention to these tent roofs," Qin Ci said. "There are some complicated patterns on them, but because of the fading over time, most of them can't be seen clearly. Does Xiao Mu think there is something wrong?"

"The skull bowl mentioned by Sha Liu is indeed an important magic weapon of certain factions of the Suo Tuo sect," Mu Yiran answered Qin Ci while staring at the tent. "The brain under the skull is believed to contain all of humanity. Soul power and vitality. Most gods in certain factions like to eat fresh human brains with skulls, so that they can possess human souls and vitality."

Qin Ci was startled when he heard the words, and quickly touched the tent, and then took a closer look. After a while, he was surprised: "This tent... is made of thin human bones! Is this..."

"Cranium?!" The expression on Dad Geng's face was both disgusting and disgusting.

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

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

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

Dad Geng said sadly: "That's right, the food that falls out of the bowl can be picked up and eaten."

Mu Yiran did not pay attention to the words of the few people, and was always carefully discerning the patterns on the top of the tent. It was a pity that these patterns were really blurred.

Time flew quickly, and when it was late at night, Ke Xun had to go back to his tent and lay down near the curtain.

Leaning on his side, looking at the opposite side between the two curtains, under the snow, Mu Yiran's side face is like a beautiful and quiet mountain, Ke Xun couldn't help but stretch out his finger and follow his shadow on the tent. Outline. Starting from the forehead, it was a rounded arc, and then it sank. It was a slightly deep eye socket. It was raised and tall, and it was a straight nose. Then it sank suddenly, and the fingertips stopped on the soft two-curved arc.

Suddenly seeing Mu Yi moved, he quickly retracted his hand, and coughed a little with a guilty conscience, and then tried to cover up the words: "Have sacrifices been placed in your tent?"

It was Qin Ci who answered, "No, I didn't release anything, but I think Sha Liu still left all the sacrifices."

Dad Geng seemed to know about this, and couldn't help being furious: "She is really trying to die! She will kill my wife!"