Paintings of Terror

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

Dad Geng struggled and growled angrily, Ke Xun heard the little boy next to him let out a sob.

Ke Xun sat up and said, "I'm running fast. I'll go over and throw away their sacrifices." Then he raised the curtain and stepped outside.

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

"Let me try," Ke Xun looked at him, "Even if that thing comes, I think I can at least rescue one. Last night, Doctor Qin took advantage of it to kill Zhou Bin and carried Zhao Dan on his back. Have you escaped? I don't think that thing can be distracted to take care of other things when it kills. Let me try."

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

Ke Xun noticed that Mu Yi pulled his hand loose, and suddenly pulled out of his hand. While running towards the tent where Geng's mother was, he threw a sentence: "Yan, you are by the tent, acting by chance, between the two tents. Try switching back and forth!" In a flash, he ran away.

"Yan Ran"? ... Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun's back coldly and said nothing.

"Don't worry, he will be fine." Qin Ci comforted him while struggling to press the anxious Dad Geng.

Mu Yiran turned his face to stare at Qin Ci: "Which part of my face seems to be worried."

Qin Ci: "..." Why are you suddenly angry.

Ke Xun rushed to the tent where Geng Ma was in, opened the curtain, and asked Sha Liu, "Where are the sacrifices? Throw it away!"

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

Ke Xun said coldly: "Mu Yiran didn't say that these things are deadly if you keep them!"

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

"Is it your choice or your personal choice?" Ke Xun said, squeezing into the tent, looking for sacrifices.

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

Ke Xun stopped and ignored Saliu, only looking at Geng's mother who was at a loss: "Big Brother Geng is worried about you. He thinks that sacrifices should not be placed in the tent. What do you think?"

Before Geng’s mother could answer, Sha Liu hurriedly held her shoulders and said anxiously: “Sister-in-law, think about it, isn’t there no offerings to Brother Geng? No matter if the one selected this time has offerings or There is no sacrifice, there will always be one between you and the elder brother who can survive, but if you don’t want sacrifices, and the one being picked this time is the one who has no sacrifice, don’t you and the eldest brother both have to- Since both of them are likely to be selected, wouldn’t it be a wiser choice to keep one person alive? Think about it, sister-in-law! Even if it’s not for your own sake, think about it for your children!"

Geng’s mother was still hesitating. After hearing Sha Liu’s last words, she finally made up her mind. She looked at Ke Xun with tears in her eyes: "Young man, leave me alone. Go back to the tent and tell my family. You must protect your children..."

Ke Xun frowned, and Sha Liu was anxious to push him out when he saw this: "Go away, don't force others to make unwilling choices! The Dark Corpse Heaven is coming soon, and if you are in our tent, we will be killed because the number of people does not meet the regulations. The selected one, go away!"

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

Ke Xun gritted his teeth and turned away from the tent, but the scene in front of him was invisible but felt different from when he came. Without wind, everything was still as still as a painting, and the snow in the distant mountains became It was pale, and the sky above my head seemed to be filled with thick ink, plump and drooping, just about to drip down.

Ke Xun ran wildly, the blackness on top of his head was overwhelmed, and the feeling of suffocation came again. He couldn't breathe in the air, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but this time Mu Yiran's method didn't work, he kept coming. The more suffocated, the chest seems to be supported by something, and the pain is cracking.

A huge drop of thick black juice slipped from the sky, and the process of falling biochemically formed two legs as thick as a pillar of heaven, then the body, then the arms, one, two, three, slowly differentiated, and began to twist and wave .

This thing looks bigger than yesterday, its skin is dark and rough, densely covered with curse-like textures, densely packed, and it makes people get goose bumps.

However, Ke Xun couldn't care about any lumps at the moment. In the pain of suffocation, he sprinted hard toward his tent, his chest became more and more swollen, his heartbeat became more and more violent, and his footsteps became softer and softer.

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

Ke Xun lay in his tent, panting heavily.

Although the smell in the tent is not very good, it still has air.

Ko Xun realized that these tents are like small enchantments. The thing called Hei Shi Tian is not that it cannot take care of other people who run out of the account when killing others, but because it does not need to Go ahead, as long as people stay outside the tent, they will suffocate and die soon.

Ke Xun finally got enough air in his lungs and stared at the outside of the tent with his eyes open. The huge figure of that thing had been completely printed on the tent leather. It fell on the ground, bent its legs, and stepped towards the two sides. A tent next to each other came.

Will it choose the people in these two tents?

Ke Xun wanted to activate his own thought power, but this thing was not a small universe, nor was he Saint Seiya. With the suffocation just now, he was still dizzy at the moment, and his will was a little weak, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Watching the giant Ying step by step to the side of the two tents, his huge head slowly pressed down and hung over the top of the tent, and his eight arms twisted and twisted around him 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 out towards the nearby tent.

Ke Xun clenched his fist suddenly, then let it go, leaning on the side of the tent door, leaning out of the tent curtain, and leaning directly into the next tent curtain.

Mu Yiran lay beside the tent door, and when Ke Xun stretched his hand over, he touched his arm.

The fingertips slid down the arm, and then took his hand firmly.

He felt that Mu Yiran's body was slightly stiff, and the grasped hand moved, but Ke Xun didn't want to let go. He used a bit of force and held tightly, thinking if the giant shadow took Mu Yiran out, He grabbed this hand and was with him.

Ke Xun was surprised by this sudden thought.

Okay... What about just simply admiring and honoring him?

The giant shadow leaned on the top of the tent, gasped and observed for a long time, then suddenly moved its huge body to the side of the three Ke Xun tents.

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

——It finally selected this tent? !

The little boy caught between Ke Xun and Wei Dong cried, but he suffocated his voice, his thin body twitched and trembled.

Ke Xun embraced him with his other arm and pushed his head into his arms.

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

Their father and son, like fathers and sons in many Chinese-style families, have always been stingy in expressing emotions to each other, and as they grow older, the feelings of confessing to their father seem to have become a shameful feeling. thing.

So until now, Ke Xun is regretting it.

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

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

Ke Xun did not like to regret any more than anyone else.

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

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

His hands are warm throughout the year, even when they are nervous, fearful, sad, or even facing death.

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

The sound of the giant shadow scratching the tent roof became louder and sharper, as if it could break in in the next instant, cutting open the chest of this bold human with sharp nails.

Death is close at hand.

【I like you. 】

Ke Xun writes.

Mu Yiran in the tent next to him didn't move at all, and didn't move, as if he wouldn't bother him.

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

[I know, you are also bent. 】

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

Ke Xun said that his instincts have always been accurate.

Besides, the same kind has a keen sense of smell for the same kind.

Ke Xun retracted his fingertips and raised his eyes to look at the strange scene above his head, but his mood was inexplicably relaxed and calm.

Since you believe in freedom and willfulness, you must live happily and arrogantly when you are alive, and die enthusiastically and arrogantly when you fail to live.

Time was so slow that it was slowly passing by at a speed of 0.1 times, and the giant shadow was still holding the top of the tent, putting the huge face on it, and looking into the tent.

Ke Xun stared at the top of the tent, and the darkness cast by the snow light and the giant shadow shook, as if playing a silent movie on an old film.

Why is there no source of light in the daytime? So scattered, spread over in all directions.

Only at night like this, the light only shines from the snowy mountain, shining diagonally on the tent, and there is a shadow on the tent, with Mu Yiran's perfect profile silhouette, and the disgust of this eight-armed monster Giant shadow.

Ke Xun's heart suddenly moved: light and shadow, things you see outside during the day seem to have no shadows, because the light is scattered and diffused from various places, and there is no shadow under people's feet. Of course this is unscientific, after all. In the painting, why does it happen at night?

Is it... a hint?