Paintings of Terror

The tributes that the middle-aged men asked everyone to prepare were Wuhuilu, Wugong Meat, Licensing, Domu, Offering Bowl, Dengzhan, Gala, and Dangka.

What Mu Yiran brought back from Suotuo Temple was Wugong Meat and Wuhuilu processed by various plants collected by him and Ke Xun.

Wugong meat is the five plants that Mu Yiran just mentioned, and Wuhuilu is nutmeg which represents feces, woody juice which represents urine, white cardamom which represents brain, and bamboo yellow which represents male spirit. The red sandalwood representing female blood.

The libation consisted of five kinds of liquors, namely Qing Sha, wine, rice wine, rice wine, and mare scum, which were retrieved by Qin Ci, instead of the wine made with human brain plasma, blood and bile prepared by the people.

Domu is a cake offering. The cake is made from the five kinds of rice noodles, millet, rice, barley, wheat, and peas, which the Geng family finds, instead of the dough made by human gall, brain, blood and internal organs.

The lamp is an ordinary oil lamp that Mu Yiran first brought back. The oil was obtained by Weidong's ghee, which replaced the lamp oil and lamp core that everyone used to make with human oil and hair.

As for Gala and Dangka, the people still don’t know what they mean, but Mu Yiran took the sacrifices and rituals of other sects as a reference, and speculated that in addition to offering food and wine to the gods, believers would often offer clothes and outfits to the gods. Gala and Dangka must refer to these two things.

The so-called clothing here refers to clothes and equipment, and equipment refers to the iconic utensils held by each god.

Many good-looking gods often hold flowers, spices or jewelry in their hands. Mu Yiran believes that jewelry is unlikely to be available based on the current living conditions in the area, so he used camphor and sandalwood from flowers and sand willow. Several spices of wood and rosin replace the flowers made by people's facial features and the human bones used as magical instruments.

As for the clothes of the gods, the angry gods are clothed in human skins, and the good gods are clothed with eagle feathers or silk. Mu Yiran thinks that the man’s finger to the north did not mean the corpse on the celestial burial platform, but the vulture and the mountain Sunken flowers and plants.

The answer has always been in front of everyone, but good and evil are only between one thought. Yongxi Vision Buddha said: What you have in your heart is what you see.

Therefore, it is also an offering. Some people see the blood and blood, and some see the fragrance of flowers and plants.

"No wonder this painting is called "Faith." When everything is ready and waiting for the night to come, Ke Xun and Mu are standing next to the small tent group, Ke Xun said with some enlightenment, "it seems to be The painter is testing whether the power of thought in our hearts is evil or good. If we find the right thing at the beginning, maybe we won't die so many people. It feels like from beginning to end, some people continue to die."

"In fact, I once thought that the intention of the painter was to force us people to gradually obliterate humanity and goodwill from the evil side of our hearts, so as to believe that the evil spirit can make you live forever." Mu. He sullenly said, "The reason why a cult has so many believers is nothing more than two ways: either seize people’s desires for brainwashing, or tap people’s evil thoughts to encourage and condone. This painting is a trap about human nature, and I also nearly fell, so much so that it was only discovered today."

"Don't be too demanding on yourself," Ke Xun reached out and patted his shoulder. "Even if you are evil in your heart, I like you as much."

Mu Yiran pinched his wrist blankly, and threw his arm aside.

The night finally came, and the snow was reflected from the distant mountains, with a cold chill.

Everyone was standing outside the small tent that was turned over, with snow light, looking for a suitable angle on the top of the tent.

The strange thing is that, no matter if you turn over or look for it again, you still can't use the angle of light to shine a clear pattern like Mu Yiran did last night.

Everyone looked at each other, and Geng's mother couldn't help but anxiously: "Is it not working? What can I do? Isn't that—I still have to die tonight?"

Sha Liu paled, and said in a low voice, "Could it be that these sacrifices... make the patterns no longer appear?"

"Tsk," Ke Xun heard from the side, and looked at her with a smile, "I seem to smell a tinge of blame. Miss Shaliu, if you can't bear those **** sacrifices, you can do it yourself. Get in with a tent, we won’t stop."

"You misunderstood..." Sha Liu said quickly, "I didn't mean that, I just provide one more idea, everyone can brainstorm, after all, time is running out, and the dark dead sky will appear soon..."

Ke Xun didn't bother to care about her anymore, and walked to Mu Yiran's side, and said in a low voice, "I suspect that this light won't reach the right angle until the black corpse day appears."

Mu Yiran looked at Xueguang in the distance and said "Yes".

Geng’s mother screamed desperately: “Doesn’t this mean that some of us are going to die? When something appears, we will kill people. We still have time to find a pattern. We have to put the whole picture together according to the pattern. Are you crazy about dreams?"

Dad Geng looked at Mu Yiran with bloodshot eyes, "Didn’t you say that these sacrifices are dedicated to the good-looking gods? Then will it be the good-looking side that appears tonight? The good-looking ones probably won’t. Killer, right?"

"It's better not to expect too much," Mu Yiran replied quietly, "After all, everyone has prepared sacrifices to the angry gods with their own hands. This fact can no longer be erased, the angry side. , Has been summoned out, I don’t think it will be willing to be replaced by another side. The things in this world are all going to change, and good and evil are fighting each other, never stopping."

"Then what do we do? Are you just waiting for death outside the tent like this? As soon as Heixietian appeared, it must be the person who was not in the tent first..." Sha Liu also looked at Mu Yiran eagerly.

Mu Yiran lowered his eyes and thought for a while, raised his eyes and looked at the people who were looking at him together, waiting for him to make a decision: "There is only one stupid way to try. Tonight's request is two people and one tent. We eight The individuals are divided into four groups, and there are a total of seven tents here. This requires one person to look at the patterns of all seven tents, and move them in the correct position as soon as possible and stitch them into a whole pattern."

"This person, I'm afraid it's all right or wrong, little brother Mu, you're none other than you." Dad Geng said quickly.

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "I will try my best. Then we will number the seven tents now, I hope everyone can remember. Next we will allocate the tents, Mrs. Geng brought the children to tent number one. This tent is yesterday. I have seen the patterned top. I don’t have to look at it tonight. The two of you don’t have to do anything in it. You just need to listen to my only password, which is when all the tents are in place, I will shout. 'Turn over the tent', then Mrs. Geng, please turn this tent over. The tent is not too heavy. Mrs. Geng should be able to do it alone."

Geng's mother stepped forward and tried to turn it over when she heard the words, and as expected it was still relaxed, so Chongmu nodded suddenly.

Mu Yiran continued: "Sha Liu is in tent No. 2. I have seen the pattern on this tent last night, but it cannot be connected to the pattern of No. 1 tent. I believe there are other tents between the two tents. Pattern connection. You are alone in this tent. Don’t worry. If the black corpse day walks towards you, someone will enter the tent in time to make up enough people. Although this trick failed in the middle of the night yesterday, I think it should be with you tonight Like the first half of the night yesterday, at least the initial stage can still be effective for a while."

Sha Liu bit her lip, her face was embarrassed: "What if it doesn't work? Hei Shitian already knew our routine yesterday, how could we still be fooled today?"

"Even so," Mu Yiran said lightly, "Hei Shi Tian's first choice is always a tent with a number that does not meet the requirements, and you will not be the only tent with a number that does not meet the number tonight."

Without waiting for Sha Liu to say anything, Mu Yiran turned to the remaining men: "We each occupy one of the remaining five tents. Doctor Qin corresponds to Mr. Geng, and Wei Dong corresponds to Ke Xun. I corresponded with Sha Liu, and once found Hei Shi Tian was walking towards whose tent, the corresponding person immediately left his tent and entered that person's tent."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that Mu Yiran used a mutual rescue method. Which tent Hei Shitian walks towards will immediately become two people. In this way, Hei Shitian will inevitably adjust the target and go again. Finding another tent with only one person delayed to a certain extent the time when someone was picked.

"During this time," Mu Yiran watched everyone follow his train of thought, and continued, "I will be the mobile one and enter the five tents one by one in order to observe the patterns on the tent roof. Please also enter before me. Before, I tried my best to rely on the snow light to adjust the tent to an angle where the patterns can be seen clearly, so that I can see the patterns directly after entering the tent, so that I can write down the patterns faster."

"Okay." Everyone responded.

"Finally," Mu Yiran said, "you must remember the number of the tent you are in, and hear my password clearly. Once I figure out where these patterns are stitched together, I will immediately tell everyone to move their tent. Wherever I go, one of the tents is the benchmark and will not move, and the other tents are moved based on the benchmark of the No. 1. After moving, I will let everyone turn over the tent, and then everyone will turn over the tent together. understand?"

"Understood," everyone replied.

"I need to remind everyone," Mu Yiran looked at the crowd with a deep gaze, "We don't know how many people meet the black corpse day screening criteria tonight, but if one person is caught off-book, then it is very likely. At least one more person in the account will die.

"And what I want to say is that we are a whole tonight, and all the actions are completed by the eight of us. One is indispensable. Once someone loses the chain and affects the whole body, it may cause the whole body to collapse.

"Therefore, I hope everyone must have the courage to withstand the tremendous pressure of death, do not escape, do not panic, let alone collapse and give up.

"Each of us is tied to the lives of the other seven people. I hope that everyone can last to the last second and do our best to stay calm and hope."

Everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Time is coming up," Mu Yiran raised his head and looked at the sky, seeing that the darkness was about to fall. "Everyone enters their own tents. The tent openings are directed towards the circle so that they can run around."

The faces of everyone still inevitably took on the color of tension, and some flinched and entered their respective tents.

Ke Xun was as calm as Mu Yiran. Before entering the tent, he turned his head and smiled and said to him: "Do you know how **** you were in formation just now?"

Mu Yiran looked at him blankly, and finally left a sentence: "Yeah."