Paintings of Terror

When the snow light outside the tent turned pale, Ke Xun knew that the black corpse heaven had come.

Mu Yiran said that only when the black corpse sky descends can the pattern on the ceiling of the tent be seen clearly by the snow light. This is correct, because the snow light has changed.

Ke Xun felt that he was really a bit of a hindsight. Xueguang's change at this moment was noticed from the first night he entered the painting, but he never thought about the weirdness of this change.

But at this moment, he didn't care about introspection, just because of the pale snow, he moved the tent to find the angle displayed by the pattern on the roof.

The first thing Mu Yiran entered was his tent. Ke Xun did not speak to him, fearing to disturb the memory of the pattern in his mind, but silently flashed to the side to make room for him.

Mu Yiran raised his head and stared at the top of the tent without blinking, his pitch-black eyes swaying slightly and quickly, he was obviously trying his best to record the pattern with heart.

Ke Xun stared out of the tent, the huge figure of Heizietian landed on the ground, slowly walking towards the tent group step by step.

In order to avoid being overwhelmed by a pot, the seven tents were not very close to each other and kept a certain distance, but they did not exceed the range that everyone could keep running at a high speed.

Before Heizietian reached the edge of the tent group, Mu Yiran left Ke Xun's tent and rushed into Weidong's tent.

Ke Xun stared at Hei Shitian's figure and saw it first walk towards Qin Ci's tent.

Mr. Geng rushed out of his tent and rushed into Qin Ci's tent a few steps before it.

Hei Shitian stopped and walked towards the tent where Sha Liu was.

Mu Yiran, who had teamed up with Sha Liu, was still in Weidong's tent. The time was too short for him to write down the pattern on the top of the account.

Ke Xun rushed out of his tent and ran towards Sha Liu's tent. He did not speak out, Mu Ran, because he was not sure whether the voice would attract the attention of Hei Shitian.

What made him happy was that Mu Yiran had such a tacit understanding with him—he stayed in Weidong's tent and continued to record the patterns inside.

Ke Xun thought, since Mu Yiran had already memorized the pattern of his tent, he didn't need to go back in a hurry, and set up a pair with Sha Liu first and watch the changes.

At this time, the four manned tents were in groups of two, and all met the number of people specified tonight. Hei Shitian paused again and walked toward the tent of Geng's mother and her son.

Father Geng rushed out of Qin Ci's tent and ran to his own tent. Mu Yiran left Weidong's tent and entered Qin Ci's tent.

Hei Shitian turned around and walked towards Dad Geng's tent. Ke Xun once again acted as a firefighter, ran out of Sha Liu's tent and entered Dad Geng's tent.

A thrilling race against death is unfolding in this almost silent, tense, and frightening dark night. There are constantly one, two, or even three figures shuttled among the seven tents at the same time. No one spoke, no one looked around, just stared at where he was going, sprinting with all his strength, desperately fighting for his life.

But in fact, everyone is getting more and more nervous, and no one is uncertain when Hei Shi Tian, ​​a "god"-weight boss, will suddenly run away. Time passes by minute by minute, which also means a runaway distance from it. It is also close in one minute and one second.

Everyone's hopes rested on Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran had already drilled five tents, but obviously this was not enough. He also needs to sort the seven patterns printed in his mind, and then put them together.

It’s easy to say, but all of this can only be done in the head. It’s so difficult. Let’s not say how complicated and difficult to remember the patterns on the seven tents. Just if you don’t remember these patterns incorrectly, it is already one thing. For a task that is almost impossible to complete, you have to simulate a puzzle-like scene in your brain and stitch these seven patterns one by one. It is not just memory that is tested.

When Mu Yiran was doing the arduous puzzles in his brain, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and his heart was throbbing with tension. During this period, everyone still had to maintain a single tent to attract the attention of Heizietian, and several people were running back and forth without stopping.

The dual high load of mind and body made everyone tired so fast that, except for Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, the physical strength of the other people dropped drastically, and their running speed was getting slower and slower.

The oldest father Geng did not support first, his legs became soft, and he staggered and fell on the road between the two tents. His knee was hitting a sharp stone tip, and the pain was so painful for a while. Can get up.

Hei Shitian can step forward in just two steps, and his eight furious arms are like a hood with a big net bag.

Ke Xun rushed out and rushed to the moment Hei Shitian's giant hand grabbed Geng Dad, and pushed Dad Geng out, but this giant hand did not stop, one by one, and it was placed directly under his palm. Ke Xun picked it up.

"Kexun!"

Ke Xun heard someone yell urgently.

It's a man's voice. It's not Weidong, Weidong always just calls him "Keer". It's not Qin Ci and Dad Geng, they call him "Xiao Ke" or "Little Brother Ke".

Ke Xun was lifted up from the ground by a giant hand, and his perspective was forced to change quickly. However, he turned his head hard and found the person who called him.

"Goodbye." Ke Xun smiled at him with eyes bent, and then waved.

To die is to die violently and arrogantly.

Turning his head back, Ke Xun looked up at the huge head above his head.

Eight-armed black corpse sky, dark complexion, eyes are huge and protruding out of the orbit, the eyes are blood red, the pupils are indigo blue, the flat and wide nostrils spray long breaths, the vermilion mouth is cracked to the base of the ears, four huge pointed long The fangs came out of the mouth, and the blood-red mouth opened, as if it contained a sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, Ke Xun was fearless and relaxed. He even waved at it, then smiled and greeted: "Excuse me, your true Nima is an ugly man."

Perhaps this lord has never seen a human sacrifice who doesn't scream, struggle, or fear, and he didn't immediately start to "enjoy" Ko Xun. Instead, he protruded a pair of **** eyes and stared directly at Ko Xun's face.

Ke Xun was held in front of his face by it and had to look at it. Seeing this dark and ugly face, there was something faintly trying to show itself.

What is it? Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked carefully. In his ears, Mu Yiran's rapid and anxious command sound was heard on the ground under his feet: "Move tent number four to the left of tent number one, tent number three to the east of tent number one, tent number five Move to the west of Tent No. 4..."

Hei Shitian's face was changing, and two crescent-like eyebrows and a pair of slender, joyful and kind eyes appeared on this black face.

It's the good-looking black dead day!

The good-looking black corpse day wants to show up!

But it seems that its power is not enough. The face in front of him is still angry with the black corpse sky, and the good-looking black corpse sky is like an embryo that constantly wants to break through this layer of meat membrane on the surface, struggling with Squeeze.

The angry black corpse sky was finally irritated, with eight arms stretched out, dancing, twisting, grasping in the air, seeming to want to crush all the power that opposes it in the world, it pinched Ke Xun with two fingers, and widened it. A huge mouth like a sea of ​​blood sent Ke Xun to his mouth!

It will swallow him raw!

Ke Xun yelled and fucked-he would rather be dismembered instantly than reincarnate in the belly of this thing and eventually become a lump of dung. He desperately reached out his hand and hugged the fangs beside Hei Shitian's mouth, and said nothing to his mouth.

Hei Shitian stretched out a pointed, red, soft and long tongue, with the tip of the tongue sticking out, and Ko Xun gently hooked and rolled it out of his teeth, just when it was about to roll him into his mouth. Suddenly, Mu sighed loudly on the ground: "Turn over the tent!"

The black and red in front of Ke Xun's eyes were instantly obscured by a burst of golden light. The light was too dazzling, and he had to close his eyes tightly. Even so, the eyelids could not block the magnificent light. There was a rumbling sound that seemed to come from the heavens. It sounded holy and solemn, like a piece of heavenly music. The nose was suddenly filled with the fragrance of flowers and spices, refreshing the body and mind, and the pores were opened.

In this sacred music, floral fragrance and golden light, Ke Xun tried to open his eyes.

In front of him, he could only see two huge, soft and beautiful lips. Something gently pinched him from between these two lips. The angle of view moved, and he saw the dark and ugly anger and the black corpse disappeared and stood. In front of me, there is a kind-hearted black corpse sky with a solemn treasure and a joy and charity, white jade-like skin, soft and moist facial features, although there is still no vitality in the eyes, it can still make the heart calm.

Shan Xiang Heizietian held him, gently turned his wrist, Ke Xun's face suddenly faced the ground, but saw that the seven tents had been turned over, like seven shallow bowls, the patterns on the bottom of the bowls were completely assembled. It became a whole picture.

On the painting, there is a string of Ganxiong characters composed of two traces of flowers and plants and flesh and blood. Ke Xun guessed that this string of characters is probably the signature of the artist Qiu Jian.

Mu Yiran said that the skull is believed to contain all human vitality and soul.

Qiu Jian, a fanatical follower of the Suotuo religion, engraved all his vitality and soul into the bowl of offerings to the gods in the form of his signature, taking himself as a sacrifice and devoutly offering sacrifices for his faith.

As for what he believes in the Qingjiao, which regards evil as the god, or the Suotuo teaching, which regards righteousness as the god, it is probably a matter of the benevolent seeing the benevolent, and the wise seeing wisdom.

In the overwhelming golden light, something suspicious of a picture frame faintly appeared on the signature, and everyone filed out. In the end, only Mu Yiran was left standing beside the picture frame, looking up at Ke Xun.

Ke Xun only felt that the **** of his body were loosened, and the whole person fell out of the air. He thought that this time he might be hugged and held in his arms by the princess, but he saw Mu Yiran. Leaning back blankly, he let out the coordinates where he was going to land...

Returning from the painting to the third exhibition hall, everyone slumped on the ground, and no one spoke for a long time.

Ke Xun rubbed his nearly broken bones and turned his head to look at the wall where the "Faith" was hung.

This is a typical religious statue painting. Most of the space in the picture is occupied by a benevolent black corpse statue. The statue’s body is surrounded by petals, clouds, colored silk and various jewels, but in the hands of the statue, it is holding A painting of human skin.

On the human skin painting, it is an angry black corpse, wearing a skull crown, a human head chain on the neck, wearing a human skin cloak, a bowl with a skull in one hand, fresh human brains in the bowl, and a diamond made of human bones in the other. The pestle, the wrist-wrapped human bone bracelet, and the offerings of various flesh and blood placed in front of him, were held in the offering bowls made of six skulls.

Ke Xun looked intently and found that the head in the middle of the head chain was Tan Zheng. The whole human skin for the cloak is Ma Zhenhua. As for those human brain, human flesh and human bone products, they may come from Zhou Bin and Li Ziling.

"What are you thinking about." Mu Yiran stood beside him, staring at him with his eyelids drooping condescendingly.

"No wonder I always feel very depressed when I'm in the painting," Ke Xun pointed to the painting. "It turns out that this is a painting in a painting. What we really entered is actually the one in the hands of the Shan Xiang Hei Shi Tian. A painting of human skin."

"Fuck... Feelings. We have been eating and drinking Lazard in human skin and sleeping?" Wei Dong was shocked, then turned his head, "Oh -"

Before leaving the third exhibition hall, Qin Ci reminded Shaliu and the Geng family about the precautions, such as not mentioning the world in the painting to others, and entering the next painting on time according to the time and place indicated on the ticket that appeared in the pocket Wait.

Sha Liu left with a pale face, and the three of Geng's family stayed. Qin Ci said that he would introduce a psychologist to the child for psychological counseling.

Ke Xun Weidong and Mu Yiran took a taxi to leave. Ke Xun was about to ask Mu Yiran whether to go to the hotel or take a plane to leave immediately. Turning his head, he saw that Mu Yiran had fallen asleep.

"Thank you." Ke Xun smiled and said softly.

The third painting "Breaking the Ground"