Paintings of Terror

"Satuo religion." Mu Yi Ran cold texture of the voice with a bit of snow mountain unique remote cold.

Kexun confirmed his conjecture, but he had more questions: "isn't Satuo religion always based on persuading people to be good, helping the world and saving people, and what can see through the seven emotions and six desires, and complete liberation? How can there be such a thing? Isn't it that the world in the picture is not all horrible and terrible? "

"Satuo religion itself is derived from the fusion of various religions," Mu Yi Ran said. "By the beginning of the eleventh century, many branches have been formed. And the God system in the Satha culture system is not only the God who is merciful and merciful, but also contains many pagan images and even demons. In the interpretation of Satha's doctrine, as long as the pagan images subdued by the Satha Dharma can enter the Satha sect of deities, and these demons can be driven by high practitioners. "

Ke Xun: "it's I feel the ferocity of the gods. "

Mu Yi Ran looked at him and moved his lips: "if you know the time when this painting was completed, you may feel more profound."

“…… Please say it as gently as possible. " Kexun said.

However, the truth given by Mu Yi Ran is not euphemistic: "at that time, there were only churches, slave owners, and slaves."

“……” Kexun said with a gentle smile, "it's not what I imagined, is it?"

"Judging from the texture and style of the clothes we wear, it's clear that our character will not be a slave owner." However, even the believers in the sect, in that era, life and death could not be controlled by themselves

Ke Xun raised his hand and slowly put it on the top of his head I heard that at that time, the skinning torture was used for slaves, which was to cut the skin from the top of the head, then pour silver into it, and the mercury would sink down, so that the whole human skin could fall off the meat, and people could live for a while I'll go to find Qin CI. "

He was about to get up.

"What are you doing?" Mu Yi Ran looked at him.

"Go and ask doctor Qin if he has a good way to kill himself painlessly in one second," Ke Xun said. "I don't want to see myself stripped to death

Mu Yi Ran light way: "a second painless probably impossible, but if you want to die, the ground gravel should be helpful to you."

Kexun was right to think about it. He cut a sharp stone on the artery of his neck. Although the pain was a little bit, it was better than picking the skin alive.

After lifting the tent curtain, he picked on the ground for a while under the snow light of the distant mountain. Finally, he picked out two thin stones with sharp edges and showed them to Mu Yi Ran: "do you want it? I'll give you a spare one."

Mu Yi Ran did not receive, only lightly threw to him: "you are free."

With a smile, Ke Xun took his mobile phone out of his clothes and looked at the time. It was not time to stop walking. So he went out of the tent, looked for the roof where Weidong was, and gave him a piece of stone: "good things should be shared with my friends."

"Well?" Wei Dong asked.

"Suicide weapon." Kexun said that and ran away.

"Lying trough," Wei Dong swore and put the stone in his arms. "Zhennima is my good brother. I think of all good things about me."

Ke Xun covered the curtain and asked Mu Yi Ran, "do you have any idea about how to break the game?"

Mu Yi Ran pondered: "since the name of the painting is called" faith ", I think this bureau is related to religion. There are many branches of Satuo religion, and the system of gods and demons is also very large. It is still a little early to find a way to break the situation."

Kexun lay on his back on the carpet: "it seems that someone will probably explain it here tonight."

Mu Yi Ran listened to his voice very calm, and then looked at his face, there was no fear, nervous or unwilling. He put his head on his arms and put up his legs, like lying on his own big bed with latex cushion.

When I think of his bed, I can't help but think of the photos of him in the closet in his bedroom, and the pictures of him from small to large.

At that time, the little boy with a pair of curved smile eyes and bright smile probably never thought that his life would become like this when he grew up.

No parents who love him, no warm room, and finally, even the life of a normal person.

Time passes in silence. The snow light of distant mountains and peaks brightens the sky outside the tent, and the tent shadow is printed on the tent body, shaking slightly with the night wind on the grassland.

If it's outside the picture, it's probably a quiet and beautiful night.

Kexun opened his eyes and looked at the shadow on the tent.

He thought of the sky outside during the day. It was breathtaking blue and deep. It was as if in the deepest blue, there were countless huge and strange things huddled together.

Kexun felt something was wrong.

During the day, although the sun is dazzling, it seems that I didn't see where the sun was. The light came from the sky, everywhere. There was no source of concentration.

If these lights are not sunshine, grassland, blue sky and snow mountain, they will be like a layer of dead air.Kexun remembered that on the way back from Weidong's tent, there seemed to be no stars in the night sky, only a dark one.

It's a bit out of breath to think about it.

Obviously, it should be the most transparent place, but now it is so oppressive that people almost suffer from claustrophobia.

Kexun gasped uncontrollably. The harder he tried, the more he couldn't breathe. The air entered the nasal cavity and mouth, but he couldn't feel it flowing into the trachea. His lungs expanded desperately because of the lack of oxygen. A sharp pain squeezed into his chest, and he was about to explode.

"Kexun!" Mu Yi was aware of Ke Xun's strangeness and leaned over to stare at him, "what's the matter with you?"

Kexun couldn't speak. He opened his mouth to breathe like a dying fish, but he still couldn't breathe in a trace of air.

Mu Yi Ran frowned, staring at Kexun's twisted and struggling body due to the pain of suffocation, suddenly turned over and directly pressed on him, and forced to control his rolling movement. Then he reached out and tightly covered his mouth and nose.

Ke Xun's eyes outside his hands looked at him firmly, and then slowly bent a shallow arc and lowered his eyelids.

Kexun thought he was dead like this.

But it's good to die in Mu Yi Ran's hands. It's better than dying in the hands of those ugly monsters. It's better than suicidal. Looking back on karma, he still owes himself a life. In his next life, he wants to ask him to pay for his life. Instead of asking him to pay for his life, he can sell himself to himself.

However, he was thinking about it, and gradually came back to his breath. Just like the blocked trachea, he finally regained his sense of existence. Then a few wisps of air came through Mu Yiran's fingers and penetrated into his lungs.

When he got the air, his swollen and painful lungs gradually improved, and his heavy and short breathing calmed down. Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked up at Mu Yi Ran's eyes above his head.

Before he could see his eyes clearly, Mu Yi Ran had already removed his hand that covered his mouth and nose, and turned over and sat down to one side.

Kexun took a few more breaths carefully. He found that his breath was completely normal. Then he took a breath of relief and looked at Mu Yi Ran with a side face: "I thought you wanted to help me die quickly, so that I could suffer less."

Mu Yi Ran didn't look at him. He just sat cross legged and hung his eyes: "if you want to die quickly, I can solve you in a second."

Kexun sat up with a smile and touched the place where he had covered him: "what happened just now? I suddenly felt suffocated. Could it be that the force has begun?"

Mu Yi finally glanced at him, and his face was expressionless: "you are just the alkalosis caused by hyperventilation."

Ke Xun: "please translate it into vernacular."

"Breathing too much, reducing carbon dioxide in the body, reducing the acidity of the blood, increasing alkalinity, leading to discomfort." Mu Yi Ran is cold.

Kexun suddenly said: "that's why you covered me, increased the carbon dioxide content for me, and made the pH value in the blood reach the balance again. It's really a God."

However, Mu Yi ignored him and closed his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth: "what happened to you just now."

Kexun covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and continued to add carbon dioxide to himself. His voice was muffled: "I just suddenly felt flustered, as if I was locked in a very narrow and stuffy box. In fact, Tianhe mountain here is made of the model and paint in the box. There is no sense of reality, even in the previous painting, the locust tree and the cemetery It's no different from the real thing, but here, everything looks very fake

Mu Yi Ran's eyes opened slightly, staring at the carpet under him, as if in thinking.

Kexun did not disturb him. He lay back and looked at the shadow on the tent.

At some time, Kexun suddenly found that these shadows, which had been shaken by the wind, became motionless.

Kexun reached out his hand and touched Mu Yiran's knee. He motioned for him to look. He wanted to sit up, but he was held down by Mu Yiran. He had to lie down and stare at the shadow on the tent with him.

The shadow did not move, and the snow light on the distant mountain became pale and pale again. All the voices in the world suddenly disappeared, and it was as if all the air had been exhausted.

Time passed in this vacuum atmosphere. When Kexun's eyes on the tent began to sour, the shadow on the tent suddenly changed.

A dark, huge shadow, slowly sliding down from the sky, like a big drop of thick paint, slowly, thick, greasy squeeze from the sky, in the sliding to the mid air, slowly extended the thick branches.

No, it's not branches. It's eight arms and two legs. It's thick and fat. It twists and dances in mid air, like a crying baby soon after birth.

In the silence of the patient's feet, there is a huge sound, which is like a huge soft step on the ground.

The giant shadow moved his bent legs slowly among the tents. The top of the tent was only under its knees. He stopped beside each tent, as if carefully observing and selecting.Kexun saw that the giant shadow had stayed beside the tent in Weidong for ten minutes. Finally, he moved his legs again and walked towards this side.

From him and Mu Yi Ran closer and closer.

Kexun didn't know how to avoid this thing. There was no place in the tent to hide his body. This time, it was obviously different from the previous painting. It was like a random selection.