"Suo Tuo." Mu Yiran's cold and textured voice carried a bit of the remoteness and coldness unique to the snow-capped mountains.
Ke Xun confirmed his guess, but he had more questions: "Isn't the Sudha religion always based on persuading people to do good, helping the world and saving people, and seeing through the seven emotions and six desires and achieving complete liberation as teachings? How can there be such a thing? 'Existence? Could it be that the world in the painting is not all scary and scary?"
"Sudaism itself is a fusion of various religions," Mu Yiran said. "Since the eleventh century, many sects have been formed one after another. And the gods in the cultural system of Sudaism are not only The god of great mercy and compassion to save all living beings, it also contains many pagan images and even demons. In the interpretation of the Suda teachings, as long as the pagan images surrendered to the Suda teachings, they can enter the Suda religion. , and these demons can be driven by those with high cultivation."
Ke Xun: "...I feel the malice from the gods."
Mu Yiran looked at him and moved the corners of his lips: "If you know the year when this painting was completed, the feeling may be more profound."
"...Please try to be euphemistic." Ke Xun said.
The truth that Mu Yiran gave was not euphemistic at all: "At that time, there were only churches, slave owners, and slaves in the area."
"..." Ke Xun smiled euphemistically, "Isn't it what I imagined?"
"Judging from the texture and style of the clothes we wear, it is clear that our role will not be slave owners." Mu Yiran retracted his gaze, "However, even the believers in the sect, at that time, life and death could not be controlled by themselves. "
Ke Xun raised his hand and slowly covered the top of his head: "... I heard that the skin-skinning torture used on slaves at that time was to cut a slit in the skin from the top of the head, then pour mercury into it, and the mercury goes down. Shen, you can directly drop the whole human skin from the flesh, and people can live for a while... I'll go to Qin Ci. "
Speaking of getting up.
"What?" Mu Yiran looked at him.
"Go and ask Dr. Qin if there is any good way to commit suicide in one second without pain," Ke Xun said, "I don't want to see myself being stripped to the bone before I die."
Mu Yiran said lightly: "It's probably impossible to be painless for a second, but if you want to die, the gravel on the ground should help you."
Ke Xun was right when he thought about it, but if it really didn't work, he took a sharp stone and cut the artery in his neck. Although the pain was a little bit painful, it was stronger than peeling the skin alive.
He opened the tent curtain and picked it on the ground under the snow light of the distant mountains for a while. Finally, he picked up two thin stone pieces with sharp edges and showed them to Mu Yiran: "Do you want it, I'll give you a spare one."
Mu Yi didn't answer, just threw him a light word: "You can do it yourself."
Ke Xun smiled, took out his mobile phone from his clothes, checked the time, it wasn't the time to be banned, so he got out of the tent, went to the one where Wei Dong was, and gave him the stone tablet: "Good thing Share it with your buddies."
"Huh?" Wei Dong asked.
"Suicide weapon." Ke Xun said and ran away.
"Fuck," Wei Dong scolded and scolded, holding the stone piece in his arms, "Really Nima is my good brother, and he thinks of me for every good thing."
Ke Xun closed the curtain and asked Mu Yiran, "Do you have any ideas on how to break the game?"
Mu Yiran pondered: "Since the title of the painting is called "Faith", I think this game is related to religion. There are many branches of Sudha, and the system of gods and demons is also very large. It is still a little early to find a way to break the game."
Ke Xun lay on his back on the felt blanket: "It looks like someone will explain it here tonight."
Mu Yiran listened to his tone very calmly, and then looked at his face, there was no fear, nervousness or unwillingness, with his head resting on his arms, Erlang's legs stretched up, like lying on his own big bed with latex cushions.
When I think of his bed, I can't help but think of the pictures in the closet in his bedroom, as well as the pictures of him growing up.
At that time, the little boy with a pair of curved eyes and a bright smile probably never thought that his life would become like this when he grew up.
There is no parents who love him, no warm room, and finally, there is no life that belongs to a normal person.
Time passed in silence, the snow light of the distant mountains and peaks reflected the sky outside the tent dimly, and the tents were printed far and near on the tent, trembling slightly with the night wind of the grassland.
If it was outside the painting, it would have been a calm and beautiful night.
Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked at the shadow on the tent.
He thought of the sky outside in the daytime, so blue that it was so thrilling and so deep that it was as deep as abyss.
Ke Xun felt something was wrong.
In the daytime, although the sun is dazzling, it seems that... I don't see where the sun is. The light comes from the sky and is everywhere, and there is no source that concentrates and radiates.
If these lights are not sunshine, grass, blue sky and snow-capped mountains, no matter how you think about it, it seems to be covered with a heavy layer of death.
Ke Xun recalled that on the way back from Weidong's tent, there seemed to be no stars in the night sky, only darkness.
Thinking of this, I was a little breathless.
It should be the most transparent and clear place, but at this moment it is so oppressive and cramped that it makes people almost suffer from claustrophobia.
Ke Xun gasped uncontrollably. The harder he tried, the harder he could breathe. The air entered his nose and mouth, but he couldn't feel it flowing into his trachea. His lungs were desperately inflated due to lack of oxygen. Come on.
"Ke Xun!" Mu Yiran noticed Ke Xun's strangeness and leaned over to stare at him, "What's wrong with you?"
Ke Xun was speechless, and like a dying fish, he desperately opened his mouth to breathe, but he still couldn't get a breath of air.
Mu Yi frowned, staring at Ke Xun's body twisted and struggling due to the pain of suffocation, suddenly turned over and directly pressed on him, forcibly controlling his rolling movements, and then stretched out his hand and tightly covered his body. snout.
Ke Xun's eyes outside his hands stared at him firmly, then slowly curved in a shallow arc and lowered his eyelids.
Ke Xun thought he died just like that.
However, being able to die in the hands of Mu Yiran is quite good, it is better than dying in the hands of those ugly monsters, and it is better than committing suicide. Even if you owe yourself a life, in the next life you will ask him for a debt, and you will not ask him to repay your life with your life, it is enough to sell yourself to yourself.
Who knew that he was thinking about it, and gradually he was breathing again. The trachea that seemed to have been shielded just now finally regained his sense of existence. There were so many wisps of air that got in between Mu Yiran's fingers and kept getting in. into his lungs.
After getting air, the swollen and painful lungs slowly improved, and the heavy and rapid wheezing calmed down.
Before he could see his eyes clearly, Mu Yiran had already removed the hand covering his nose and mouth, and turned over to sit aside.
Ke Xun took a few more careful breaths, and found that his breathing was completely normal. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Mu Yiran: "I thought you wanted to help me die quickly and make me feel less guilty."
Mu Yiran didn't look at him, just sat cross-legged and lowered his eyes: "If you want to die quickly, I can solve you in a second."
Ke Xun sat up with a smile and touched the place where he had just covered him: "What happened just now, I suddenly felt suffocated, could it be that the force has already started?"
Mu Yiran finally glanced at him, expressionless: "You are just alkalosis caused by hyperventilation."
Ke Xun: "Please translate it into vernacular."
"Excessive breathing will reduce carbon dioxide in the body, reduce the acidity in the blood, and increase the alkalinity, causing discomfort." Mu Yiran said coldly.
Ke Xun suddenly said, "That's why you covered me, increased the carbon dioxide level in me, and made the pH in the blood rebalanced - amazing, worthy of being a male god."
Mu Yiran ignored him, and closed his eyes with his knees crossed. After a long time, he suddenly said, "What happened to you just now?"
Ke Xun covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and continued to add carbon dioxide to himself, his voice was muffled: "I just suddenly felt panicked, as if I was locked in a very narrow and very stuffy box, and the sky here is so dull. Heshan is actually made of the models and paints in the box, without any sense of reality. Even in the previous painting, the locust tree and the cemetery are still the same as the real ones, but here, everything It all seemed so fake."
Mu Yiran opened his eyes slightly, staring at the felt blanket under him, as if he was lost in thought.
Ke Xun didn't bother him, and lay back to the side again, looking at the shadow on the tent that was imprinted by the snow.
After some time, Ke Xun suddenly discovered that these shadows, which had been shaken by the wind, had become still.
Ke Xun reached out and touched Mu Yiran's knee lightly, motioning him to look, and trying to sit up, but Mu Yiran held it down, so he had to lie down and stare at the shadow on the tent with him. .
The shadow did not move at all, the snow in the distant mountains turned pale, and from pale to pale again, all the voices in the world suddenly disappeared, and the silence seemed to have drained all the air.
Time passed in this vacuum-like atmosphere, and just as Ke Xun's eyes staring at the tent began to turn sour, the shadow on the tent suddenly changed.
A dark, huge shadow slowly fell from the sky, like a large drop of thick paint, slowly, sticky, and fat squeezed from the sky, and slowly spread as it slipped into the air Thick branches emerged.
No, not branches, but eight arms and two legs, thick and fat, twisting and dancing in mid-air, like a crying and writhing baby not long after birth.
This huge shadow kept twisting in a strange posture and angle, and slowly landed on the ground, like a giant spirit, with its head above the sky, its feet on the ground, and its thick and soft legs taking very uncoordinated steps. In this dead silence, there was a heavy breathing sound like a fat patient.
The giant shadow slowly moved its bent legs between the tent groups, and the top of the highest tent was only below its knees. It was not in a hurry and stopped beside each tent, as if carefully observing and pick.
Ke Xun saw the giant shadow stay beside Wei Dong's tent for ten minutes, and finally moved his legs again and walked towards this side.
It was getting closer and closer to him and Mu Yiran.
Ke Xun didn't know how to avoid this thing. There was no place in the tent to cover the body, and this time was obviously different from the previous painting. This thing seemed to be randomly selected.