Qin Ci said: "Now we have obtained Wuhuilu, Wugong meat, libations and lamps, and the rest are offering bowls and other local terms. It's a pity that I went to the villagers in the morning. When asked, they speak the local language, so they can't communicate."
"Indeed," Shaliu nodded in agreement, "We spent a lot of time asking for Wuhuilu, and it was only through gestures that the other party understood."
The people put what they had already got in the tent first, and saw that the Wugong meat was very stale meat, including beef, mutton, horse meat, bird meat, fish meat, donkey meat, dog meat, and even wolf meat. .
"Although I don't know which five kinds of meat Wugong refers to, but with so many kinds of meat, I can always find the right five." Qin Ci said.
Sha Liu hesitated beside him, Qin Ci asked her what she wanted to say when he saw it, Sha Liu hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I'm a little worried, there may be... there may be... human flesh in Wugong Meat."
Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, Qin Ci looked at her: "Why do you say that?"
Shaliu said: "Since the big meat in Wuhui Lu refers to human flesh, why doesn't the meat in Wugong Meat refer to human flesh?"
This made everyone silent for a while.
Zhou Bin said with an unpleasant expression: "I think the possibility of human flesh is very high. Look at what these five Huilus are, they all have something to do with people, and as far as I know, in the era of slavery in this place, It seems that they all used human sacrifices.”
"But where are we going to get human flesh?!" Ma Zhenhua took a few steps back in panic.
The crowd fell silent again.
After a long time, Zhou Bin suddenly raised his eyes and asked Qin Ci: "I remember you said that in this painted world, only us people are real people from the real world, right?"
Not knowing what he wanted to say, everyone stared at him vigilantly, and Qin Ci nodded slowly.
A trace of resolute ruthlessness crossed Zhou Bin's face, and he gritted his teeth and pointed in the direction of the village: "That is to say, those people are not real people, so if we want to get human flesh, we can use theirs - anyway, since we are painting They are all human, so of course their flesh is also human flesh, and even if we kill them, it's not really killing people, this is - it's like a holographic game, you're just killing a real person. Virtual characters are not real people, so there is no psychological burden - what do you think?"
Everyone looked at each other in dismay. The mother in the family of three kept covering her child's ears with her hands, but couldn't help but say, "But... but they are all living people in this world after all in this painted world. …”
"I said this is a painting, but not the real world," Zhou Bin was a little angry at everyone, "Just because of your heart of the Virgin, are we all going to die here?!"
The child's father, Dad Geng, frowned: "Be careful when you speak!"
Zhou Bin glared at him fiercely: "How is it, I don't make sense? Don't hold us back if your family is cowardly. If you think your holy father and mother are unhappy, then don't use it from us. Human flesh, let's take care of ourselves!"
Geng's father wanted to say more, but when he was pulled by Geng's mother, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Zhou Bin looked at the others, and asked calmly, "What do you think? Whether you want to get human flesh or not, make a statement!"
Seeing that there was still no response from everyone, Zhou Bin simply asked them one by one, and then glared at Ma Zhenhua first: "You said, do you want to get human flesh? Don't regret it, the human flesh I got myself will not be shared with others."
Ma Zhenhua's lips trembled for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "I want..."
Zhou Bin chased after him: "Then join me and go get it with me?"
Ma Zhenhua struggled in pain for a long time, and finally nodded.
Zhou Bin didn't want to ask the girl, so he asked Xiang Weidong, "How about you?"
Wei Dong answered quickly: "I'll let him." Pointing at Ke Xun.
Zhou Bin stared at Ke Xun.
This kid gave him a very bad impression, with a rambunctious and rambunctious look, apart from being close to Wei and Mu, alienated and indifferent to others, and occasionally a bit of a dick, very ill.
He asked him coldly, "You?"
Ke Xun is still the undersampled person who is a little loose, a little indifferent, and a little bit cocky: "You can do it yourself."
Zhou Bin said coldly: "Then remember, I won't share the human flesh with others."
Ke Xun shrugged needlessly and greeted Weidong: "Dongzi, let's go, don't waste time."
Then he left the tent.
Wei Dong followed and turned to look at the tent: "You won't wait for your male god? What if he chooses to be with Zhou Bin..."
"He won't," Ke Xun stopped, sitting on a large rock, looking at the tent with a firm gaze, "Even if he really needs human flesh, I believe he must have a way to get it without killing people."
Wei Dong looked at Mu Yiran who walked out of the tent unhurriedly, and kicked Ke Xun's calf: "Tell him, if he knew that you trusted him so blindly, would he be so moved what?"
Ke Xun smiled, stood up and waved at Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran glanced here with a blank face, then turned and walked in the other direction.
Wei Dong: "… "
Looking at his poor gay brother again, this guy slapped his butt unscathed and ran over there, calling him, "Dongzi, keep up."
What a pity, Wei Dong thought to himself, it's harder to be a gay fan than a heterosexual fan.
The three of them entered the village below the hillside again, and Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran, "Does everyone else agree with Zhou Bin's proposal to kill and make flesh?"
"After all, it seems that the claim that Wugong meat includes human flesh is highly credible," Mu Yi said lightly. "In the face of survival, people often make choices beyond their imagination."
"That girl named Ziling also agreed?" Wei Dong felt incredible.
Mu Yi was too lazy to answer this question, so he just picked a Sutuo temple and walked in.
In the morning, Mu Yiran only stayed outside. This time, he came in and walked straight to a cultivator in the temple dressed as a cultivator. He bowed and said, "Dom, Gala, Dangka?"
These few words were said by the middle-aged man, the sacrificial supplies that everyone wanted to prepare.
Dom and others seemed to be transliterated, even if the pronunciation was not accurate, after Mu Yiran said it a few times, the cultivator finally understood it, first shook his head, said a few words in the local language, and then pointed north.
Mu Yiran bowed again and came out of the temple. The three of them turned to the north.
To the north is a rugged and steep mountain, which seems endless at first glance, Mu Yiran stood on a high place and looked into the distance for a while, with a solemn expression: "Today is too late, we need to leave early to walk back and forth, and catch up before dark. return."
It is already afternoon. If you go north now, you will be unable to rush back before dark, and the consequences of waiting for them will be certain death.
Wei Dong shuddered: "So, it's impossible for us to collect the sacrifices required by the mission today. Does this mean that... tonight, we are likely... to be picked and killed by that monster? "
The three of them didn't go back to their homes, they searched and asked all the way, and went to the nearby villages to find clues.
It is said that it is a village, but it is only a small group of gregarious tribes composed of low-rise prefabricated houses, tents and Sutuo temples built with mud and grass mixture.
The number of Sutuo temples is almost more than that of dwellings. Three steps are a small temple, and five steps are a large temple. Looking around, in addition to the practitioners, there are villagers in tattered clothes, yellow-faced and skinny. Men and women, young and old, rich and poor, here, all people are devout followers of Sudha.
"Faith is probably the most powerful spiritual force in the world." Mu Yiran suddenly said lightly.
"Oh? Then what is your belief?" Ke Xun turned to look at him.
Mu Yi didn't answer.
Ke Xun used the thumb and index finger of both hands to compare the shape of a picture frame: "Art?"
Mu Yi Ran glanced at him and threw a word at him blankly: "Money."
"It's a coincidence," Ke Xun squeezed his thumb and forefinger, making a gesture that seemed like counting money and comparing his heart, "My belief is also money."
Coincidentally, your uncle, Wei Dong heard a straight grin next to you. You open a gym for ten days and a half months without taking a look. You don’t care about how much you earn, and you don’t look at the bills. Which buddy is short of money and spends everything. When I come to you, it will cost you one or two thousand, and occasionally three or four thousand. I think you will soon lose all the wealth your father left for you.
Before dark, the three returned to the big tent and saw that the others were already there, but their faces turned pale and their eyes were terrified.
Ke Xun glanced, and saw a few fresh bloodstains dripping on the broken felt blanket on the ground, followed the direction of the bloodstain, and landed on a crock in the corner.
A few strands of thick bloodslipped down the outer edge of the crock pot, and the lid was tightly closed, but it was possible to guess what was inside.
"Congratulations." Ke Xun threw it to Zhou Bin expressionlessly.
Zhou Bin didn't speak, he squatted there with his head in his hands, and pulled his hair vigorously. Zhao Dan's eyes were red and swollen beside him, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
No one made a sound, and the tent was dead silent.
For dinner, only Ke Xun, Wei Dong, Mu Yiran, and Qin Ci ate a little bit, and the others didn't move their mouths. Li Ziling even ran out and vomited twice.
After dinner, the middle-aged man entered the tent and said to the crowd, "Tonight, there will be one tent for every three people. Don't run around outside. Remember, there must be a tent for three people."
As he was about to go out, Ke Xun took a step and stopped him: "Let me ask, what does Gala mean?"
"Gara is Gala, why do you ask that?" The middle-aged man's white and black eyes stared at Ke Xun's face, "Who are you? How can you not know Gala? Who are you! Are you a ghost? The spies sent?!"
Ke Xun finally discovered that, no matter in the previous painting or this painting, the characters in the painting seem to acquiesce themselves as people in their world at first, and once they ask some questions that they think should not be asked. , immediately arouses suspicion.
It's like, some terrifying things have sneaked into the crowd with a blind eye, and once you see through and say it, that thing will immediately explode and do terrible things to you.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," Ke Xun stepped aside without changing his face, "I just found a topic I wanted to chat with you.
"What are you talking about!" The middle-aged man glared at him fiercely, "You better be honest, or I will go to the elders to complain!" He walked out of the tent angrily.