"Don't talk about these empty words with me, it's all fucking like this, singing high-profile chicken soup, it's a fart!" Wei Dong wiped his face with his hands, his cheeks were red with nervousness, and he stared at Ke Xun.
"Dongzi, calm down." Ke Xun noticed Wei Dong's rapidly changing mood, and reached out to hold his shoulder, which he pushed aside.
"Okay, I don't need you to pity me," Wei Dong knew that he was emotionally broken, he said nothing, but he couldn't stop himself, "Don't make it look like you are so positive, you really are Don't want to die? Have you really never thought about giving up
"Since your parents... Look at what kind of shit you've become, you don't even have any decent furniture at home, you have to eat, drink, sleep, and make do, and you don't care about money. I want to spend as much as I want, and if I don't spend it, I die, am I right
"What were you like before? What are you like now? Don't you have any B numbers in your heart
"It doesn't matter if you die without any worries, I don't want to fucking die! I have a mother and a mother at home and I have a job, and I don't see through the world like you and it doesn't matter, I just want to be good Live, live as ordinary as ever, I fucking…”
Wei Dong said with a nasal voice, covering his face and burying his head on his knees.
Ke Xun didn't speak, he sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the tattered felt under him.
Mu Yiran didn't speak either, only Wei Dong's heavy breathing was suppressed in the tent.
This breath lasted for a long time, and gradually became slow and long, and the sound seemed to be empty, around the body, and even above the head.
Ke Xun grabbed the back of Wei Dong's neck and sent a very soft voice into his ear: "Dongzi, keep your voice down."
Wei Dong stopped abruptly, froze under Ke Xun's palm and didn't dare to move.
The snow outside the tent turned pale, and on the sky that looked several times lower than in the daytime, a large mass of thick black and sticky things slowly slid toward the ground, and gradually formed eight thick arms and torso heads. The stout, bent legs landed on the ground and moved slowly.
Lie down. Mu Yiran made a gesture at Ke Xunbi, and by the way put the purple jasmine in his hand into his arms.
The tent was so small that all three of them had to lie side by side, and it was very crowded.
After Ke Xun pressed Wei Dong down, he turned his back to him and faced Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran was halfway down. Seeing this, he paused and turned around, leaving the back of his head to Ke Xun.
Who would have guessed that as soon as he lay down on one side, the guy behind him landed on him with his hands and feet, and hugged him tightly from behind. Mu Yiran's body froze, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze Ke Xun's arm around his waist. With only one hand, Ke Xun immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
"The land is small, bear with it," Ke Xun whispered in his ear, "Dongzi is about to be squeezed out."
After a long time, Mu Yiran reluctantly released his wrist.
Suddenly, I saw a few small purple jasmine flowers in my arms, and I couldn't help but my forehead jumped.
This person is really the only person he has ever seen in his life, the guy who knows how to hit snakes with sticks, and who dares to lift tiles on the roof for you as soon as he steps up!
Juying walked slowly to the tent where Sha Liu and Li Ziling were, and Qin Ci was the last person to form a group with them. The giant shadows bent over their tent, eight uncontrolled arms twisting and flailing in confusion.
After watching for a while, the giant shadow moved his legs and walked towards the tent where the family of three was.
After observing for a long time, the giant shadow finally came to the tent where Ke Xun and the others were.
The huge black mass rumbled against the top of the tent, and the thick and long gasping sound seemed to be moving in his ears. Ke Xun heard the faint sound of limbs rubbing, and then the scratching sound of fingernails on the tent skin.
- Did it pick this tent
Ke Xun felt Wei Dong's body shaking behind him, but he couldn't help him or himself.
Maybe because this is the second painting I entered, I have more experience and feelings about death, and I have more tolerance and habituation for fear, or maybe it is because Weidong just said that he was emotionally out of control. The choice of words touched the pain that Ke Xun had been avoiding for a long time, but now that his death was imminent, he was suddenly able to face his truest heart.
So Ke Xun unexpectedly discovered that he was not so afraid of death.
However, what Wei Dong said was wrong. He had to live by it, not because he lost his desire to live a good life, but because he lost his worries and obsessions, and lived more casually and capriciously.
He is not afraid of death, but he is also willing to live hard.
His belief is not money, or maybe he doesn't have any belief at all, or, following his heart, is his true belief.
The sound of fingernails scratching the tent suddenly disappeared.
The giant shadow slowly moved away from the top of his head and walked towards the tent where Zhou Bin, Zhao Dan, and Ma Zhenhua were.
The terrifying screams suddenly exploded, and the giant shadow straightened up, with his head above the sky, his feet on the ground, several arms twisted and tangled, and they all held the person who was struggling frantically in the other hand.
"Don't—please—let me go—I don't want to die—" Ma Zhenhua's heart-piercing voice seemed to come from his chest, and in the next instant, Juying's hand grabbed his Scalp, gently tear.
Ke Xun closed his eyes, Ma Zhenhua's scream like a wild beast almost pierced his eardrums.
This cry continued for a while, gradually weakened, and gradually disappeared.
No second person died that night.
Maybe it was because he didn't sleep all night last night, or maybe it was because Ma Zhenhua's death made his nerves stretched to the extreme, and he was exhausted. Ke Xun fell asleep in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already twilight, and inside the tent. Without Mu Yiran, Wei Dong was sleeping like a pig beside him.
Ke Xun got up and got out of the tent, and saw Mu Yi was standing there motionless in the morning light, looking at Zhou Bin and their tent.
Ke Xun walked to his side and followed his gaze, and saw a large group of human figures curled up on the ground not far from the tent.
It was skinned alive, Ma Zhenhua.
"What's the matter?! Isn't it sheltered by sacrifices? Why do people still die?!" Zhou Bin, who got out of the tent, collapsed and sat on the ground, clutching his head.
Qin Ci turned around to block the sight of the two girls and told them not to look over there. The three members of the Geng family didn't even come out of the tent.
"This time, a different way of dying," Ke Xun retracted his gaze and looked at Mu Yiran, "It seems that these sacrifices don't work, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with the number of people in each tent. ."
"The number of people in the tent is only the first triggering condition for death," Mu Yiran said while thinking. "When this condition cannot be met, it will be the next best thing and use the second death condition to screen."
"Then what do you think this second condition will be, and will it have something to do with the type of sacrifice?" Ke Xun said while thinking.
"Maybe there is." Mu Yi said.
"I don't know if it's my illusion," Ke Xun said. "I always feel that the giant shadow last night was bigger than the one the night before."
"Are you sure?" Mu Yiran looked at him.
Ke Xun thought about it carefully and nodded: "Yes, and I'm sure it's definitely not the difference in size caused by the distance of the light, it is indeed bigger and taller than it looked the night before."
Mu Yi lowered his eyes and thought, Ke Xun didn't bother him, and returned to the tent to pick Wei Dong up. When he came out of the tent again, Ma Zhenhua's bloody body had been covered by Qin Ci with a torn blanket.
"The skin was peeled off completely and neatly," Qin Ci was talking to Mu Yiran in a low voice in the big tent, "there is no trace left, it was peeled off in its entirety, I suspect it is the same as the previous painting, and there is something stipulating us People die in different ways."
"Could it be because of the different offerings?" Sha Liu interjected.
"But this doesn't explain why only Ma Zhenhua died last night." Qin Ci said.
"Maybe it's because Ma Zhenhua never prepared a sacrifice with our own hands from the beginning to the end." Zhou Bin has recovered from the collapse in the morning, and has been comforting his overly frightened girlfriend by the side, "He has always been in In the extreme panic, he was timid and cowardly. When we prepared all kinds of meat yesterday, he didn't help at all, and kept shivering beside him."
"It makes sense," Qin Ci nodded slightly, "it seems that all of us have at least tried hard to find sacrifices except him."
"According to this, the rest of us have personally obtained sacrifices, and no one will die tonight?" Shaliu asked.
Qin Ci didn't answer, just lowered his eyes and pondered.
Mu Yiran pondered and said, "The rules of death in this painting and the previous painting are obviously different. If the death rule in the previous painting is based on classification to determine the method of death, I think this painting may be based on the set conditions. Whether it is satisfied, the overall screening is carried out.
"'Painting' sets the death screening conditions here, once someone meets a certain condition, this person will be selected, but if everyone does not meet this condition, then soon, 'painting' will use the second conditions to filter us.
"By analogy, the conditions will become more and more harsh as they continue to increase, and the probability that we can avoid death will become lower and lower. It also means that there will be no one night in this painting. No one died."
Several people who have experienced the previous painting exchanged glances that knew each other well.
Qin Ci thought thoughtfully: "That is to say, the screening criteria for the first night are those who are alone in the tent, and the screening criteria for the second night are those who have not personally prepared sacrifices."
"No," Mu Yiran looked at him, "I think these two conditions are superimposed. The condition for the first night is the person who is single in the tent. If there is another person who is single on the second night, this condition still applies. But if no one has placed the order, then the second filter condition will appear immediately, while the first condition still exists, then the people who will be selected are [the person who placed the order], and [the person who has not personally prepared sacrifices. People], no matter which of these two conditions are met, they will be selected.”
Qin Ci's eyes sank: "That is to say, these conditions are incrementally superimposed with the arrival of each night, and on the third night, a new screening condition will be added, and together with the first two conditions, we will be tested. Death screening?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
What does this mean? This means that the limit on the number of people per tent has not been lifted and has always been there.