Dad Geng said that he was about to get up and rush out, but Qin Ci hurriedly tried to hold him down: "It's too late, we can't go out, they're too far away, you can't come back!"
Dad Geng struggled and growled angrily, and Ke Xun heard the little boy beside him let out a sob.
Ke Xun sat up and said, "I ran fast, I went over to throw away their sacrifices." He raised the curtain and walked outside the tent.
"It's too late." Mu Yiran leaned out and grabbed him.
"Let me try," Ke Xun looked at him, "Even if that thing comes, I think I can at least save one. Last night, Doctor Qin took advantage of it to kill Zhou Bin and carried Zhao Dan behind his back. Have you escaped, I don't think that thing can be distracted to take care of other things when killing people, let me try."
"Then there's only two people left in your tent? What if that thing comes to your tent first?" Dad Geng was worried about his wife, but he was also worried about the children.
Ke Xun noticed that the hand that Mu Yiran was holding on him was loose, and suddenly he got out of his hand, running towards the tent where Geng's mother was, and threw a sentence: "Yan Ran, you are by the tent, act according to the situation, the two tents are close to each other. Try switching back and forth!" He ran away in an instant.
"Ran"? ... Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun's back with cold eyes and said nothing.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Qin Ci comforted him while holding down the anxious Dad Geng.
Mu Yiran turned his face and stared at Qin Ci: "Which part of my face seems to be worried."
Qin Ci: "..." Why are you suddenly angry
Ke Xun sprinted to the tent where Geng's mother was, opened the curtain, and asked Sha Liu, "Where's the sacrifice? Throw it away!"
Shaliu was horrified: "You can't throw it, you will die, don't hurt us..."
Ke Xun said coldly, "Mu Yiran didn't say that these things are fatal if they are kept!"
Shaliu cried out anxiously: "He also said not to interfere with our choices, you have no right to control our life and death, understand!"
"Is it your choice or your personal choice?" Ke Xun said as he squeezed into the tent and looked around for the sacrifice.
Shaliu rushed to the corner of the tent and blocked the front with his body, screaming in shock and anger: "What right do you have to do this! You are killing people, you will kill us, you are killing people!"
Ke Xun stopped, ignored Shaliu, and looked at Geng's mother who was at a loss: "Brother Geng is worried about you, he thinks that there should be no sacrifices in the tent, what do you think?"
Before waiting for Geng's mother to answer, Sha Liu hurriedly grabbed her shoulders and said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, think about it, isn't there no sacrifices for Brother Geng, no matter whether the one selected this time has sacrifices or not? If there are no sacrifices, there will always be one between you and the eldest brother who will survive, but if you don’t want sacrifices either, and this time the person who is picked is someone who has no sacrifices, don’t you and the eldest brother both need to—compare Both of them may be selected, wouldn't it be a wiser choice to keep one alive as much as possible? Think about it, sister-in-law! Even if it's not for yourself, think about it for your children!"
Geng Ma was still hesitating, but after listening to Sha Liu's last words, she finally made up her mind and looked at Ke Xun with tears in her eyes: "Young man, leave me alone, hurry back to the tent and tell my family, Be sure to protect the child..."
Ke Xun frowned, and Sha Liu was so anxious to push him out: "Let's go, don't force others to make unwilling choices! The black corpse day is coming, you will hurt us in our tent because the number of people does not meet the regulations. Selected, you can go!"
Geng's mother also urged with tears in her eyes: "Let's go, boy, my son... You have one less person in your tent, it's too dangerous, please, please, just take it as my selfishness, please leave quickly for my son's sake. Bar!"
When Ke Xun gritted his teeth, he turned and left the tent. The scene in front of him was different from when he came, but he couldn't see it, but could feel it. There was no wind, everything was as still as a painting, and the snow in the distant mountains changed. Pale white, the sky above his head seemed to be filled with thick ink, full and drooping, and it was about to drip down.
Ke Xun ran wildly, the thick black above his head was overwhelming, and the feeling of suffocation came again. He couldn't breathe in the air, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but this time Mu Yiran's method didn't work. The more oppressed, the chest seemed to be supported by something, and the pain was splitting.
A huge drop of thick black juice fell from the sky, and the process of sliding down biochemically produced two legs as thick as a pillar of the sky, then the body, then the arms, one, two, three, slowly differentiated, and began to twist and wave. .
This thing looks bigger than yesterday, its skin is dark and rough, densely covered with incantation-like textures, densely packed, making people feel goosebumps all over.
However, Ke Xun couldn't care about any pimples at the moment. In the pain of suffocation, he struggled to sprint towards his tent, his chest became more and more bloated, his heartbeat became more and more violent, and his steps became more and more soft.
Just when he was about to fall down a few meters in front of his tent, he saw Mu Yiran running from the tent quickly, picked up his collar by the back of his neck, and carried him back like a Shar Pei. tent.
Ke Xun lay down in his tent, gasping for breath.
Although the smell in the tent is not very good, it is still air.
Only then did Ke Xun understand that these tents were like small enchantments, and the thing called Black Corpse Heaven wasn't because it couldn't take care of other people who ran outside the tent when killing others, but because it didn't need to. Don't worry, as long as people stay outside the tent, they will suffocate to death in no time.
Ke Xun finally got enough air in his lungs and stared out of the tent with his eyes open. The huge figure of the thing was completely printed on the tent's skin. It fell to the ground, bent his legs, and moved toward the two sides step by step. A tent next to each other came.
Will it choose the people in these two tents
Ke Xun wanted to activate his psychic power, but this thing was not a small universe, nor was he Saint Seiya, and with the suffocation just now, he was still dizzy at the moment, his will was a little sluggish, and he couldn't concentrate at all.
Watching the giant shadow step by step to the two tents, the huge head slowly pressed down, hanging above the tents, and eight arms twisted and twisted like Medusa's snake hair around him.
Ke Xun stared at the top of the tent tightly, watching Juying slowly stretch out an arm towards the tent next to him.
Ke Xun clenched his fists abruptly, then released them, leaned his hand on the side of the tent door and leaned out through the gap in the curtain, and directly into the tent curtain next to him.
Mu Yiran was lying beside the tent door, and as soon as Ke Xun's hand reached out, he touched his arm.
Fingertips slid down his arm, then grabbed his hand firmly.
Feeling that Mu Yiran's body froze slightly, the hand that was held moved moved, but Ke Xun didn't want to let go, so he used a little more force to hold it tightly, thinking that if the giant shadow took Mu Yiran out, He grabbed this hand and stayed with him.
Ke Xun was startled by this sudden thought.
Okay... what about simply admiring and following him with integrity
The giant shadow crouched on the top of the tent, gasping for a long time to observe, suddenly moved its huge body and came to the tent of the three of Ke Xun.
This time, its arms stretched to the top of the tent and stopped, its fingers stretched, its nails scratched the tent skin, and it made a trembling sound like scraping bones.
- It finally chose this tent? !
The little boy sandwiched between Ke Xun and Wei Dong began to cry, but he tried to hold back his voice, his thin body twitched and trembled all over.
Ke Xun took him with the other arm and pressed his head into his arms.
Suddenly I can't remember when was the last time I was held in my father's arms, maybe seven or eight years old, maybe three or four years old.
Their father and son, like fathers and sons in many Chinese-style families, have always been stingy in expressing their feelings for each other, and as they grow older, the feelings they express to their father seem to be more shameful. matter.
So until now, Ke Xun is regretting it.
He regretted that when the people he loved most were still alive, he never said "I love you" to them.
Some regrets can be made up, some regrets can only be a regret forever.
Ke Xun, more than anyone, doesn't like to leave any regrets.
He held the child in his arms tightly with one hand, and still held Mu Yiran's hand with the other.
The back of Mu Yiran's warm hand made his fingertips a little hot.
His hands are warm all year round, even in tension, fear, sadness, and even in the face of death, they will never get cold.
Ke Xun swiped his fingertips and wrote softly on the back of Mu Yiran's hand.
The sound of the giant shadow scratching against the top of the tent is getting louder and sharper, as if it will break through the tent in the next moment, and cut the chest of this daring human with sharp nails.
Death is close at hand.
[I like you.]
Coxun wrote.
Mu Yiran in the tent next to him didn't move at all, he didn't move, as if ignoring him.
The daring human smiled and continued to write with his fingertips.
[I know, you are also bent.]
This time, Ke Xun felt Mu Yiran's body stiffen slightly and imperceptibly.
Ke Xun said that his intuition has always been accurate.
What's more, the sense of smell is always very keen for the same kind.
Ke Xun retracted his fingertips and looked up at the bizarre scene above his head, but his mood was inexplicably relaxed and calm.
Since the belief is freedom and arbitrariness, then, when you are alive, you must live happily and freely, and when you fail to live, you should die enthusiastically and arrogantly.
Time is so slow that it seems to be passing slowly at 0.1 times the speed, and the giant shadow is still digging at the top of the tent, while sticking the giant face on it, and looking into the tent.
Ke Xun stared at the ceiling, the snow light and the darkness cast by the giant shadow swayed alternately, as if playing an old silent movie.
Why is there no light source during the day? So scattered, spread over in all directions.
Only on nights like this, the light only shines from the snow-capped mountains, slanting on the tent, and there is a shadow on the tent, with Mu Yiran's perfect profile silhouette, and the nausea of this eight-armed monster Giant Shadow.
Ke Xun's heart suddenly moved: light and shadow, nothing that you see outside during the day seems to have no shadow, because the light is scattered and diffused from all places, and there is no shadow even under people's feet. This is of course unscientific, after all, it is In the painting, why is it there at night
Is it... a hint