When the snow outside the tent turned pale, Ke Xun knew that the black corpse had come.
Mu Yiran said that only when the black corpse sky came, could the pattern on the top of the tent be clearly seen with the snow light, which was not wrong, because the snow light had changed.
Ke Xun felt that he was a little bit of an afterthought. He had noticed the change in Xueguang at this moment from the first night he entered the painting, but he never thought much about the strangeness of the change.
But at the moment, he couldn't even think about it. With the pale snow, he moved the tent to find the angle of the pattern on the roof.
The first thing Mu Yiran entered was his tent. Ke Xun didn't talk to him for fear of disrupting the memory of the pattern in his mind, so he just silently flashed aside to make room for him.
Mu Yiran raised his head and stared at the top of the tent without blinking, his dark eyes swaying rapidly and tiny, obviously trying his best to record the patterns.
Ke Xun stared outside the tent, and the huge figure of Heishitian landed on the ground, walking slowly towards the tent group.
In order to avoid being caught in one pot, the seven tents were not very close to each other, maintaining a certain distance, but not more than the range where everyone could maintain a high-speed sprint.
Before Heishitian reached the edge of the tent group, Mu Yiran left Ke Xun's tent and rushed into Weidong's tent.
Ke Xun stared at the figure of Heishitian, and saw that it was the first to walk to the tent where Qin Ci was.
Mr. Geng rushed out of his tent and rushed into Qin Ci's tent a few steps ahead.
Heishitian stopped and walked towards the tent where Shaliu was.
Mu Yiran, who had formed a team with Shaliu, was still in Weidong's tent. The time was too short for him to write down the pattern on the top of the tent.
Ke Xun rushed out of his tent and ran towards Sha Liu's tent. He didn't make a sound, because he wasn't sure whether the sound would attract the attention of Hei Shitian.
What made him happy was that Mu Yiran had such a tacit understanding with him - he stayed in Weidong's tent and continued to record the patterns inside.
Ke Xun thought that since Mu Yiran had already written down the pattern of his tent, he could not be in a hurry to go back.
At this time, all four tents with people were in groups of two, all of which met the number of people required for tonight.
Dad Geng rushed out of Qin Ci's tent and ran to his tent just now, while Mu Yiran left Weidong's tent and entered Qin Ci's tent.
Heishitian turned around and walked towards Dad Geng's tent. Ke Xun acted as a firefighter again, ran out of Shaliu's tent and entered Dad Geng's tent.
A thrilling race against death unfolded in this almost silent, tense, and terrifying dark night, with one, two, or even three figures running between the seven tents at the same time. No one spoke, no one was watching, just staring at where he was going, sprinting with all his might, desperately fighting for his life.
But in fact, everyone has become more and more nervous, and no one is sure when the "God"-level big BOSS of Hei Zhetian will suddenly go berserk. It's getting closer and closer.
Everyone's hopes were placed on Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran had already drilled the five tents, but obviously it was not enough. He also needs to sort out the seven patterns printed in his mind, and then put them together.
It's easy to say, but all this can only be done in the mind, how difficult it is, let's not say how complicated and difficult to remember the patterns on the seven tents, just to say that these patterns are not mixed up and memorized, it is already a piece It is almost impossible to complete the task, and then simulate a puzzle-like scene in the brain, and splicing these seven patterns one by one, the test is not just memory.
When Mu Yiran was doing the arduous puzzle in his brain, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and their hearts were beating like a drum. During this time, everyone still had to maintain a single tent to attract the attention of Black Corpse Sky, and several people were running back and forth without stopping.
The high mental and physical load made everyone tired so quickly that, except for Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, the physical strength of the others dropped drastically, and their running speed became slower and slower.
The oldest dad, Geng, was the first to lose his support. His legs were weak, and his feet stumbled and fell on the road between the two tents. His knees were knocking on a sharp stone point, and the pain was so painful that it didn't last for a while. Can get up.
Hei Corpse Tian only took two steps to get closer, and his eight outstretched arms covered his head like a huge net.
Ke Xun rushed out, arrived at the moment when Hei Shitian's giant hand grabbed Geng's father, and pushed Geng's father out, but the giant hand did not stop. Ke Xun picked it up.
"Kexun!"
Ke Xun heard someone screaming eagerly.
It's a man's voice. Not Weidong, Weidong always just called him "Keer". It's not Qin Ci and Dad Geng, they call him "Xiao Ke" or "Little Brother Ke".
Ke Xun was lifted from the ground by the giant hand, and his perspective was forced to change quickly, but he still turned his head hard and found the person who called him.
"Goodbye." Ke Xun smiled at him, bending his eyes, then waved his hand.
To die is to die ardently and arrogantly.
Turning back, Ke Xun looked up at the huge head above his head.
Eight-armed black corpse sky, dark complexion, huge eyes that protrude out of the orbit, blood red eyeballs, indigo pupils, flat and wide nostrils spewing long breaths, scarlet mouth cracked to the base of the ears, four huge pointed The fangs came out of the mouth, and the blood-red mouth opened, as if containing a sea of blood.
When it finally came to this moment, Ke Xun was fearless and relaxed. He even waved at it, and then smiled and greeted: "With all due respect, Your Excellency is really ugly."
Maybe this Your Excellency has never seen a human sacrifice that doesn't scream, struggle, and fear. He didn't immediately "enjoy" Ke Xun, but stared straight at Ke Xun's face with a pair of bloody eyeballs.
Ke Xun was held in front of his face by it, and he had to look at it. Seeing this dark and ugly face, there was something faintly wanting to be revealed.
what is it? Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked carefully, he heard Mu Yi Ran's fast and urgent command from the ground under his feet: "Tent number four move to the left of tent number one, tent number three is to the east of tent number one, tent number five is to the east of tent number one. Move to the west of tent number four..."
Heishitian's face was changing, two crescent-like eyebrows and a pair of slender, happy and kind eyes appeared on this black face.
It's a good-looking black corpse sky!
Good Phase Black Corpse Tian wants to show up!
But it seems that its power is not enough. The face in front of him is still angry, Heishitian, and kindness is like an embryo that constantly wants to break through this layer of flesh on the surface. Punch.
The angry face Heizitian was finally provoked, his arms stretched out, dancing, twisting, and grasping in the air, as if he wanted to smash all the forces in the world that could compete with him. The huge mouth like a sea of blood sent Ke Xun into the mouth!
It's going to devour him!
Ke Xun screamed and screamed - he would rather be split up instantly than reincarnate in this thing's stomach and eventually become a lump of god dung. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and hugged the fangs beside Hei Shitian's mouth, refusing to put anything into its mouth.
Heishitian stretched out his pointed, red, soft and long tongue, the tip of the tongue stuck out, and he gently hooked Ke Xun and rolled it out of his teeth, just as it was about to roll him into his mouth, Suddenly I heard a deep voice from Mu Yi on the ground: "Turn over the tent!"
The black and red in front of Ke Xun's eyes were instantly covered by a burst of golden light. The light was so dazzling that he had to close his eyes tightly. Even so, his eyelids couldn't stop the grand light. There was a rumbling sound that seemed to come from heaven. It sounded holy and solemn, but it was like a piece of heavenly music. The aroma of flowers, plants and spices suddenly filled the nose, which made people feel refreshed, and the pores opened.
In this sacred music, the fragrance of flowers and the golden light, Ke Xun tried to open his eyes.
In front of him, he could only see two huge, soft and beautiful lips, something gently squeezed him out from between these two lips, and the angle of view shifted, and he saw that the dark and ugly face of Hei Zhetian had disappeared, and he was standing there. In front of him is the dignified and charitable good-looking Hei Zhetian, with white jade-like skin and soft and moist facial features. Although there is still no vitality in the eyes, it can still make people feel calm.
Shan Xiang Heishitian held him and turned his wrist slightly, Ke Xun's face suddenly turned to the ground, only to see that the seven tents had been turned over, like seven shallow bowls, the patterns on the bottom of the bowls were completely spelled out became a whole picture.
On the painting is a string of Gan Xiong characters composed of two trajectories of flowers and flesh and blood. Ke Xun guessed that this string of characters is probably the signature of the painter Qiu Jian.
Mu Yiran said that the skull is believed to contain all the vitality and soul of a person.
Qiu Jian, a fanatical follower of Sudhaism, engraved his entire life force and soul in the offering bowl offered to the gods in the form of his signature. He used himself as a sacrifice and sacrificed devoutly for his beliefs.
As for whether he believes in the Youth Sect that takes evil as the god, or the Suda Sect, which takes righteousness as the god, it is probably a matter of the benevolent seeing benevolence and the wise seeing wisdom.
In the overwhelming golden light, something suspected to be a picture frame faintly appeared on the signature, and everyone filed out. In the end, only Mu Yiran was left, standing beside the picture frame, looking up at Ke Xun.
Ke Xun only felt that the two fingers holding his body loosened, and the whole person fell from the air. He thought that this time, he might be hugged by the male god Princess Yiji, but he saw Mu Yiran. With a blank face, he turned around and gave the coordinates where he was going to land...
Returning to the third exhibition hall from the painting, everyone slumped on the ground, and no one spoke for a long time.
Ke Xun rubbed his almost broken body and turned his head to look at the wall on which the "Faith" was hung.
This is a typical religious deity painting. Most of the space in the picture is occupied by a good-looking black corpse statue. The body of the deity is surrounded by petals, clouds, colorful silk and various colored jewels. A human skin painting.
On the human skin painting, the picture is of an angry black corpse, wearing a skull crown, a human head chain around the neck, a human skin cloak, a skull bowl in one hand, a fresh human brain in the bowl, and a human bone-made King Kong in the other. The pestle, the human bone bracelet around the wrist, and the offerings made of various flesh and blood are placed in front of them, and they are respectively placed in the offering bowls made of six skulls.
Ke Xun took a closer look and found that the head in the middle of the head chain was Tan Zheng. The whole human skin used to make the cloak is Ma Zhenhua. As for those human brain, human flesh and human bone products, they may come from Zhou Bin and Li Ziling.
"What are you thinking about?" Mu Yiran stood beside him, lowered his eyelids condescendingly, and looked at him lightly.
"No wonder I always feel so cramped and depressed when I'm in the painting," Ke Xun pointed at the painting, "It turns out that this is a painting within a painting, and what we really entered is actually this one in the hands of Shanxiang Heishitian. A human skin painting."
"Fuck... We have been eating, drinking and sleeping in human skin?" Wei Dong was shocked, then turned his head, "Ouch—"
Before leaving the third exhibition hall, Qin Ci warned Shaliu and the Geng family of the precautions, such as not mentioning the world in the painting to others, and the next painting must be entered at the time and place indicated on the ticket appearing in the pocket, etc. Wait.
Shaliu left with a pale face and stumbled away. The three Geng family stayed behind. Qin Ci said that he would introduce a psychiatrist to give the child some psychological counseling.
Ke Xun Weidong and Mu Yiran took a taxi and left, Ke Xun was about to ask Mu Yiran whether to go to the hotel or leave immediately by plane, when he tilted his head, he saw that Mu Yiran was already in a deep sleep.
"It's hard work." Ke Xun smiled and said softly.
The third painting "Breaking the Ground"