An Wujiu stretched out his hand, caressing Shen Ti's cheek.
Even though he has no words and can't speak, Shen Ti seems to have read An Wujiu's heart.
His heart is always connected with his own.
"It's so cold." Shen Ti held An Wujiu's hand, "Let's go back."
The pyramid-shaped base is more than 30 meters by visual inspection, and it is covered with thick snow. It is very difficult to climb. Just when An Wujiu and Shen Ti were about to climb up the temple, there was a distant and distant sound. The terrifying sound was mixed with the howling cold wind.
An Wujiu turned his head abruptly, standing on a high place, his eyes were full of snowfields, and he couldn't find the source of the sound.
"It sounds like a human scream." After Shen Ti finished speaking, he felt suspicious again, "But it seems to be coming from a far away place. How can a human scream be so loud?"
An Wugui also didn't know.
It's too much like a scream, but even if there is a dead silence here, it is absolutely impossible for a human voice to spread so far and so loudly.
More like some kind of stabbed behemoth.
Just as he was thinking, the weird voice appeared again, this time the distance was farther and farther away, one after another. The sound was like a sharp object piercing their temples, which made people shudder and couldn't help but feel fear.
An Wujiu didn't know what was in the distance, he wondered if it was the same disaster as the blood moon, this idea reminded him of howling wolves on the full moon, but it was different.
The snow was still falling non-stop, as if there was no time to stop, the land was depressed and cold, and these strange "screams" cast a strange shadow over this already weird place for no reason.
An Wujiu's eyes flashed the strange expression of Yaxia's husband just now.
"Brother Wugui!"
Hearing Wu You's voice, An Wujiu looked back and found him and Nanshan standing in the open space in front of the temple, waving to them.
So An Wujiu had no choice but to give up the weird cry, and followed Shen Ti back to the temple.
Since there was no food in the temple, everyone except Andrew had to go down to the civilians in the city to get food and water, but they also brought something new.
What An Wujiu and Shen Ti got was a sharp obsidian knife, while Nanshan and Wu You got a stone plate carved with many complicated patterns. They said it was a stone plate, but it was not a thin plate for food, but Similar to the heavy grinding disc above the stone mill, there is a circular depression in the middle of the disc surface, and a long strip is chiseled into it, connecting the center circle and the edge of the stone disc.
"It's like putting something in, and then something comes out." Fujido Sakura pointed to the stone plate.
Indeed, An Wujiu stared at the side of the stone plate, the engravings on it were the same as the drawings on the ceiling of the temple, there were many warriors wearing feather crowns, and there were snake-shaped gods.
Sun symbols, snakes, these are closely related to Shen Ti.
An Wujiu turned his head and stared at the symbol on Shen Ti's Adam's apple.
"And this," Megan took out a stone-carved picket, about thirty centimeters in length. She put it on the ground, "I don't know what it is used for."
"Is it also given to you by the citizens?" Fujido Sakura asked.
"Well, I went to an old grandma's house, and she said it was prepared for us a long time ago." Megan explained.
Fujido Sakura nodded, "Matsuura and I went to a grandpa's house."
Lao Yu on the side snorted coldly, and said to Megan, "I advise you to stay away from her, she must be a cultist."
Fujido Sakura smiled indifferently, turned to look at Lao Yu, "What about you? What did you get back?"
Old Yu's thing had been put on the ground by him long ago, it was a spherical object made of clay, it didn't look like a vessel, An Wujiu bent down to pick it up, and found that there were some round holes arranged in vertical lines on it.
"It looks like a musical instrument." Matsuura Mori guessed.
"What's the use of this?" Fujido Sakura was puzzled, the things they brought back seemed irrelevant and had no use.
"And that shelf." Wu You pointed to another item on the ground. It was a shelf made of stone. It was not big, and could only hold a pile of corn or a few melons and fruits.
"I brought this back." Yang Ce said in a deep voice, "An old man gave it to me."
"The family I went to also had only one grandfather with gray hair." Noah raised his face, "He also said to me 'I haven't seen such a lively and lovely child for a long time'."
An Wujiu suddenly realized something.
When they came to this water city, it seemed that they did not see many children.
"He gave it to me." Noah pointed to everyone, "A drum."
Zhou Yijue was the last one to come back. He patted the snow that had fallen on his body, and held many masks strung together with hemp rope in his right hand.
"For you."
He handed them over, one by one.
"These were given to me by the city people. He said that these are for the priests, one for each person."
An Wujiu looked at him and found that he only brought back eleven.
It seems that they have tacitly agreed that one person will die today, so they didn't prepare the mask of the dead at all.
As the wind and snow intensified, Shen Ti and Song Pu closed the stone gate again, and An Wujiu distributed the cornbread they got from Yaxia to everyone. The morning sacrifice has consumed a lot of energy, and everyone is full of suspicion and suspicion towards each other, and no one wants to say a few words.
Lao Shi is the most nervous among these people, which An Wujiu can understand, he thinks Lao Shi is a witch on the field, but even if he is not, he is a cult member, and he will definitely be nervous at this time, because One of him and Todo Sakura will never live to see the sun tomorrow.
If it were An Wujiu before, he would definitely not be able to bear the death of these people at the altar, but now his heart seems to be getting harder and harder, and it is difficult to pity everyone like before.
At least he thought so.
Wearing heavy gloves, An Wujiu fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed alone, he had a strange dream. I dreamed of a huge monster, covered with armor-like hard black scales, each with a slight brown-green light, and the center of the scales, the center of each scale, is a gem-green Snake pupils.
Those tentacles, curled up and outstretched, danced and twisted slowly behind him, with a cracked blood-red abyss at the top, like a kind of unhurried carnival, a half-frozen dance .
He seemed to be trapped in this dark temple. On the golden high platform, there were huge monsters and sacred altars, the blood-red fire clouds behind him, and the rays of light that fell in as if pity him. Everything was weird and gorgeous.
An Wujiu felt that she was standing in front of him, her eyes could no longer move anywhere.
He seemed to be completely under control.
Not just weird, not just dangerous, he seemed to see the confusion and pain, fragility and torture in those countless pairs of pupils.
Facing such a monster that might devour him at any time, An Wujiu felt a great compassion.
In a daze, he clearly saw the monster's chest bleeding. The hard scales seemed to be pierced by sharp claws, and green viscous liquid flowed out. It must be his blood.
The pain slowly flowed to his body, An Wujiu lowered his head stiffly, and found that his body was covered in blood.
His chest was an empty hole with nothing in it.
Suddenly, the familiar "scream" passed by his ears, and the sharp voice tried to pull him out. He turned around suddenly in the temple, and he saw another monster, a huge monster with red pupils. When he turned his head, the scene gradually disintegrated as if collapsing, An Wujiu tried to save him in the temple, but he also disintegrated.
The scales fell down one after another like rain, and finally there was only one red gemstone left, like a puddle of pigeon blood calmly falling on the ground.
An Wujiu bent down to pick it up, but the last thing he picked up was an old book, the flannelette cover was full of dust.
Just as he turned to the first page, he heard his mother screaming.
So he woke up with a start.
The first thing An Wujiu saw was Shen Ti who was guarding the bedside.
"You sweat a lot." Shen Ti reached out to touch his forehead. An Wujiu saw the lines on his hands, but was suddenly startled, thinking of the picture in the dream.
"How did these lines on your hands come from?"
Shen Ti's first reaction was to realize that he could speak, so the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but when he heard An Wujiu's question, he fell into confusion again.
"I... don't remember." Shen Ti said truthfully, "It should be present at birth."
"Where were you born? Who are your parents? Are they still there?" An Wujiu asked many more questions.
These are issues that he doesn't think about and doesn't want to pay too much attention to, because he knows that Shen Ti has had lingering pain for a long time in the past, and he doesn't want to remind him of those unpleasant experiences again.
But this time he really wanted to know, the curiosity in his heart was spawned by fear, and that dream made him think and think irresistibly.
He wanted to know why the altar was an altar, why did his father die early
Why is mother crazy? Why was he trapped in a laboratory and became a remodel.
Why did he meet Shen Ti.
Why is Shen Ti different from him, different from everyone else.
No, maybe he should, because he's not human at all!
An Wujiu waited for his answer.
But no matter how Shen Ti tried to recall, he couldn't remember anything.
He could only tell An Wujiu, "I seem to have been punished, by someone of the same kind."
The answer was ambiguous, and he couldn't even answer a single question. He didn't understand why An Wujiu asked such a question, and he wanted to recall it so that he could answer it well, but he was afraid that he would not be able to give a perfect answer.
But it was An Wujiu who conceded defeat first.
He no longer pressed the question, but stretched out his arms to wrap around Shen Ti, hugging him tightly.
"I got it." An Wujiu kissed the side of his neck again and again, "I got it."
When Shen Ti's eyes showed confusion and fragility, An Wujiu knew that he didn't really need the truth.
No matter what kind of past Shen Ti has, no matter who or what he is, An Wu Jiu doesn't care.
The only thing he cares about is whether he will lose his vigilance.
The holy voice sounded suddenly.
"Dusk has come, please prepare for the sacrifice."
Like everyone else, they returned to the hall as required after hearing the holy voice. The strange thing is that Andrew, who was lying on the bed in the room, was lying flat under the obsidian obelisk in the hall at this moment, and was put into a sarcophagus among.
"Please put on your masks one by one."
Everyone put on their masks as required, and brought the objects they had brought from the city residents. The male players lifted the sarcophagus together and walked heavily towards the direction guided by the holy voice.
It was a mountain, covered with ice and snow, the sun was half-set, and the blood-colored moon had risen, and the sun and the moon were shining together. The red light sprinkled on the snow-white ground was not the glow of the sunset, but the moonlight of the blood moon, climbing up a little bit, following behind everyone, as if it was about to spread to the top of the mountain.
It was strange, when An Wujiu was carrying the coffin and climbing the mountain, An Wujiu could hear crying all the time, every time he took a step up, the crying became louder and louder, like a child's crying.
But there is no one else on this hill, only them.
"Why are you crying?" Lao Yu yelled at Noah.
Noah, who was walking in front, turned his head, there were no tears on his face, and his expression was very innocent.
"I didn't cry, it wasn't me who cried."
These words made Lao Yu tremble with fright, and he almost missed the coffin with his hands.
"What... who is that..."
"I don't know either." Noah turned back as if nothing had happened, his voice was very soft, drifting to his ears with the wind and snow.
"Maybe it's the ghost of a child."