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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 27 Belief 05┃One from the sky...?"

weight="95740"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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"Suo Tuo Jiao." Mu Yiran's cold-textured voice carried a bit of remoteness that is unique to snowy mountains.

Ke Xun confirmed his guess, but there were more questions: "Isn't the Suotuo religion always based on persuading people to be good, saving people, and seeing through the seven emotions and six desires, and perfect liberation? How can there be such things? "Existence? Is it possible that the world in the painting is not all terrifying things?"

"Sata religion itself is a fusion of multiple religions," Mu Yiran said. "At the beginning of the 11th century, many tribes have formed one after another. And the divine system in the cultural system of Sadaism is not only great mercy. The god of great compassion and universal life, it also contains many pagan images and even demons. In the interpretation of the Suta teachings, as long as the pagan image is subdued by the Suta teachings, they can enter the Suta religious system. And these demons can be driven by those with high cultivation level."

Ke Xun: "...I feel the ill will from the gods."

Mu Yiran looked at him and moved his lips: "If you know the time when this painting was completed, you might feel more profound."

"...Please try to speak tactfully." Ke Xun said.

The truth from Mu Yiran was not euphemistic at all: "At that time, there were only churches, slave owners, and slaves."

"..." Ke Xun smiled softly, "Isn't it what I expected?"

"From the texture and style of the clothes we wear, it is clear that our role will not be a slave owner." Mu Yiran retracted his gaze. "However, even if it is a believer in the sect, in that era, life and death could not be controlled."

Ke Xun raised his hand and slowly put it on the top of his head: "...I heard that the skin-scraping torture used on slaves at that time was to slit the skin from the top of the head, then pour mercury into it, If you sink, you can just fall off the entire human skin from the flesh, and you can live a while...I'll go to Qin Ci."

He was about to get up.

"What are you doing?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

"Go and ask Dr. Qin if there is any good way to commit suicide without pain in one second," Ke Xun said, "I don't want to watch myself being stripped so much before I die."

Mu Yiran said lightly: "It's probably impossible to have no pain in one second, but if you want to die, the gravel on the ground should help you."

Ke Xun is right to think about it. If it doesn't work, he takes a sharp stone and cuts the artery on his neck. Although it hurts a bit, it is better than peeling the skin.

I opened the tent curtain and picked up the snow from the distant mountains for a while, finally picked two thin stone pieces with sharp edges, and showed them to Mu Yiran: "Do you want it, I will give you a spare."

Mu Yiran didn't answer, but just tossed him indifferently: "You can do it yourself."

Ke Xun smiled, took out his mobile phone from his clothes and looked at the time. It was not the time limit for walking, so he got out of the tent, went to the top where Wei Dong was, and gave him the stone piece: "Good thing I want to share it with my buddies."

"Huh?" Wei Dong asked.

"Suicide weapon." Ke Xun said and ran away.

"Fuck," Wei Dong scolded shiveringly, and put the stone in his arms, "Zhen Nima is my good brother. I think of me for all good things."

Ke Xun concealed the tent and asked Mu Yiran, "Do you have any ideas on how to break the game?"

Mu Yiran pondered: "Since the title of the painting is called "Faith", I think this bureau is related to religion. There are many branches of the Suo Tuo religion, and the system of gods and demons is also very large. It is still a bit early to find a way to break the game."

Ke Xun lay on his back on the felt blanket: "It seems likely that someone will be here tonight."

Mu Yiran listened to his tone very calmly, and when he looked at his face, there was no fear, nervousness or dissatisfaction. With his head resting on his arms, he set up Erlang's legs, like lying on his own latex bed.

Thinking of his bed, I couldn't help but think of the pictures of him in the closet in his bedroom and the pictures of him from childhood to childhood.

At that time, the little boy with curvy smiling eyes and bright smile probably never thought that his life would become like this when he grew up.

Without the parents who loved him, there is no warm room, and finally, even the life of a normal person is gone.

Time passed in silence, and the snow from distant mountains and peaks reflected the sky outside the tent. The tent shadows from far and near were printed on the tent, shaking slightly with the night breeze in the grassland.

If it is outside the painting, this is probably a calm and beautiful night.

Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked at the shadow on the tent.

He thought of the sky outside during the day. It was thrillingly blue, deep and deep, as if in the deepest part of the blue, squeezed against countless huge and strange things.

Ke Xun felt something was wrong.

During the day, even though the sun was dazzling, it seemed... I didn't see where the sun is. The light came from the sky, everywhere, without a single source of concentration and divergence.

If the light is not sunlight, grass, blue sky and snow-capped mountains, it would seem to be filled with a layer of lifelessness.

Ke Xun remembered that on the way back from Wei Dong's tent at that time, there seemed to be no stars in the night sky, only a patch of darkness.

I feel a little breathless thinking about it this way.

Obviously it should be the most transparent and clear place, but at this moment it is too depressive, making people almost suffer from claustrophobia.

Ke Xun panted uncontrollably. The harder he tried, the more he couldn’t breathe. Air entered the nasal cavity and mouth, but couldn’t feel it flowing into the trachea. The lungs were desperately inflated due to lack of oxygen. Open.

"Ke Xun!" Mu Yiran noticed Ke Xun's strangeness and leaned over to stare at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Ke Xun could not speak, and opened his mouth desperately to breathe like a dying fish, but still couldn't breathe in any air.

Mu Yiran frowned, staring at Ke Xun's body twisted and struggling due to the suffocation pain. He suddenly turned over and pressed directly on him, forcibly controlling his tumbling movements, then stretched out his hand and tightly covered his mouth. nose.

Ke Xun's eyes exposed from his hand looked at him firmly, and then slowly bent a shallow arc, lowering his eyelids.

Ke Xun thought he had died like this.

But it’s pretty good to be able to die in Mu Yiran’s hands. It’s better than dying in the hands of those ugly monsters, and it’s better than suicide. Looking back on karma, it’s still better. If you owe yourself a life, you will ask him for debts in your next life, instead of asking him to pay for your life, just sell yourself to yourself.

Unexpectedly, I was thinking about it, and gradually I was breathing up again. The trachea that looked like a shield just now finally regained the sense of existence. A few wisps of air came in from Mu Yiran's fingers and kept getting in. In his lungs.

After getting air, the painful lungs slowly improved, and the heavy and short gasps subsided. Ke Xun opened his eyes and met Mu Yiran's eyes above his head.

Before he could see his eyes clearly, Mu Yiran had moved away the hand covering his nose and mouth, and turned to sit aside.

Ke Xun took a few more cautious breaths, and found that his breathing was completely normal. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his face to Mu Yiran: "I thought you wanted to help me die quickly and make me suffer less."

Mu Yiran didn't look at him, just sat cross-legged, with eyes down: "I want to die quickly, I can solve you in a second."

Ke Xun smiled and sat up, and touched the place he had just covered: "What happened just now? I suddenly felt suffocated. Could it be that the power has already begun?"

Mu Yiran finally glanced at him, expressionless: "You are just an alkalosis caused by hyperventilation."

Ke Xun: "Please translate it into vernacular."

"Excessive breathing will reduce carbon dioxide in the body, reduce the acidity in the blood, and increase the alkalinity, causing discomfort." Mu Yiran said coldly.

Ke Xun suddenly said: "That's why you covered me, increased my carbon dioxide content, and rebalanced the pH in the blood-amazing, worthy of being a male god."

Mu Yiran ignored him, closed his eyes cross-legged and calmed himself. After a long time, he suddenly said, "What happened to you just now."

Ke Xun covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and continued to add carbon dioxide to himself, his voice muffled: "I just suddenly felt panicked, as if I was locked in a very narrow and stuffy box, and the sky here Heshan is actually made of models and paint in the box. There is no sense of reality. Even in the previous painting, the locust tree and the graveyard are no different from the real ones, but here, everything They all look very fake."

Mu Yiran opened his eyes slightly, staring at the blanket under him, as if lost in thought.

Ke Xun did not bother him, and lay back aside again, looking at the shadow imprinted by the snow on the tent.

For some time, Ke Xun suddenly discovered that these shadows that had been trembling slightly by the wind had become motionless.

Ke Xun stretched out his hand and gently touched Mu Yiran's knee. While motioning him to look, he wanted to sit up on his feet, but was pressed by Mu Yiran's hand, so he continued to lie down and stared at the shadow on the tent with him.

The shadow didn't move, the snow light in the distant mountains became pale, and from pale to pale, all the voices in the world suddenly disappeared, and the silence seemed to have exhausted all the air.

Time passed in this vacuum-like atmosphere, and when Ke Xun's eyes staring at the tent began to become sour, the shadow on the tent suddenly changed.

A dark, huge shadow slowly slid down from the sky, like a large drop of thick paint, squeezed from the sky slowly, viscous, and fatty, and slowly extended when it slipped into the air. Coarse twigs came out.

No, not branches, but eight arms and two legs, thick and fat, twisting and dancing in the air, like a crying and struggling baby after birth.

This huge shadow was constantly twisting in a strange posture and angle, and slowly fell to the ground, like a giant spirit god, with the sky above its head, the feet on the ground, and the thick and soft legs taking very uncoordinated steps. In this dead silence, there was a heavy and slow gasp like an obese patient.

The giant shadow slowly moved its bent legs among the tents, and the highest tent top only reached its knees. It didn’t rush, and stopped beside each tent, as if watching carefully and carefully. Pick.

Ke Xun saw the giant shadow staying next to Wei Dong's tent for ten minutes, and finally moved his legs again and walked over here.

It's getting closer and closer to him and Mu Yiran.

Ke Xun didn't know how to avoid this thing. There was no place in the tent that could block the body. This time it was obviously different from the previous painting. This thing seemed to be randomly selected.