Chapter 25 Belief 03┃Not a simple newcomer.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 25 Belief 03┃Not a simple newcomer."

weight="95738"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Qin Ci got up and patted him on his shoulder. There was a coldness in his mellow voice: "Let's try our best to take care of him."

Wei Dong pulled over the shoulder bag-he was originally carrying a shoulder bag in the hall, but after entering the painting, it became a coarse cloth shoulder bag.

In the bag he brought beef jerky, chocolate sausage and even a five-pack of instant noodles. Seeing that the poor child looked scared, he wanted to take out a piece of chocolate to comfort him, but as soon as he opened the bag, he was dumbfounded. The instant noodles turned into noodles. , The chocolate became a squishy solid, and the beef jerky and sausages returned directly to the raw meat state, mixed into pieces.

"What has this Nima become!" Wei Dong stunned, took out the yellow thing that looked like chocolate and held it in his hand and stared.

"It looks a bit like cheese." Qin Ci said.

"Cheese?" Wei Dong looked dumbfounded. "I can understand that instant noodles turn into dregs and cooked meat turns into raw meat. What is the weird idea of ​​turning chocolate into cheese?"

Ke Xun touched his body, found the phone, swiped the screen and looked at it. As expected, he still only retained the functions of time and lighting.

"It's probably all degraded." Replied Wei Dong, and then asked Qin Ci, "Mu Yiran hasn't come yet?"

Qin Ci shook his head.

As he was talking, I suddenly felt the sun shine brightly, making it hard to open people's eyes for a while. When the light passed, there were two more people in the field of vision, from startled to panic, to frantic screaming.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong looked at the two people emotionally.

Seeing them is like seeing yourself as a newcomer to the last painting. At that time, no one could think of what an unimaginable experience they would face next.

These people do not know how many survived in the end.

The two finally saw the people here, and ran over here staggeringly. They were two young men, one man and one woman. They looked like lovers. The man shouted at Ke Xun, "Man! How did this happen? What's the matter?"

When the two ran closer, Ke Xun replied, "This is the painting, the world in the painting. It sounds incredible, right, but this is what happened. We are all in the painting you just saw."

The man was also dumbfounded, and he blurted out: "Isn't this fucking nonsense?! Are you sick?"

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows: "Do you have medicine?"

The man was both frightened and angry: "Are you crazy?!"

Ke Xun: "Can you cure it?"

The man was furious: "I'm grass--" He was about to punch Ke Xun's face when he cursed. Ke Xun easily leaned back and avoided the past. The man turned his head and continued to use his hands, but was given by Wei Dong next to him. Grabbed.

"My buddy, take a moment," Wei Dong said, "Don't mess with him, if you really do, he can beat you up and call you father."

"Get up and drive!" The man shook Wei Dong away, and came at Ke Xun, before being pulled by his girlfriend.

"Zhou Bin! Don't make trouble with you! Quickly ask what's going on!" His girlfriend panicked with crying voice.

Zhou Bin glared at Ke Xun, put down his fist, and glanced at the other people. He saw that most of them were similar to him and his girlfriend. They were all flustered. Only one of the tall, clean and calm-faced men looked here calmly. , He walked over and asked: "Brother, please ask, where is this? What is going on?"

Qin Ci has the patience as a doctor, so he briefly explained to Zhou Bin and his girlfriend. Zhou Bin and his girlfriend stayed there immediately after listening.

Ke Xun paid no attention to this side, turned his head and looked into the distance.

In the distance are rolling mountains, the top of which is covered with mottled snow, shining dazzling light in the sun.

The sky above my head was exceptionally blue, and even a little abnormally blue. It was clear and clear, but it seemed to be crowded with countless huge terrible things.

Ke Xun took a breath, the air was filled with the coldness and coldness of distant snow.

"I can't breathe a little bit." Wei Dong crouched on his feet and said.

"Indeed, although this place is empty, there is an inexplicable sense of pressure and suffocation." Ke Xun said.

"Isn't it because you want to kill us with suffocation?" Wei Dong shuddered. "This method of death is terrible. If it's this way, I'll be killed in advance."

When the voice fell off, I heard Zhou Bin’s girlfriend behind him let out a sharp cry: "How could this happen—I don’t want to die—Zhou Bin! Zhou Bin! What to do! I don’t want to die—"

Wei Dong and Ke Xun looked at each other, and it was obvious that Qin Ci had clearly explained the things in the painting to these people.

Ke Xun didn't want to listen anymore, looking at the snow light on the mountain top in the distance.

Wei Dong looked left and right for a while: "Why the big shepherd hasn't come yet? Isn't it a decision that he would rather die outside than go into painting?"

"He's not the kind of person who will accept his fate and retreat in the face of difficulties." Ke Xun said.

Wei Dong sighed: "This is a boast? Are you really interesting to him?"

Ke Xun put his hands behind his head: "There are many meanings of'interesting', which can be admiration, admiration, admiration, or his soul fan."

"...Okay, I know what you mean." Wei Dong said, "Just enjoy yourself, I support you. Anyway, I don't know when my life will be confessed in the painting. Since I may hiccup at any time Fart, do whatever you want."

The two of them were chatting to calm their emotions when they were just entering the painting. Suddenly they felt that the sunlight in front of them had once again become dazzling and dazzling. When the light passed, they looked around and saw Mu Yiran, a tall group of people, walking towards this side.

Ke Xun curled his lips unconsciously and kicked Wei Dong who was still squatting on the side: "Get up."

"What are you doing." Wei Dong stood up reluctantly, "Your male god is not my male god, I have to join you in welcome?!"

Ke Xun looked at the way Mu Yiran walked, and sighed: "The big guy is the big guy, even the beggar dressed up like an artist."

Wei Dong took a look at the pergola and sighed: "This dress looks like a beggar on both of us, but when worn on someone else's body, it's a fairy wind..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw that the dead guy next to me had already greeted him with a slap in the face, so he had to mumble "Yan Gou" and go with him.

"Everyone is there." Qin Ci said to Mu Yiran.

Thirteen people.

Mu Yiran glanced at the crowd and ignored them, but looked at Qin Ci: "Where is the place?"

Qin Ci pointed behind him, "Downhill."

Turning a few huge boulders three or four people high, it is a steep slope going down the mountain. There are no traces of artificial development, and there is almost no vegetation growing. The slope is full of large and unexpected boulders and gravel. Off-white pattern.

At the bottom of this slope, there is a large, relatively flat open space. There are dozens of scattered tents on the open space, large and small, and only one large, which can accommodate ten people at the same time. Small but extremely small, and the texture looks extremely thin.

Qin Ci walked in front, carefully groping the way downhill. Ma Zhenhua followed closely. Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun and walked down without saying a word. Ke Xun was about to follow, but saw that Several newcomers flinched and stayed in place, no one dared to move.

Ke Xun looked at the family of three and said to the father: "Catch up. It's useless to stay here. It's even more dangerous when it gets dark. You will die here. Go down and find a way to leave. Maybe you still have a chance to survive. ."

The father's lips trembled slightly, and finally he held his wife with one hand and the child with the other, and followed silently.

When other people heard Ke Xun's words, it might be out of herd mentality, or they could see that Qin Ci Mu Yiran and the others were experienced, so they didn't stay anymore, trembling and supporting each other to walk down the slope.

Ke Xun actually didn't understand, how could there be such filthy and terrible things in such a clear and clean environment, what is in the heart of the person who painted such a picture?

Although this slope is not easy to walk, there is nothing particularly dangerous, except that there are four ladies and one and a half older children among the thirteen people, and all kinds of exclamations and screams are indispensable for the journey.

Wei Dong ran to the 10** year old long-haired beauty long ago, and the old eunuch walked down with her arm in one hand as if she was waiting for the queen mother.

When the sun was to the west, everyone finally came to the tent. From the largest tent, a middle-aged man wrapped in a cloth robe, dressed like everyone else, came, with a dark face and chapped lips. The low figure, the dark eye sockets, the more white and black eyes looked at everyone, and he said stiffly: "Go to bed early tonight, don't run around outside, come to this tent at dawn tomorrow morning. , I am waiting for you here. Now I will arrange your accommodation."

The crowd did not respond, but listened in silence.

This person didn't care, and his bleak eyes swept over everyone: "You are all sleeping in the tent tonight. The tent is small. Only two people can use one-remember, only two people."

Thirteen people can only live with one of two, which means that there will be one person who will be alone.

After speaking, the middle-aged man went to a small tent at the far end, leaving everyone behind.

It seems that the allocation of tents can be decided by everyone.

Ma Zhenhua was the first to react, and took a few steps to Mu Yiran, looking at him hopefully: "Brother Mu, I...can I have a tent with you? Please!"

Before Mu Yiran could speak, he heard the chubby young girl in glasses yelling: "Wait a minute! Can you hear me say something?"

Everyone looked at her together.

After the initial sluggishness and fright, this girl with glasses is unexpectedly calmer than the other newcomers at this moment. Although her face is still pale, her voice still has a little tremor: "What I want to say is, although I don't know what happened later What terrible things will happen, but I think the more this is the time, the more we should give play to the spirit of collectivism. Whether it is a novel or a movie, you should know that people who fight alone never end well."

Seeing everyone listening, the glasses girl seemed to be a little encouraged, pointed at Qin Ci Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, and continued: "It can be seen that you should be experienced people, and you know each other. Relatively speaking, people like us don't know anything about this...'world' at all. We are very passive and helpless. Generally speaking, people like us are the easiest to die.

"So I sincerely hope and implore you all, in a humanitarian spirit, to help us. After all, there are many people, and we are alive. It will definitely help you. The fewer people, the greater the danger. Isn't it?

"I beg you to help us so that everyone can survive. Everyone works hard together to find a way to leave. It is better than just four or five of you, right?

"I feel that the person has a problem just now. He deliberately stated that each tent can only live up to two people. I think there must be a problem. I have a foreboding what might happen tonight.

"Under this situation, I beg you to give us a little kindness and don't let us face it alone, okay?

"So what I mean is...can you ask you experienced people to live in tents for us inexperienced people to give us more chances to live. Please! Please! Please! I. I believe you are all good people, all kind people, please!"

Ke Xun couldn't help but look at the glasses girl a few more times.

It's really hard to look at.

This girl with glasses has a very clear mind and a clear-cut speech. What is rare is that she can still maintain a bit of calm in this situation, better than a few men.

The newcomers who enter the painting are not all purely weak.