Chapter 32 Belief 10┃The second death condition.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 32 Belief 10┃The second death condition."

weight="95745"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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"Don't talk about these empty words with me, it's fucking like this, singing high-profile chicken soup, it's a fart!" Wei Dong wiped his face with his hands, with a nervous red on his cheeks, and stared at Ke Xun.

"Dongzi, calm down." Ke Xun noticed Wei Dong's sudden change of emotions, reached out and shook his shoulders, and he pushed them away.

"Okay, I don't need you to pity me," Wei Dong knew that he was emotionally broken. He didn't hesitate to say anything, but he couldn't stop himself. "Don't make you feel as positive as you are, you really Don't you want to die? Have you never thought about giving up?

"Since your parents...Look at what kind of shit you have turned into. There is no decent furniture in the house. You have to eat, drink, and sleep as you like , How would you like to spend how you want to spend, if you don't have to spend it, you will die, am I right?

"What was you like before? What are you now? I don't have a B number in my heart?

"It doesn't matter if you die without worry, I fucking don't want to die! I have a father and a mother in my family, I have a fucking job, and I don’t see through the world like you. It doesn’t matter, I just want to be good My son is alive, living as ordinary as before, my fucking..."

Wei Dong said with a nasal voice, and buried his face on his knees.

Ke Xun didn't speak, sitting motionless, staring at the rag underneath.

Mu Yiran didn't speak either, only Wei Dong's repressed heavy gasp was in the tent.

This gasp lasted for a long time, gradually slowly and long, and the voice seemed to be empty, around the body, even above the head.

As soon as Ke Xun grasped the back of Wei Dong's neck, his voice came into his ears extremely softly: "Dongzi, silence."

Wei Dong stopped abruptly, froze under the palm of Ke Xun's hand and dared not move.

The snow outside the tent turned pale, and a large group of thick black and sticky things slowly slipped towards the ground in the sky several times lower than it looked during the day, and gradually transformed into eight strong arms and torso heads, two The sturdy, bent legs fell on the ground and moved slowly.

Lie down. Mu Yiran made a gesture at Ke Xun, and by the way took the jasmine in his arms.

The space in the tent was small, and all three people had to lie side by side, and it was very crowded.

After Ke Xun lay down Wei Dong, he turned and turned his back to face Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran lay halfway down. Seeing this, he paused and turned around, leaving the back of his head to Ke Xun.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down on one side, the guy behind him lay hands and feet on his body and hugged him tightly from behind. Mu Yiran stiffened and reached out to pinch the one that Ke Xun was holding on his waist. With a strong hand, Ke Xun immediately hurt and sweated.

"The land is small, forbearance," Ke Xun whispered into his ear, "Tongzi is about to be squeezed out."

After a long time, Mu Yiran barely loosened his wrist.

Suddenly seeing a few small purple jasmine flowers in his arms, his forehead jumped.

This person is really the only one he has seen in his life, the guy who can hit the snake with the stick and dare to lift the tiles on the roof of your house after a step!

Juying walked slowly to the tent where Sha Liu and Li Ziling were. The last person who teamed up with them was Qin Ci. The giant shadow bent over their tent to check, eight uncontrolled arms twisting and waving in confusion.

After watching for a while, Ju Ying moved his legs and walked towards the tent where the family of three was located.

After observing for a long time, the giant shadow finally came to the tent where Ke Xun and the others were.

The huge black mass rumblingly pressed against the tent roof, and the thick and long gasping sound seemed to be moving in the ears. Ke Xun heard the faint sound of limb rubbing, and then the scratching of nails on the tent leather.

——Did it choose this tent?

Ke Xun felt Wei Dong's body trembling behind him, but he could not help him, nor could he help himself.

Maybe because this is the second painting I have entered, I have more experience and feelings about death, and more endurance and habit of fear, or maybe because of the lack of speech that Wei Dong said just now The choice of words came to the point of the pain that Ke Xun had been avoiding deep thinking and contemplation for a long time. Now that he died, he was suddenly able to face his truest heart.

So Ke Xun unexpectedly discovered that he was not so afraid of death.

However, Wei Dong was wrong. He had a good time, not because he had lost his life. He just had no care and obsession, and lived more casually.

He is not afraid of death, but he is also willing to live hard.

His faith is not money, or maybe he has no faith at all, or whatever he wants is his true faith.

The sound of nails scratching the tent suddenly disappeared.

The giant shadow moved slowly away from the top of his head, and walked towards the tent where Zhou Bin, Zhao Dan and Ma Zhenhua were.

The screams suddenly exploded, and the giant shadow straightened up, headed up to the sky, feet on the ground, several arms twisted and tangled, and shook hands to the other person who was struggling frantically.

"Don't—please—let me—I don't want to die—" Ma Zhenhua's heart-piercing voice seemed to come from directly pulling his chest apart, and in the next instant, the giant shadow He twisted his scalp with his hand and tore it lightly.

Ke Xun closed his eyes, Ma Zhenhua's screams like wild beasts and ghosts almost pierced the ear drums.

This cry continued for a while, gradually weakened, and gradually disappeared.

No second person died this night.

It may be that Ma Zhenhua's death almost made him sleepless last night. It may also be that the nerves of Ma Zhenhua were strained to the extreme and he became tired. Ke Xun fell asleep in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already twilight. Without Mu Yiran, Wei Dong sleeps like a pig beside him.

Ke Xun got up and got out of the tent and saw Mu Yiran standing motionless in the morning light, looking at Zhou Bin and their tent.

Ke Xun walked to his side and followed his gaze together. He saw a large group of bloody human figures curled up on the ground not far from the tent.

It was stripped alive, Ma Zhenhua.

"What's the matter?! Isn't there a sacrificial shelter? Why are people still dead?!" Zhou Bin, who got out of the tent, collapsed and sat on the ground, clutching his head.

Qin Ci turned around to block the sight of the two girls and told them not to look there. The Geng family three did not even come out of the tent.

"This time I changed a way of death." Ke Xun retracted his gaze and looked at Mu Yiran. "It seems that these sacrifices are not useful, and the giant shadow picking people doesn't seem to have much to do with how many people in each tent. "

"The number of people in the tent is only the first death trigger condition," Mu Yiran said while thinking. "When this condition cannot be met, then we will go back to the second and use the second death condition to filter."

"Then what do you think this second condition will be? Does it have something to do with the type of sacrifice?" Ke Xun also thought while thinking.

"Maybe," Mu Yiran said.

"I don't know if it is my illusion," Ke Xun said, "I always feel that the giant shadow last night is bigger than the giant shadow the night before."

"Are you sure?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

Ke Xun thought about it carefully and nodded: "Yes, and I'm sure it's definitely not because of the difference in size caused by the distance of the light. It is indeed larger and taller than the night before."

Mu Yiran looked down and thought, Ke Xun didn't bother him, went back to the tent and picked up Wei Dong. When he came out of the tent again, Ma Zhenhua's bloody corpse was covered by Qin Ci with a torn blanket.

"The peeling is very neat and neat," Qin Ci was whispering to Mu Yiran in the big tent. "There is no trace left, it is the whole peeled off. I suspect this is the same as the previous painting. Something stipulates us people. Different ways of death."

"Is it because of the different sacrifices?" Sha Liu interjected.

"But this doesn't explain why only Ma Zhenhua died last night." Qin Ci said.

"Perhaps because from beginning to end, Ma Zhenhua didn't personally prepare sacrifices like us." Zhou Bin has recovered from the collapse in the morning, and has been by his side to comfort his over-frightened girlfriend. "His person has always been there. In extreme panic, timid and timid, when we prepared all kinds of meat yesterday, he didn't help at all, he kept trembling beside him."

"That makes sense," Qin Ci nodded slightly. "It seems that except for him, all of us have at least tried to find sacrifices."

"According to that, the rest of us have all personally obtained the sacrifice, so no one will die tonight?" Sha Liu asked.

Qin Ci didn't answer, just looked down and thought.

Mu Yiran thought on the side: “The death rules of this painting are obviously different from those of the previous painting. If the death rules of the previous painting are based on classification to determine the way of death, I think this painting may be based on whether the conditions set Is satisfied, and the overall screening.

"'Painting' sets the death screening condition here. Once someone meets a certain condition, this person will be selected, but if no one meets this condition, then soon,'drawing' will use the second one. Conditions to filter us.

"By analogy, the conditions will become more and more demanding due to the continuous increase, and the possibility of us being able to avoid death will be lower and lower. That also means that there will be no one night death in this painting."

Several people who had experienced the last painting exchanged eyes that knew each other well.

Qin Ci thoughtfully: "In other words, the screening criteria for the first night are people who are alone in the tent, and the screening criteria for the second night are people who have not prepared sacrifices by themselves.”

"No," Mu Yiran looked at him, "I think these two conditions are superimposed. The condition of the first night is the person who is placed in the tent. If there are people placed in the tent on the second night, this condition still applies, but If no one places an order, then the second screening condition will appear immediately, and the first condition still exists, then the people who will be selected are [the person who placed the order] and [the person who has not prepared the sacrifice by hand] ], no matter which of these two conditions is met, it will be selected."

Qin Ci's eyes sank: "In other words, these conditions are incrementally added with the advent of each night. On the third night, a new screening condition will be added, and the first two conditions will be applied to us. Death screening?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

What does this mean? This means that the limit on the number of people in each tent has not been lifted and has always existed.