Chapter 33 Belief 11┃ Is it a devil or a god?

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 33 Belief 11┃ Is it a devil or a god?"

weight="95746"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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After Ma Zhenhua died, the number has now become eleven. Regardless of whether the number of people in each tent is set to be two, three, or four tonight, there will always be people left. Then these one or several people, It is bound to die!

What's more, there will be another unknown screening condition tonight, no one knows what kind of condition it is, no one knows whether he accidentally triggered this condition, no one knows what else he should do The thing is not done.

The unknown and uncertainty form a huge layer of fear, which weighs heavily on everyone's heart.

Today’s task in the daytime is still to find the sacrifice prescribed by the middle-aged man.

After breakfast, Mu Yiran, Ke Xun and Wei Dong went on the road to the north.

The mountains to the north are continuous, and the mountain tops are covered with snow. The sunlight is refracted by the snow. However, Ke Xun has carefully observed that the sunlight is actually the same as the first day when it came. It is not real sunlight. It has no source. It's just shrouded in scattered places.

The blue sky above my head is still far-reaching. Looking up, the depths of the sky, which seems to be packed with something huge, seem to be more crowded and sinking than the first day, and the sky is closer to the ground.

Ke Xun couldn't breathe again.

This is really something that makes him feel particularly fucked-he actually suffers from claustrophobia on the most spacious Ganxiong plateau.

Ke Xun covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and his head hurt suddenly.

"Kerr?" Wei Dong noticed Ke Xun's strangeness, and hurried up to help him, "What's wrong? Morning sickness?"

Ke Xun: "...Your uncle, believe it or not, I throw up your amniotic fluid."

"Looking at this little face, it's pale," Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun's face and couldn't help worrying, and shouted to Mu Yiran who was walking in front of him, "Big brother, Kerr seems to have altitude sickness."

Mu Yiran turned his head and glanced, turned around, looked at Ke Xun's face, and said lightly: "Either stop and rest, or go back."

"Do you want to go by yourself?" Ke Xun looked at him.

"Time waits for no one." Mu Yiran said.

"I just take it easy, give me two minutes." Ke Xun bent down and panted lightly.

"I heard that altitude sickness makes people inhale oxygen," Wei Dong said. "We don't have an oxygen cylinder now, or do we give oxygen artificially?" He said, staring at Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "He is not altitude sickness. Psychological problems lead to physical stress. Just adjust yourself."

He turned and went on.

"It's so ruthless." Wei Dong whispered to Ke Xun.

"It's better to make trouble than you are," Ke Xun straightened up, "Don't make trouble."

"I'm not accustomed to making unreasonable troubles. Blame you on yourself." Wei Dong said, "What are your psychological problems? Why do you cause physical agitation?"

Ke Xun: "... God damn agitation, can the physiological stress response be?"

Wei Dong: "So what are you doing for a physiological reaction?"

Ke Xun: "...Damn."

"Do you feel it," Ke Xun pointed to the head, "This sky is very close to the earth? And this sky is particularly impenetrable, like a blue painted iron plate, pressing it down hard."

Wei Dong looked up at the sky and shook his head hesitantly: "I don't feel anything. It looks pretty high today, but if you look at the aesthetics of the painting, the paintings this day are actually quite ordinary, without a sense of hierarchy. It's like applying a layer of blue paint flatly, and it hasn't been evenly applied. It is darker and lighter. I suspect that this is a problem with the texture of the canvas."

"Really. I always feel that we seem to be locked in a very small space." Ke Xun stared at the sky, and suddenly there was an illusion, as if something was staring at him outside the sky.

The two of them talked and chased Mu Yiran. He walked very fast, even though the mountain road was rugged, it did not affect his speed at all.

Turning around a few peaks, there is another piece of gravel. A small river that flows down from the snow-capped mountains winds along, and the banks of the river are full of vegetation and wildflowers.

"It's like a paradise, where there is a little bit of horror." Wei Dong said.

"No," Ke Xun looked at the bright scenery in front of him, "I think it's terrifying."

"Which scary?" Wei Dong asked.

"Bright horror." Ke Xun said, "Don't you think that all the scenery in front of you is too bright?"

"What's so strange about it, things are clear in a pollution-free place," Wei Dong said. "Furthermore, this is a painting. The vivid scenery may also be due to the vivid colors of the original painting."

"But compared to the previous painting, the traces of this painting are too obvious," Ke Xun said. "In my unprofessional words, it feels like I have used too much force, which makes these scenes look like Special holidays, whether it’s the sky, mountains, rivers, or these stone and weeds, are particularly fake, so it’s terrifying."

Wei Dong scratched his head: "Your horror is so strange, I can't feel it anymore."

As the two talked, Mu Yiran slowed down and even stopped, bending over to study the vegetation by the river.

"Your male god seems to like flowers and plants very much." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun touched his chin, just about to speak, when he raised his eyes, he found that there were several figures shaking in the distance of Shilu.

After looking intently for a while, I found that Qin Ci was bringing Sha Liu and Li Ziling, followed by Zhou Bin Zhao Dan, and finally the three of Geng's family, all coming in this direction.

"It looks like this group is planning to follow us." Wei Dong said.

"No, I want to mix with Mu Yiran." Ke Xun raised his lips, "Excellent people will be followed everywhere."

Mu Yiran's kung fu studying flowers, flowers, and grasses, Qin Ci and others have walked up to the front and said hello, Qin Ci asked: "Xiao Mu is going all the way here, do you have any clues?"

The others looked at Mu Yiran intently.

Now every suspected clue will be treated as a life-saving straw by everyone, desperately trying to catch it.

Seeing Mu Yiran didn’t speak in time, Zhou Bin stepped forward and stared at him: “I advise you to avoid hiding your own things. Only by working hard can we leave here as soon as possible. I believe you neither I like people like Ma Zhenhua. No one of us likes him. You know why. Ma Zhenhua is too selfish. Selfish people will be abandoned by most people sooner or later. I don’t think you want to be abandoned. The one. Tonight you have to redistribute tents. Your decision is related to whether you can be maintained by others. I hope you will consider it carefully."

Ke Xun listened and laughed next to him: "It looks like you are the most selfless person, but I don't know the taste of having human flesh alone last night. I watched the selfish Ma Zhenhua being taken out and peeling. Is it the kind of thing that hurts others or the sadness of the rabbit and fox?"

These words made Zhou Bin’s face tremble, clenched his fist and rushed towards Ke Xun. Ke Xun flashed it easily, and he reached out and held Zhou Bin’s arm: "Your girlfriend is here, I will give You save some face, but I also have something to say in the front: Please be polite to others in the future, no one owes you, and your threats are not important at all. Everyone will defend it. Only capable people, not just People who can speak harshly."

The flesh on Zhou Bin's face trembles more severely, but with just one hand of Ke Xun, he can't move his arm, and he knows that he is not his opponent at all.

When Ke Xun released his hand, Zhou Bin did not entangle him reluctantly. He just stared at him with a calm face and then at Mu Yiran. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I just said awkwardly, but the words are rough. It’s not rough. It’s best to tell anyone who has any ideas and clues. It’s only you who know it. It’s useless. You can do nothing, but sometimes inaction is equivalent to counteracting. Rescue is equivalent to assisting in killing, don’t you think?"

Li Ziling nodded subconsciously, and the others remained silent.

Mu Yiran finally spoke with a cold voice: "I really did not intend to say, because the clues I guessed may not save people, but will harm people. But since you think that speaking is good for you, then I can too Satisfy your requirements. It’s just that what I said before, what I said are only objective deductions on the matter, not guaranteed to be correct, and not responsible for your lives. How to judge and derive is up to you to decide."

"Yes," Zhou Bin sneered, "I accept your disclaimer."

"You can choose not to listen." Ke Xun looked at him with a smile.

"Let's talk about it," Qin Ci said. "The benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom. It is for reference only. It is the individual who makes the decision."

"Then we walked and said." Mu Yiran didn't stop anymore, and walked north.

A group of people followed around and heard Mu Yiran say: "My first guess is that the thing that is picked out of us to kill every night is the demon god of a certain faction of the Satta sect."

Qin Ci nodded: "I also have doubts about this. Since that person asked us to prepare sacrificial supplies, and from last night, at least all those who prepared sacrificial offerings have escaped death. This shows that we These sacrifices prepared are useful and correct. Then through the types of sacrifices, such as human flesh, such as male and female blood, are biased towards evil, which confirms the essence of this thing. It is not a decent god or Buddha, but a devil or ghost."

Mu Yiran went on to say: "Santa Sect has several major branches and several minor branches, and the doctrines and gods of each faction are different. I am not sure which demon god this thing belongs to, but if it The words of a demon god, usually in the scriptures and scriptures of certain branches of the Suotuo religion, are used to worship the angry and fierce gods and the demon gods. There are indeed some evil and even bloody things. Dom, Gala, and Dangka with unknown meanings are similar things."

Everyone suddenly realized that Zhou Bin couldn't help but interject: "Even if we know that they are evil things, we don't know what they refer to."

The father of the Geng family of three suddenly said: "I also have a clue, I don’t know if it’s right. About those eight arms... When my family traveled abroad last year, I saw it at the local Suotuo Temple. I can't remember what it is called. I talked about the angry and fierce gods just now. I suddenly remembered that it seemed to be called... Hei Shi Tian."