Chapter 109 Children cry

An Wu Jiu stretched out his hand and touched Shen Ti's cheek.

Even though he had no words and was unable to speak, Shen Ti seemed to have read An Wujiu's heart.

His heart was always tied to his own.

"It's so cold." Shen Ti held An Wujiu's hand, "Let's go back."

This pyramid-shaped base is more than 30 meters long, 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, a distant voice suddenly came from afar. A terrifying sound was mingled with the howling cold wind.

An Wu Jiu turned his head suddenly, stood on a high place, all his eyes could see was the snow field, 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 could the human scream be so loud?"

An Wujiu is also unknown.

It sounds like a scream, but even if there is a dead silence here, it is impossible for a human voice to spread so far and so loud.

More like some kind of stabbed behemoth.

While thinking about it, the strange voice appeared again, this time the distance was farther and farther, one after another. The sound was as if a sharp object pierced into their temples, making people tremble and fear.

An Wu Jiu didn't know what was in the distance, he wondered if it was the same disaster as the blood moon, this thought made him think of the wolf howl during the full moon, but it was different.

The snow was still falling non-stop for a moment, as if there was no time to rest, the ground was depressed and cold, and these strange "screams" sounded in vain, casting an eerie shadow over this already strange place.

In front of An Wujiu's eyes, the strange expression of just now Yasia's husband appeared.

"Brother Wugui!"

Hearing Wu You's voice, An Wu Jiu looked back and found that he and Nan Shan were standing in the open space in front of the temple, waving at them.

So An Wu Jiu 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 commoners in the city to get food and water, but they also brought something new by coincidence.

What An Wu Jiu and Shen Ti got was a sharp obsidian knife, while Nan Shan and Wu You got a stone plate with many intricate patterns. 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 the depression, connecting the circle in the center and the edge of the stone disc.

"It's like putting something in, and then something comes out." Toutang Ying pointed at the stone plate and said.

Indeed, An Wujiu stared at the side of the stone plate, the carvings on it were the same as the drawings on the ceiling of the temple, there were many warriors wearing feather crowns, as well as gods in the form of snakes.

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 picket carved out of stone, about thirty centimeters in length. She placed it on the ground, "I don't know what it is for."

"Is it also given to you by the townspeople?" Todo 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.

Todo Sakura nodded, "Matsuura and I went to an old grandfather's house."

Old Yu snorted coldly and said to Megan, "I advise you to stay away from her, she must be a cult."

Todo Sakura smiled nonchalantly, turned to look at Lao Yu, "What about you? What did you get back?"

Lao Yu's thing had already been put on the ground by him, it was a spherical clay sculpture, it didn't look like a vessel, An Wu Jiu 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," Mori Matsuura guessed.

"What's the use of this?" Tengtang Sakura was puzzled. The things they brought back seemed to be 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 it could only put down a stack of corn or a few melons and fruits.

"I brought this back." Yang Ce said solemnly, "It was given to me by an old man."

"The family I went to also had only one old 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 Wu Jiu suddenly realized something.

When they came to this water city, it seemed that they did not see a few children.

"He gave it to me." Noah pointed to everyone. "A drum."

Zhou Yijue was the last person to come back. He patted the snow falling on his body and carried many masks strung with hemp rope in his right hand.

"For you."

He handed it over, one by one.

"These were given to me by the townspeople, and he said these were for the priests, one for each."

An Wu Jiu 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 simply did not prepare the mask of the dead.

The wind and snow became more and more heavy, Shen Ti and Matsuura closed the stone door again, An Wujiu distributed the corn cakes they got from Yasia to everyone. The morning sacrifice has consumed a lot of energy, and everyone is full of suspicion and doubts about each other, and no one wants to say a few more words.

The old man is the most tense among these people, which is understandable for An Wugui, he thinks that the old man is a witch on the field, but even if he is not, he is a cultist, and he must be nervous at this time, because There is always one of him and Todo Sakura who cannot live to see the sun tomorrow.

In exchange for the previous An Wu Jiao, he would definitely not be able to bear these people dying at the altar, but now his heart seems to be getting harder and harder, and it is difficult to show mercy to everyone as before.

At least he thought so.

Wearing Shen Ti's gloves, An Wu Jiu fell asleep alone by the head of the bed, he had a strange dream. dreamed of a huge monster, covered with black scales as hard as nails, each piece glowing with a slight brown-green light, and the center of the scales and the center of each piece was a gem green. Snake Eyes.

Those tentacles, the tentacles curled up and stretched, danced and twisted slowly behind him, and at the top was a cracked blood-red abyss, like a slow and slow carnival, a half-frozen dance. .

He seemed to be trapped in this dark temple. On the golden high platform, the huge monster and the sacred altar, the blood-red fiery clouds behind him, and the glow that fell in as if to pity him, everything was weird and beautiful.

An Wu Jiu felt that he was standing in front of him, his eyes could no longer move anywhere.

He seemed to be completely under control.

It's not just weird, it's not just dangerous, he seems to see the confusion and pain, vulnerability and torture in those countless pairs of pupils.

Facing such a monster that could devour him at any time, An Wujiu actually felt a great pity.

In a trance, he clearly saw that the monster's chest was bleeding, the hard scales seemed to be penetrated by sharp claws, and a green viscous liquid was flowing, it must be his blood.

The pain flowed slowly to his body, An Wu Jiu lowered his head stiffly and found himself covered in blood.

His chest was an empty hole with nothing in it.

Suddenly, a familiar "scream" flashed across his ears, and a sharp voice tried to pull him out. When he was in the temple, he turned his head sharply, and he saw another monster, a huge monster with red pupils. When he turned his head, the scene gradually disintegrated as if it were collapsing, An Wujiu tried to save him in the temple, but he also disintegrated.

The scales on the body fell like rain, and in the end, only one red gem remained, which fell calmly on the ground like a pool of pigeon blood.

An Wu Jiu bent down to pick it up, but what he picked up in the end was an old book, the flannel cover was full of dust.

Just as he turned the first page, he heard his mother scream.

So he woke up.

The first thing An Wu Jiu saw was Shen Ti who was standing beside the bed.

"You sweat a lot." Shen Ti reached out and touched his forehead. When An Wu Jiu saw the lines on his hand, he was suddenly shocked, thinking of the picture in the dream.

"How did the lines on your hand come from?"

Shen Ti's first reaction was to find that he could speak, so the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but when he heard An Wujiu's question, he fell into a myth again.

"I... don't remember." Shen Ti said truthfully, "It should have been born."

"Where were you born? Who are your parents, are they still there?" An Wujiu asked many more questions.

These are the 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 pains 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 born of fear, and that dream made him think and think uncontrollably.

He wondered why the altar was an altar, and why did his father die early?

Why is the mother crazy? Why was he stuck in a lab and turned into a makeover.

Why did he meet Shen Ti.

Why is Shen Ti different from him, different from everyone else.

No, maybe he should be, because he's not human at all!

An Wu Jiu 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 a similar person."

This answer is ambiguous, unable to answer even a single question, he did not understand why An Wujiu asked this, he also wanted to recall it and could answer it properly, 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 him, but stretched out his arms around Shen Ti and hugged him tightly.

"I see." An Wujiu kissed him on the side of his neck, "I see."

When Shen Ti's eyes showed confusion and vulnerability, An Wujiu knew that he didn't need the truth.

No matter what kind of past Shen Ti has, no matter who or what he is, An Wujiu doesn't care.

The only thing he cared about was whether he would lose his vigilance.

The holy sound suddenly sounded.

"Dusk has come, please prepare for the sacrifice."

Like others, they returned to the hall as required after hearing the holy sound. The strange thing was that Andrew, who was lying on the bed in the room, was lying flat under the obsidian monument in the hall at this moment, and was put into a sarcophagus. among.

"Please put on your masks one by one."

Everyone wore masks as required, and brought the objects they brought from the city citizens. The male players lifted the sarcophagus together and walked heavily in the direction of the holy sound.

It was a mountain, covered with snow and ice, the sun was half set, the blood-colored moon had already risen, and the sun and the moon were shining together. The red light sprinkled on the snow-white ground is not the glow of the sunset, but the moonlight of the blood moon. A little bit of climbing, following behind everyone, seems to spread to the top of the mountain.

Strangely, when carrying the coffin up the mountain, An Wujiu kept hearing the cry, every step up, the cry became louder and louder, like a child's cry.

But there is no one else on this hill, only them.

"What are you crying for?" 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."

This sentence made Lao Yu tremble with fright, and his hand almost didn't hold the coffin.

"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."