Chapter 116 The warlike family

"It sounds unreliable to me." Shen Ti leaned over and squeezed between An Wujiu and Zhou Yijue, "I can't come across such a good thing."

Zhou Yijue put away his palm, "Maybe it's an easter egg during the game. Many games will place some easter egg programs in a certain level for players to find. It's nothing special."

Noah's shoulders sank, raised his head, and said to An Wujiu with a helpless expression; "I have persuaded him."

What An Wu Jiu finds strange is not the sudden appearance of the Snow Maiden, nor the Easter eggs, but the benefits brought by this fire—the miracle of rebirth.

How could it fit Zhou Yijue's greatest wish so well?

"Then let him hold it." Shen Ti shrugged, "It's not our bad luck anyway."

So everyone returned to the temple together, during which An Wujiu asked for more information about the woman just now, Noah recalled some, and thought of a point that she thought was wrong.

"The elder sister was covered in injuries, and after saying thank you to us, she asked us, 'Is it really okay to let her go like this?' It seemed like she was deliberately emphasizing this sentence."

An Wu Jiu frowned slightly, "Then what?"

Noah told him, "Then I said that since it's all untied, you can go."

Zhou Yijue on the side repeated what the woman said, "It feels like she should have escaped from somewhere. She said that if she hadn't met us, she would be like those people tomorrow, and she would definitely die."

Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "Tomorrow? Isn't tomorrow..." He said, turning his head to look at An Wujiu.

“Well, the ritual that the townspeople emphasized.” An Wujiu walked in the snow and said to everyone, “These should be the plot lines in this game, apart from the confrontation between factions, I guess we also need to solve the problem of the water city. Mystery."

"Speaking of which..." Nan Shan said, "Wu You and I chatted with the local townspeople when we were picking up food, and I heard from them that the leaders and nobles of the Water City often go out, but they just go to Some surrounding places. And religion is prevalent here, every household believes in gods, the penetration of religion is very high, and there are very grand ceremonies every month.”

"What exactly does the ceremony do?" Noah frowned, and those terrible memories came back to his mind again, "Is it the same as what we did last night?"

Wu You shook his head, "They didn't say that, they just said that all city residents should participate in the festival. Alcohol is usually forbidden here, but during the festival, the taboos that have been observed before will be lifted. Everyone drinks and revels, tastes delicious food, listens to Getting up is no different from a holiday.”

Just listening to these words is indeed no problem, but thinking of the woman who appeared and disappeared in the snow just now, I am afraid it is not so simple.

Although the citizens of the Water City are dressed in simple clothes, they have their own shelters when faced with such a big snowstorm, and there is no shortage of survival resources for the time being, which is completely different from that woman.

Her appearance means that in addition to the citizens of Water City, there is another group here.

Only two days have passed, three players have already died, and one is waiting for the sacrifice at dusk. There are only eight people left in the temple.

Entering the room, An Wu Jiu took off the hat on his cloak and walked towards Shiping, and finally stopped in front of the statue.

Shen Ti also stood side by side with him, looking up at the giant stone sculpture.

"This fairy looks really ugly."

An Wu Jiu looked at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm a priest after all, wouldn't it be disrespectful to say such things here?"

"It's really ugly." Shen Ti didn't care at all, instead he turned his attention to another matter. He leaned closer, lowered his head and asked An Wujiu in a low voice, "I'm not so ugly, am I?"

An Wu Jiu couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Ti felt bad in his heart, "Forget it, I don't need to be ugly now."

Not only is it not ugly.

An Wu Jiu pursed a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I feel that you have grown up according to my aesthetic."

In ordinary situations, these words would seem like a compliment or flirtation to ordinary people, but between Shen Ti and An Wujiu, there are traces to follow.

"Maybe it is." Shen Ti smiled and took An Wu Jiu's shoulders, "The aesthetics are not bad." He pointed to the statue in front of him and looked at it, "If they have such aesthetics, I would He must have grown into a freak."

An Wu Jiu didn't like what he said, so he poked him with his elbow.

Shen Ti suddenly felt that he had said something wrong, and immediately sought to make up for it, "No, it's ugly."

An Wu Jiu laughed helplessly, just as he was about to speak, Nan Shan's voice came from behind him.

"You guys are here too." Nan Shan smiled, this time the outfit was in line with his needs, the cuffs of the robe were very wide and just fit.

Just when someone came, Shen Ti turned his head and asked coldly, "Nan Shan, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Nan Shan was stunned for a moment, and turned his eyes to An Wu Jiu, as if asking for help.

"Look at what he's doing, look at me!" Shen Ti pointed to his face.

"Good-looking is good-looking..." Nanshan hesitated, "But..."

Shen Ti almost rolled his eyes, "How can there be a but? It must be your eyesight." As soon as he finished complaining, when he turned his head, An Wujiu's eyes crooked with laughter.

He hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

"That's not what it means." Nan Shan explained with some embarrassment, "but I personally might not like this type, it's too tall..."

Shen Ti also laughed, "Who made you like it!" He leaned on An Wujiu's shoulder and laughed, and when he had finished laughing, he asked Nan Shan, "Then how tall do you like it?"

"Just..." Nan Shan thought about it for a while, but a person suddenly appeared in his mind, which startled him a lot.

"Just what?" Shen Ti glanced at An Wu Jiu, "I personally suggest that you rule out the height of about 1.8 meters, it is not suitable."

After he finished speaking, he asked again seriously, "What do you like?"

"I like it..." Nan Shan suddenly stammered, and before she could express a clue, a familiar voice suddenly appeared behind her.

"Taoist?" Wu You came over and found that Shen Ti and An Wujiu were a little strange, "Why are they all crowded here?"

Shen Ti felt that he interrupted their aesthetic discussion, "Oh, you little brat, don't meddle in the affairs of adults, darling, go play by yourself."

Wu You disgustedly pulled him away from An Wu Jiu, "You should be playing alone, pestering my brother Wu Jiu every day, is it bothering you?"

An Wu Jiu is already used to the small fight between the two of them, he smiled and looked away, just in time to see Nan Shan staring at Wu You in a trance.

"Nanshan?"

Hearing An Wu Jiu's voice, Nan Shan finally returned to her senses and looked at him.

An Wu Jiu noticed something, but didn't say anything, changed the subject calmly, "You came here to see this stone statue, right?"

Nan Shan nodded, "Yes, I think it's a little strange." He approached An Wujiu and pointed at the stone statue, "Generally speaking, in the early days of human beings, the worship of gods often came from nature, so the image of gods is basically the same. It comes from the animals and plants that appear in their living range, or from humans themselves. But the image carved out of this stone…”

An Wu Jiu said, “Isn’t it too weird?”

Nan Shan nodded, "Actually, to say it's weird, the content drawn in some ancient religious books I've seen before is not that weird, but this one in front of me seems to be uncomfortable just by staring at it. There are preferences in the shaping of the image of God, some are in the direction of majesty and solemnity, and some are in the direction of so-called beauty, the original direction, but there is basically no such type, and it does not look like a positive image of God.”

This made An Wujiu think of the god he summoned when he was a child, that is, the body of Shen Ti.

Compared to this disgusting body with various animal limbs and countless pairs of snake eyes, that image is more vague and impermanent, and every time it is different, it seems that every time he sees it is only a part of God. .

"You mean that the gods people believe in are not quite right." An Wujiu said.

Nanshan nodded, "Look at where they are placed, the temples and temples are used to worship the gods, but no temple will hide the gods with a whole wall. Offensive."

This is indeed the case.

"And look at the totems on their murals," Nan Shan pointed to the ceiling and analyzed, "The murals of each religion can reflect what the religion itself admires and what it does not."

From the first moment An Wujiu entered here, he observed the paintings here, most of them were warriors with weapons.

"It's warlike here."

Nan Shan nodded, "I think so too, these totems all reflect the scenes of their battles, they are dressed in brightly colored costumes and wear bright feathers on their heads, I am afraid they are all to push back the enemy with momentum on the battlefield. ."

Shen Ti listened for a while, and stopped arguing with Wu You, "So, the leaders here go out from time to time to fight."

Wu You also suddenly realized, "That's why those city residents said that their leaders would bring a lot of food and gifts when they came back. It turned out that those were trophies."

A city formed by fanatical militants, then the gods they most worship are probably also related to fighting.

An Wu Jiu thought silently, and suddenly, he saw Meghan come out of the corridor of the lounge with a very bad expression on his face.

She glanced at them defensively, turned her head and left.

"I don't think this game is about a werewolf killing a good person. It's as simple as a good person killing a werewolf." Nan Shan said to them, "Just like the girl Noah and the others met today, I think there will be more clues at the festival tomorrow."

An Wujiu thought of Yasia who warmly entertained them that day, and her eccentric husband, always felt that the story of the city in the water would not be so simple.

In this place, their hunger and fatigue were more obvious and more serious than usual, so they shared the food donated by the city residents and went back to their rooms to rest.

Shen Ti said that he didn't agree, and also said that his room was too cold, so he insisted on squeezing into a small bed with An Wujiu, hugging him from behind.

An Wu Jiu lay peacefully in a safe embrace, but it was difficult to fall asleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be lying flat on an operating table, his arms were shattered alive by the machine, his skin and muscles were cut open, and icy tweezers came in to pick up the fragments of the bones little by little.

In order to test his pain tolerance, they even performed these tortures called experiments without injecting any anesthesia. They only put on a muzzle, tied him up, and locked him in a blank room with nothing after the end. Not even a bed.

He could only limp on the floor, unable to get up, like an abused dog. An Wu Jiu suddenly remembered why he was so sensitive to voices and things that haven't happened yet, even the sound of Shen Ti's earrings colliding can be clearly distinguished.

Because when he was locked up, he was most afraid of hearing sounds, especially the sound of opening the door. After hearing this, he would subconsciously shrink back and hide, because he didn't know what would happen next, whether it was to stick electrodes on his temples and top of his head, stimulate the electrodes that hurt into the brain, or continue to use mental pollution. Spiritual strengthening exercises.

One of the many contents of pollution is the constant broadcast of images of human beings dying, all kinds of people, all kinds of ways to die, for a long time, An Wu Jiao's brain was numb, he saw the living beings. The researchers also felt that they were walking corpses.

When he calmly accepts any pollution and is indifferent, there is a small reward - a whole day's rest, but during this rest, he can still hear the sounds that are played over and over again: about The supreme moral code, about help, about sacrifice, about all humanity.

But the scary thing is that in addition to these experiments in the physical sense, they will also cultivate his abilities. Different people impart different knowledge to him. Everything he has now is given by those people.

With his eyes closed, Shen Ti didn't fall asleep, he could feel An Wu Jiao in his arms trembling slightly, even restraining his trembling.

Shen Ti hugged him tighter, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"sorry."

An Wu Jiu opened his eyes and escaped from the nightmare of the past because of Shen Ti's words.

"Why do you say that?" He turned around and looked at Shen Ti face to face.

Shen Ti just couldn't accept that he was just a bystander in the past, and for the first time he felt regret for one thing.

Although An Wujiu couldn't hear Shen Ti's inner voice, he didn't have such super power, but because of love, he could feel Shen Ti's sadness.

He hugged Shen Ti and pressed his face against his warm collarbone.

"You don't know how important you are."

For An Wujiao in the past, those who have the same human face as him, they wear elite clothes and have high-sounding reasons, but they inflict extremely cruel atrocities on him, keeping him in a ten square meter in a small room like a man-made virus living in a petri dish.

And the only one who comforted him and gave him the courage to survive was a god who was terrifying, terrifying, and indescribable from the eyes of the world. He is countless times higher than all mental pollution experiments, and whoever looks at them may go crazy.

The normal kind have turned An Wu Jiao into a monster that can only be redeemed by monsters.

"I love you, Shen Ti." An Wujiu's voice almost trembled, "Without you, I would have long since ceased to exist."

Shen Ti hugged him back, but in fact, a long time ago, he couldn't even hug.

Now, why wasn't he created by An Wujiu?

An Wu Jiu felt that he was both sad and happy, at least he could meet Shen Ti, at least when he met him there were no such memories, he could fall in love with him without any worries.

He understands that amnesia is probably man-made, but at least he who has lost those memories can meet these precious people like a normal person.

If he had been trapped in the experiment for ten years, it would not be a good result if he was directly put on the altar.

No matter how reluctant they were, the twilight sacrifice still came as scheduled. Following the urging of the holy sound, the people gathered in the hall of the shrine after the rest, and a new sarcophagus appeared with Matsuura Mori inside.

An Wu Jiu looked down at Matsuura's face, feeling a little sad in his heart.

A man approached him, looked up, it was Zhou Yijue.

"I want to give this to you." Zhou Yijue spread out his hand towards him, and inside was the spark he got.

"why?"

"I'm afraid I will still be manipulated this time." He looked at An Wujiu, "It seems that you won't be controlled, neither will Shen Ti."

An Wu Jiu asked, “How do you know?”

"Although you can't do anything when you're being controlled, and your mind is blank, but after the end, there will be memories of the sacrifice. You succeeded in resisting but fainted. Shen Ti was completely uncontrolled." Zhou Yijue explained to him, He gave him the fire again in a gesture of request, "Please help me once."

An Wu Jiu nodded, took the fire from his hand, silently lifted the sarcophagus with the others, and walked towards the direction of the sacrifice.

The blizzard outside was even bigger. In front of it was the day that was about to set in the west, and behind it was a blood moon that was gradually rising with endless blood light. Their footsteps were very heavy, and every step they stepped on the deep snowdrifts, the long and far-reaching screams sounded in their ears again, which made people feel hairy.

This time, An Wu Jiu can obviously feel that he is much better than the last time, not so groggy.

Just when he put down the sarcophagus and the blue flame appeared out of thin air, a powerful force instantly suppressed his limbs, and a powerful resistance appeared inexplicably.

An Wu Jiu saw it, there were three transparent pillars vaguely appearing behind the blue flames, as if they were frozen ice.

Long before going up the mountain, he handed the fire to Shen Ti, only Shen Ti was completely out of control, just in case, this matter could only be done by him.

The controlled crowd was beating and playing weird and primitive music, and an uncontrolled believer appeared among them, disobeying God's will, holding fire and leaving the sacrifice crowd.

An Wujiu's body was hard to move, so he had to hold the obsidian sharp knife. But his eyes were always on Shen Ti, watching him run towards the three pillars, and also watching the blue flame rushing towards Shen Ti!

"Shen Ti!" An Wu Jiu broke through the control of that power in an instant and shouted out.

Shen Ti didn't look back. He was covered in blue flames, but he was unscathed. He half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand, and ignited the three sacred pillars standing in front of him.

The three transparent divine pillars were instantly poured into the dazzling blue by the small fire.

Just when An Wujiu was waiting for a miracle to appear, the three divine pillars suddenly rushed upwards and flew into the half-red and half-white sky.

I thought they would disappear into the sky like this, but in the next second, a huge sound erupted in the distant sky.

An Wujiu raised his head, he was surprised to find out.

The sky is like a broken mirror, with many huge cracks shattered.