Chapter 31: Faith 09┃ See humanity before life and death.

Qin Ci glanced at the sky outside the tent, then looked at the silent people in the tent, and said: "It is normal that you can't ask from the people in the painting, but you still have to be careful in the future. Once you wake them up, I'm afraid they will I think we have to figure out a way to continue to find the remaining ritual supplies. Before that, we still have to think through tonight. Fortunately, we have twelve people now, even if there are three people. The group also happens to be evenly divided, and there will be no unqualified people."
Ke Xun looked at him: "I think this is more dangerous. If a group of three can be divided equally, doesn't it mean that every group of people is likely to be picked by that huge shadow?"
Qin Ci lowered his eyes, silent for a while.
"I think," Sha Liu interjected dumbly, "The key to self-preservation may be the sacrifices we found today. With these sacrifices, will we be able to avoid being picked by the dark shadow?"
Others' eyes lit up when they heard this.
"It must be so right!" Zhou Bin jumped up, "Let's take the sacrifice to the tent, and we will definitely be sheltered!"
"Then divide it into groups and sacrifices." Qin Ci said.
Zhou Bin's gaze was sharp: "Everyone found the other meats in Wugong meat. I don't have any problem with dividing them into pieces. I made the human flesh. I want your help. No one of you will help. , So the human flesh belongs to me. Zhao Dan and I are in a team, and there is only one person left. Any one of you can come."
"I—add me and let me be with you? Please!" Ma Zhenhua knelt before Zhou Bin with a loud cry.
"Then you." Zhou Bin had no expression.
Li Ziling, who had been looking at the side with a pale face, suddenly slapped Shaliu: "We found Wuhuilu, so naturally it belongs to us." Then she looked at Mu Yiran, "Brother and us, just make up enough. three people."
Wei Dong stared blankly.
"My face is big, girl," Ke Xun laughed, "Wu Huilu was found by'you'? Then I would like to ask, which one of the several earthen jars contains the big incense and which one contains the small ones. Xiang, which one contains the male spirit and which one contains the phlegm? If you can be sure, you can take all the five wisdom dews, and I have nothing to say."
Li Ziling bit her lip, and quietly tugged at Saliu next to her.
Sha Liu said embarrassedly: "Anyway, there are a lot of crock pots, let's divide it."
Li Ziling was anxious: "Not enough points at all, we just got a little blood!"
Sha Liu stopped speaking, Li Ziling frowned, stared at Ke Xun for a while, and said with a nasal voice: "Then can you tell what the jars contain?"
Ke Xun hugged his arms and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Why, if I can tell, let us take these five cans?"
"Why do you take it all?" Li Ziling saw Ke Xun's expression, and was not sure for a moment whether he could really tell the difference. "The female blood was obtained by me and Saliu. You can't take this. You can also take the other four quantities. Quite a lot, why can't we give it to us?"
"Beauty, where did your righteous confidence come from?" Wei Dong couldn't help but interjected, "If you look at the world, your brother has to let you?"
"Men should have allowed women a little bit," Li Ziling flattened his mouth aggrievedly, his voice was dumb and soft, and looked at Mu Yiran pitifully, and then at several other men, "Besides, I don't have anything to do with being too strong. There are already a lot of the four kinds of Huilu, why can't we give it to us?"
Wei Dong laughed directly: "You think well, beauty. We found the other four. If you get more, you will get the score. You find the remaining one. If the amount is small, you can't give it to us. May I ask you which teacher taught the ideological and moral class in elementary school?"
"It's not that I don't give you points, it's really very few," Li Ziling shed tears. "We searched the whole village. There was only one girl who had just finished the job. The blood was not readily available. It was what we wanted when she came. The cloth strips we brought with us hadn't had time to wash them. Let us bring them. It's only a small drop, or it's dry. How do we divide it?"
When talking about women, Wei Dong was a bit embarrassed, and then screamed when he was not good, so he had to look at Ke Xun.
Ke Xun withdrew his gaze from Mu Yiran's face and said calmly: "Since there is no way to divide, then don't divide it. You can divide half of the remaining four by yourself."
Wei Dong snorted: "They have gathered together, we are missing four here, who knows if it will work."
"If there is no one that is not suitable, then other people's are also not suitable," Ke Xun said indifferently. "After all, we haven't collected all the prescribed sacrifices. Death is possible for anyone."
After Ke Xun finished speaking, he turned to look at the others: "Who is with us?"
No one said anything. Obviously, everyone still believes that the two who have only four types of Huilu are still more in danger of death than others.
Ke Xun laughed: "Anyway, each tent can only have three people. No one will be with us. If there is one tent, there will be one more person. We are not in a hurry. We will go back to the small tent first. Discuss, come over when you're done. Welcome anytime. Dongzi, go."
After speaking, he turned his head out of the big tent.
Wei Dong followed him all the way into a small tent, and sat down on the blanket with a gloomy expression: "This is so bad that it's called being indifferent, beautiful women are poisonous."
Ke Xun leaned back on the blanket, with his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes: "When you see humanity before life and death, men and women are the same."
Weidong looked at him: "Ke Er, are you really willing to watch your male squeeze into those two women's tents?"
Ke Xun looked indifferent: "They have a complete set of Five Wisdom Lus. Compared with them, it is more secure than ours."
Wei Dong shook his head and sighed. He was about to speak, but suddenly saw that the tent curtain was lifted, and then walked into the individual.
Weidong stared at the visitor, and pushed Ke Xun with his hands.
Ke Xun opened his eyes, met Mu Yiran's indifferent glance, and then curled his lips.
"Big brother, why are you here?" Wei Dong shoved his to make way for the boss.
The tent was the same small tent as yesterday. It was originally only enough for two people to lie side by side, but now it is more crowded with three people.
Ke Xun sat up, with a smile on the face of Mu Yiran who was sitting in front of him: "Welcome to the humble house, a bouquet of flowers, and a little joy."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand from behind and sent a small bunch of purple wild flowers to Mu Yiran.
Wei Dong was stunned by the side, and couldn't help but want to give himself a straight steel praise-when did he get the flower, so patience, wait until now and finally seized the opportunity For your courtesy, the shepherd would be very sorry to him if he didn't let him break the bend.
Mu Yiran also seemed to be startled slightly, his gaze fell on this brightly colored flower.
It is Mirabilis.
When did this man pick so many, when he looked at the mountain and meditated in the afternoon.
Do you think he likes Mirabilis?
He also hid it on his body and brought it back. Perhaps originally thinking that he would have a tent with him at night, so he was prepared to give him a little surprise.
Ke Xun thought that Mu Yiran looked at the flower at most, then cast a cold face at him as before, and then ignored him again.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yiran stretched out his hand to pick up the flower. Ke Xun felt that his chest was bumping, and his eyes flashed at him.
Mu Yiran held the flower, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his eyes to Ke Xun: "Mr. jasmine shouldn't be blooming at this time. This kind of flower appears here, it's a bit weird."
It turned out that he was interested in this flower for this reason. Ke Xun took a few flowers from him, and looked closely in front of him, except that there was no fragrance, the usual flowers were no different. He put his hand on his ear and said: "Maybe it is a painter's mistake, or it is a kind of art. Fictitious. What do you think Dongzi?"
"Yes." Wei Dong said.
Mu suddenly said: "It is impossible to make a clerical error, but if it is for artistic effects, it may be possible, or perhaps, this kind of flower has other intentions here."
Weidong also took a look at a few flowers, and said:
We make pictures, sometimes for the color harmony of the picture or the novel composition of the picture, we do add some details that can play a finishing touch, but the picture and the real art The works are different after all, and I don’t understand what role these flowers can play in this painting."
After saying that they wanted to throw it away, but Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were still wondering, and finally they pinned the flower to their belt.
Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran: "Do you have any ideas for cracking this painting?"
Mu Yiran sat cross-legged, with a calm tone: "At present, they are just guessing out of thin air. There is no basis. If you want to have further evidence, you can only verify it through sacrifice."
Only through whoever sacrifices tonight can we gather more conditions to avoid death.
Thinking of Tan Zheng's death last night, Wei Dong couldn't help but shiver, and took out the stone tablets Ke Xun had given him from his pocket, and checked whether the edges were sharp: "This thing may be used today... Hope I can free up my hands when I want to use them. Don’t go back to my head like Tan Zheng, my hands and feet are all caught, that’s what makes people collapse..."
Ke Xun remembered the strange figure with eight arms last night, and asked Mu Yiran: "What do you think it would be? Spider spirit? Octopus monster?"
Mu Yiran said: "Even if it is a spirit, a and a monster, it is also a and a monster in the system of Suituo. I have a vague guess."
"What is it?" Ke Xun asked.
"Malaka, transliterated as Malaga," Mu sighed, "Originally a pagan demon god, but was subdued by the gods of the Satu religion, and was summoned and driven by practitioners of high cultivation level. In the image of Malaka Among several types of variants, there is an eight-armed image. According to Tan Zheng's death last night, it is more or less proof that the giant image is suspected of being Malaka."
"Splitting?" Ke Xun raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe it's not just about dismembering the corpse," Mu Yiran thought, "Everything depends on tonight."
"I'm afraid." Wei Dong said, "Nama, what Gala, if it is a devil, how could a mortal like us be its opponent, or should I die first? I won't wait for it to do it. I am afraid that it will do it. There is no chance to kill myself."
"Don't talk nonsense," Ke Xun looked at him, "Don't give up until the last minute, I don't want to die at all."
"Really..." Wei Dong stared at the emptiness in front of him, clutching his robe's hand tightly, shivering slightly.
Last night, for the first time since he entered the painting, he witnessed a living person being killed by that unmatched terrible force.
That great sense of fear and powerlessness made his bone marrow shiver and freeze.
Weidong knew that he was like an ostrich. He would deceive himself and others the most. He buried his head in the sand and avoided all the things he didn't want to think about.
If during the day, one can still escape and suppress fear by gagging and pretending to be easy, then at night, this kind of irresistible fear can no longer be suppressed.
Wei Dong felt that his last rational nerve was broken by fear, and a wave of unprovoked depression and evil fire violently broke through the line of defense. He raised his eyes to look at Mu Yiran, who was always calm and self-sufficient, and looked at his childhood. Da always protects him and helps him with Ke Xun. Their strength and fearlessness make him more vulnerable and humble. He can't stand the torment of this fear, and can't stand the comparison of himself so poor and weak.
Suddenly Weidong broke out.