Chapter 32: Faith 10┃The second death condition.

"Don't talk to me about these empty words, it's like this, singing high-profile chicken soup, there is a fart!" Wei Dong wiped his face with his hands, his cheeks were flushed with nervousness, and he stared at Ke Xun.
"Dongzi, calm down." Ke Xun noticed Weidong's rapid change of emotions, reached out and shook his shoulders, and was pushed aside by him.
"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 be like how positive 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 you have turned into. There is no decent furniture in the house. You have to eat, drink, and sleep as much as you want, and you don’t care about money, just thinking that there is today and no tomorrow. , How would you like to spend how you want to spend, if you don't have to spend, you die, I'm 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 don't want to die! I have a father and a mother in my family, I have a 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, putting on his nasal voice, and buried his face on his knees.
Ke Xun did not speak, sat motionless, staring at the rag under him.
Mu Yiran did not speak either, only Wei Dong's repressed, heavy gasp was in the tent.
This panting lasted for a long time, gradually slowly and long, and the voice seemed to be empty, around the body, even above the head.
Ke Xun grasped the back of Wei Dong's neck and sent his voice extremely softly into his ears: "Dongzi, silence."
Wei Dong stopped abruptly, froze under Ke Xun's palm and did not dare to 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 to Ke Xunbi, and by the way took the purple 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 there, seeing this, he paused, and then turned around, leaving the back of his head to Ke Xun.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down on one side, the man behind him lay hands and feet on his body, and hugged him tightly from behind. Mu Ran was stiff, and reached out his hand to pinch the one that Ke Xun was holding on his waist. With one hand and one hard, Ke Xun suddenly felt a cold sweat.
"The land is small, forbearance," Ke Xun breathed in his ears, "Dongzi is about to be squeezed out."
After a long time, Mu Yiran reluctantly released 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 ever seen in his life, the guy who can hit the snake with a stick and dare to lift the tiles on the roof of your house after a step!
Ju Ying 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 was.
The huge black mass rumblingly pressed against the tent roof, and the thick and long gasping sound seemed to be trembling in his ears. Ke Xun heard the faint sound of body 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 Weidong said just now Choosing 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 lost the desire to live a good life. He just had no worries and obsessions, 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 go-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, Ju Ying's hand Twist his scalp and tear it lightly.
Ke Xun closed his eyes, and Ma Zhenhua's screams like beasts and ghosts almost pierced his 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 made people nervous to the extreme and exhausted. When 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 was sleeping like a pig beside him.
Ke Xun got up and got out of the tent, and saw Mu in the morning light standing there motionless, looking at Zhou Bin and their tent.
Ke Xun walked to the side and followed his gaze together, and saw a large group of human figures curled up on the ground not far from the tent.
That 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 and blocked the sight of the two girls, telling 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, he will go back and use the second death condition to filter."
"Then what do you think this second condition will be, and will it have something to do with the type of sacrifice?" Ke Xun said while thinking.
"Maybe," Mu Yiran said.
"I don't know if it is my illusion," Ke Xun said, "I always think 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 am sure that it is definitely not because of the difference in the size 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, returned to the tent to pick up Wei Dong, and when he came out of the tent again, Ma Zhenhua's body was already covered by Qin Ci with a torn blanket.
"The peeling is very complete and neat," Qin Ci was talking to Mu Yiran in a low voice 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 die in different ways."
"Is it because of the different sacrifices?" Sha Liu interjected.
"But this does not 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 excessively frightened girlfriend. "His person has always been there. In the extreme panic, he was timid and cowering. When we prepared all kinds of meat yesterday, he didn't help at all. He kept shivering beside him."
"That makes sense," Qin Ci nodded slightly. "It seems that all of us except him 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 and said: "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 the set conditions. Whether it is satisfied, the overall screening is performed.
"'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 those who are alone in the tent, and the screening criteria for the second night are those 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 alone in the tent. If there are people who are alone in 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 person who will be selected is [the person who placed the order] and [the person who has not prepared the sacrifice by hand] People], no matter which of these two conditions are met, they will be selected."
Qin Ci's eyes sank: "That is to say, these conditions are gradually added with the advent of each night. On the third night, a new screening condition will be added, which will be applied to us together with the first two conditions. 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.