Chapter 35: Faith 13┃ Ke Xun’s Faith.

Ke Xun hurriedly asked Weidong to find a safe place to nest. He followed Mu Yiran and walked forward for a while, standing on a huge rock, which was able to see the view of the entire valley.
You can see the wild flowers in the Manpo, which are colorful.
If it weren't for being in the painting world, this place could really be regarded as a fairyland on earth. Unfortunately, in Ke Xun's view, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there is a particularly fake and deadly sense of horror here.
"These flowers are the same as those purple jasmine. They don't have the slightest fragrance." Ke Xun sniffed.
"Go down and take a look." Mu Yi Ran said.
When he went down to the mountain valley, Ke Xun found that the place was full of vegetation, with wild flowers and vines, and vine stems. It was almost colorful, but still lacking vitality.
Mu Yiran walked through the flowers and plants, stopping from time to time, pulling up a few grasses, picking a few flowers, and even digging a few rhizomes.
"Can I know what your current thinking is?" Ke Xun asked.
"These flowers and plants are weird," Mu was meditative. "Like the mirabilis jasmine before, it is not the blooming season of mirabilis jasmine. Many of these plants here are not plants that bloom and bear fruit in season, and some should not grow. In the Ganxiong Highland, now they all come together to grow here."
"It's really weird," Ke Xun nodded. "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. We might as well take some of these things back. Ask the people in the village. Even if you can't find out anything, these things might still work. Switch to other useful things."
Mu Yiran glanced at him, and had to admit that this guy often thought of some unexpected ideas that others could not expect.
For example, use these things for other things.
He really didn't think about it in this direction, so he didn't object.
When the two went back to find Wei Dong, they found that the goods were not there, and there was no trace of them.
Ke Xun hurriedly hit his forehead, and rushed towards the sky burial platform with a curse.
Halfway through the rush, seeing Wei Dong running towards this side with a pale face, Ke Xun went up and slapped his head: "Don't you let you wait in the same place? What are you running around? I was scared. You I almost committed Alzheimer's!"
"Don't mention it," Wei Dong waved his hand straight, "I was so scared to have polio!"
So he told Ke Xunmu the matter again.
It turned out that just now he suddenly wanted to solve it, so he wanted to find a place to avoid others, and went around, when he saw Zhou Bin sneaking towards the sky burial platform.
Wei Dong felt that these people were dying, and to avoid getting hurt, he quickly found a place to hide.
Before hiding for a while, I heard Zhou Bin yelling from the direction of the Tianzang Platform, but within a minute or two, Zhou Bin quickly ran from the vicinity, followed by the few people on the Tianzang Platform.
Wei Dong was worried that he would be discovered by those people for a while, so he didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly turned out from the hiding place and ran back. However, he saw from a distance on the celestial burial stage. Brother Sha Liugeng and the others were fighting for their lives. The corpse that had been divided into pieces was gathered up, and the parts that were not easy to handle were even carried into his arms.
"I think they are crazy," Wei Dong said, "I was so scared that I didn't dare to talk to them, so I ran back the same way."
"They used a trick to adjust the tiger away from the mountain, the purpose is to get the corpse." Ke Xun also felt incredible, looking at Mu Yiran, "What are they doing?"
Mu Yiran moved his lips and pulled a smile without a smile: "Collect sacrifices and magical instruments."
Ke Xun asked: "Then what about us, do we still collect magical artifacts?"
"If you want to accept it, you can accept it." Mu Yiran glanced at him, and walked away.
"What are you, you, me, and mine at this time?" Ke Xun followed. "If you accept, I will accept it. If you don't accept it, I won't accept it. Don't tell me."
Wei Dong, who walked at the end: ...I didn't see it.
When I returned to the big tent, the sky was about to darken. Zhou Bin and the others arrived ten minutes later than the three of Ke Xun. They all looked tired and ugly, but they were faintly excited.
After dinner, the middle-aged man arranged the tent as usual: "Tonight there is a tent for every three people, two men and one woman. Remember, there must be three people in each tent, two men and one woman."
Everyone was stunned.
There are eleven people at present, Ke Xun, Mu Yiran, Weidong, Qin Ci, Zhou Bin, Dad Geng, children of the Geng family, and seven men.
The only women are Geng Ma, Zhao Dan, Sha Liu and Li Ziling.
If there are two men and one woman in each tent, it means that one man and one woman will be left out and the conditions cannot be met.
The three Geng family hugged each other tightly, and they seemed to be able to "bail" early this night.
Zhou Bin held Zhao Dan's hand tightly and pointed to Qin Ci: "Doctor Qin, you will be with us."
Naturally, Qin Ci would not refuse, and only the three of Ke Xun and the two women of Shaliu and Li Ziling were left.
Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun and Mu Yiran with a pale face.
He never expected that the great axe of fate would fall on him and his good brother tonight.
He knew that Ke Xun had a good impression of Mu Yi, and he also knew that Ke Xun was definitely not a person who valued and despised friends, but the rules destined that only two of the three of them could get this line of life. Any choice would be incomparable. Cruel and extremely tragic.
Without waiting for Ke Xun to speak, Li Ziling screamed at Mu Yiran, knelt down in front of him and kowtowed desperately, tears forming distorted marks on her face that had not been washed for a few days: "Little brother, Please, please be with me, I don’t want to die, I am willing to do anything you want me to do, please, choose me, choose me..."
While talking, he turned to Ke Xun next to Mu Yiran: "Brother, please, I'm willing to do anything you want me to do. Really, anything will do. I just ask you two to be with me. Please..."
Sha Liu stood there with a pale face, until Li Ziling's voice was already crying dumb, Sha Liu raised his dizzy eyes and looked at Ke Xun: "The three of you will die. Do you think about it? Choose...who?"
The eyes of everyone suddenly gathered on Ke Xun's face.
At this moment, no one realized that Mu Ran was the most important person in everyone's hearts, but whenever faced with a choice, everyone inexplicably habitually went to Ke Xun for answers.
Ke Xun unexpectedly turned his head to Qin Ci: "Doctor Qin, I have a question, I want to speak."
The two went outside the tent, and came back after a while. Li Ziling was still crying, Weidong and Sha Liu were still devastated, and the others remained silent.
"Have you chosen? There is no time, we have to go back to the tent." Zhou Bin said to Ke Xun.
"It's selected," Ke Xun said.
Everyone's eyes gathered at him again and saw him look at Mu Yiran: "Please, please," pointed Wei Dong, "make Dongzi faint."
Wei Dong was stunned. Before he could react, he saw Mu Yiran nodded slightly and walked towards him, "Wait—" before he could say the whole sentence, his neck was already strangled by Mu Yiran's hand. In seconds, he fainted to the ground as soon as his eyes went dark.
Everyone looked astonished, but it was not that Mu Yiran fainted Weidong. What they were shocked was that when Mu Yiran walked towards Weidong, Ke Xun closely followed him, and Wei Dong fainted. In an instant, Ke Xun lifted his palm and fell, and slashed it at the back of Mu Yiran's neck.
Mu Yi tilted his head with difficulty, frowning, and looking at Ke Xun with annoyed, puzzled, and inexplicable emotions under his eyes, he fell to the ground in the next second.
Ke Xun stretched out his hand to embrace him, bent over and carried it on his shoulders, with the other hand holding Wei Dong's clothes, who was fainted on the ground, turned his head and smiled at Sha Liu: "When you two decide, go to the tent to find us, time Running out."
Just carried one by one and walked out of the big tent.
Qin Ci looked at Ke Xun's back with a complicated expression.
Smashing the back of the neck is a very dangerous action. If the force is light, it will not work. If the force is heavy, it will directly smash or even kill the person. The success rate of the stun is extremely low, let alone temporary teaching. Teach him the technique, position, and describe the strength that is probably needed.
This person is really bold and reckless. He doesn't hesitate to do what he has decided.
But he is also really...a genius in a certain area, with amazing precision in his control of physical strength.
Qin Ci left the big tent with Zhou Bin and Zhao Dan. The three Geng family also went to their tent. Only Li Ziling and Sha Liu were classmates and friends left in the big tent.
Ke Xun placed Mu Yiran and Wei Dong side by side in the tent, then looked down at Mu Yiran's frowning face, looked for a while, stretched out his fingers to smooth his eyebrows, and laughed: "How about it, like Have you ever seen sand sculptures like me? I was also quite surprised. After my dad filled in himself to save people, I called him an old sand sculpture. I didn’t expect the sand sculptures to be inherited from his mother.

As he said, his voice slowly lowered, his eyes fell on a certain point of nothingness, and after a long time, he said softly: "I don't want my dad to be ashamed of me."
Ke Xun returned to his tent, took out the sharp-edged piece of stone from his arms, held it in his palm, and lay down with his hands resting behind his head.
My thoughts were clear and chaotic for a while, nervous for a moment, calmed down for a while, I felt regretful for a while, and then I went out and set my mind.
I don't know how long it has been in a mess, and vaguely heard a staggering footstep in the direction of the big tent, going to the tent of Weidong and Mu Yiran.
Sha Liu and Li Ziling do not know who is left.
However, after a long time, I didn't see the other one coming to look for him. I thought it might be because I knew that even if I was in a tent with him, he would not be able to meet the number of people. Sooner or later, he would not be able to escape, so he simply resigned himself to stay in the big tent.
Of course, there is another possibility that the remaining one is dead.
As the night darkened, the snow was pale, and the giant shadow fell from the sky, with eight arms stretched out, twisted like a python.
Ke Xun squeezed the stone and placed it across his throat, staring at the top of the tent.
A small tent seemed extremely empty at the moment, he was alone, so lonely, small, and helpless.
Juying walked past the three-person tent of the Geng family, walked past the tent of Weidong Mu Yiran, and stopped by his tent.
The overwhelming black shadow pressed its head down and pressed against the top of the tent tightly.
Ke Xun felt that the leather on the top of the tent suddenly became thinner, and it was so transparent that the face of the giant shadow pressing on it could be seen clearly. Its facial features were angry, and its huge eyes blinked, observing everything in the tent.
Ke Xun stared at it, the stone in his hand against the flesh of his throat.
The top of the tent became thinner and thinner, the facial features of the giant shadow became clearer and clearer, the face black as a strange stone, the huge blood-red eyeballs protruding outwards, the four pointed fangs that protrude from the big mouth of the blood basin. Slowly press down, squeeze downwards, just about to squeeze the tent skin, the long scarlet tongue curls and twists, and can't wait to roll the tiny human in the tent into his mouth.
Here it is, it's over.
The stone flakes in Ke Xun's hand pressed down, dull pain cut into the fragile skin, at this moment all his fears, regrets, unwillingness, and grievances suddenly disappeared.
He even wanted to laugh a little bit.
This thing above the head is the so-called of certain sects? The so-called faith?
What do you believe in it? Can people live forever? Can give people wealth? Can people not separate flesh and blood, life and death?
If he can, then he believes it.
But it can't. Then he might as well believe in himself, believe in freedom, believe in willfulness, believe in whatever he wants, believe in joy and pain.
Ke Xun tallied a middle finger, holding a piece of stone in his other hand, about to cut the aorta in his neck severely.
The author has something to say:
Ke Xun: Dad, my son is going to accompany you, okay~
Dad Ke: Get out! Your mother and I had a hard time living a two-person world for a few months, you little die a little longer!
Ke Xun: ...... Am I your own?
Dad Ke: No. No. Don't be fooled.
Ke Xun:...
Ke Xun: [Orphan Certification.jpg]