Volume 1 Faith Chapter 17 I Like You
As Geng's father was about to stand up and rush out, Qin Ci quickly held him back: "It's too late, you can't go out. They are far away, you can't get back!"
Father Geng struggled and growled angrily, and Ke Xun heard the little boy next to him couldn't help sobbing.
Ke Xun sat up and said, "I can run fast. I'll go over and throw away their offerings." Then he lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent.
"It's too late." Mu Yiran leaned forward and grabbed him.
"Let me try," Ke Xun looked at him, "Even if that thing comes, I think I can at least save one person. Didn't Doctor Qin take advantage of it to kill Zhou Bin and escape with Zhao Dan on his back last night? I think that thing can't be distracted while killing people. Let me try."
"Then there are only two people left in your tent? What if that thing gets to your tent first?" Dad Geng was worried about his wife, but he was also worried about his children.
Ke Xun noticed that Mu Yiran's grip on his hand had loosened, and he suddenly broke away from his hand. While running towards the tent where Geng Ma was, he threw down a sentence: "Yiran, you stay by the tent, act according to the circumstances, and try to switch back and forth between the two tents!" Then he ran away in a flash.
"Yiran"? ...Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun's back coldly without saying a word.
"Don't worry, he will be fine." Qin Ci tried hard to hold down the anxious father Geng while comforting him.
Mu Yiran turned around and stared at Qin Ci: "Where on my face do you think I'm worried?"
Qin Ci: “…” Why are you suddenly angry?
Ke Xun sprinted to the tent where Geng Ma was, opened the curtain, and asked Sha Liu, "Where is the sacrifice? Throw it away!"
Sha Liu was horrified: "You can't throw it away, or you'll die. Don't harm us..."
Ke Xun said coldly: "Didn't Mu Yiran say that keeping these things would be fatal!"
Sha Liu shouted anxiously: "He also said that he would not interfere with our choices. You have no right to control our life and death, understand!"
"Is it 'your' choice or your personal choice?" Ke Xun said as he squeezed into the tent and looked around for offerings.
Shaliu threw herself to the corner of the tent, blocking the way with her body, and screamed in shock and anger: "What right do you have to do this! You are harming people, you will kill us, you are killing people!"
Ke Xun stopped what he was doing and ignored Sha Liu. He only looked at Geng Ma who was at a loss. "Brother Geng is worried about you. He thinks that sacrifices should not be placed in the tent. What do you think?"
Without waiting for Geng's mother to answer, Sha Liu hurriedly grasped her shoulders and said in a hurry: "Think about it, sister-in-law, doesn't Brother Geng have no sacrifice? No matter whether the one chosen this time has a sacrifice or not, one of you and brother will survive. But if you don't want a sacrifice, and the one chosen this time is the one without a sacrifice, then both you and brother will have to die - isn't it a wiser choice to try to keep one person alive than to both of you being chosen? Think about it, sister-in-law! Even if not for yourselves, think about it for your children!"
Geng's mother was still hesitant at first, but after hearing Sha Liu's last words, she finally made up her mind and looked at Ke Xun with tears in her eyes: "Young man, don't worry about me. Go back to the tent quickly and tell my husband to protect the child..."
Ke Xun frowned, and Sha Liu pushed him out anxiously: "Go away quickly, don't force others to make an unwilling choice! The Black Corpse Day is coming soon, and if you stay in our tent, we will be selected because the number of people does not meet the requirements, so go away quickly!"
Geng's mother also urged with tears in her eyes: "Go quickly, young man, my son... your tent is missing one person, it's too dangerous, please, please, just think of it as me being selfish, please go quickly for my son!"
Ke Xun gritted his teeth, turned around and left the tent. The scene before him was different from when he came here, which was not visible but felt. There was no wind, and everything was as still as a painting. The snow on the distant mountains turned pale, and the sky above his head seemed to be filled with thick ink, swollen and drooping, and about to drip down.
Ke Xun ran wildly, the thick darkness above his head pressing down like an overwhelming force, the feeling of suffocation came back, he couldn't breathe in the air, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but this time Mu Yiran's method didn't work, he felt more and more suffocated, his chest seemed to be supported by something, the pain was splitting.
A huge drop of thick black juice slid down from the sky, and in the process of sliding down, it transformed into two legs as thick as pillars of heaven, and then a body, and then arms, one, two, three, slowly differentiating and beginning to twist and wave.
This thing looked bigger than yesterday. Its skin was dark and rough, covered with spell-like patterns, so densely packed that it gave people goose bumps.
However, Ke Xun no longer cared about the lumps at the moment. Feeling suffocated and painful, he struggled to sprint towards his tent. His chest was getting more and more swollen, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his steps were getting weaker and weaker.
Just when he was about to fall down a few meters away from his tent, he saw Mu Yiran running towards him quickly, grabbing him by the back of his neck, and carrying him back to the tent like a Shar Pei dog.
Ke Xun lay down in his tent, breathing heavily.
Although the smell in the tent was not very pleasant, at least there was air.
Only then did Ke Xun understand that these tents were like small barriers. The thing called Black Corpse Sky was not because it was unable to take care of other people who ran out of the tent when killing others, but because it did not need to take care of them at all. As long as people stayed outside the tent, they would suffocate to death in a short while.
Ke Xun finally took enough air into his lungs and stared outside the tent with his eyes open. The huge figure of the thing had been completely imprinted on the tent skin. It landed on the ground, bent its legs, and walked step by step towards the two adjacent tents.
Will it choose the people in these two tents?
Ke Xun wanted to activate his telekinesis, but this thing was not some microcosm, and he was not Saint Seiya. In addition to the suffocation just now, he was still dizzy and his will was a little scattered. He couldn't concentrate at all.
I watched helplessly as the giant shadow walked step by step to the two tents. Its huge head slowly pressed down and hung above the tent roofs. Its eight arms struggled and twisted around its body like Medusa's snake hair.
Ke Xun stared at the top of the tent, watching the giant shadow slowly stretch out an arm and reach down towards the tent next to it.
Ke Xun suddenly clenched his fist, then loosened it, and reached his hand, which was on the side of the tent door, through the gap in the curtain and directly into the curtain of the tent next to it.
Mu Yiran was lying next to the tent door, and when Ke Xun reached out his hand, he touched his arm.
Her fingertips slid down his arm and then grasped his hand firmly.
Feeling Mu Yiran's body stiffen slightly, the hand he was holding moved, but Ke Xun didn't want to let go, so he used a little more strength and held it tightly, thinking that if the giant shadow carried Mu Yiran out, he would hold this hand and be with him.
Ke Xun was startled by this sudden thought.
Didn't we agree... that I would just admire him and be his fan?
The giant shadow lay on the top of the tent, breathing heavily and observing for a long time. Suddenly, it moved its huge body and came to the tent of Ke Xun and the other two.
This time, its arm stretched out to the top of the tent and stopped, with its five fingers bent and its nails scratching the tent skin, making a terrifying sound like scraping bones.
——The tent it finally chose was this one?!
The little boy sandwiched between Ke Xun and Wei Dong started crying, but tried hard to hold back his voice. His thin body twitched and trembled all over.
Ke Xun put his other arm around him and pressed his head into his arms.
Suddenly I couldn’t remember the last time my father held me in his arms. Maybe I was seven or eight years old, or maybe I was three or four years old.
They, father and son, like father and son in many Chinese families, have always been reluctant to express their emotions to each other. As they grow older, expressing their emotions to their father seems to have become an extremely shameful thing.
So until now, Ke Xun has been regretting it.
He regretted that he had never said "I love you" to the people he loved the most while they were still alive.
Some regrets can be made up for, but some regrets can only be a regret forever.
Ke Xun, more than anyone else, doesn't like to have any regrets.
He held the child tightly in one hand, and still held Mu Yiran's hand with the other.
The cool back of Mu Yiran's hand made his fingertips feel a little hot.
His hands are warm all year round, and they will never get cold even when he is nervous, afraid, sad, or even facing death.
Ke Xun moved his fingertips and wrote lightly on the back of Mu Yiran's hand.
The sound of the giant shadow scraping against the roof of the tent became louder and sharper, as if it would break into the tent in the next moment and cut open the chest of this daring human with its sharp nails.
Death is near.
【I like you.】
Written by Ke Xun.
Mu Yiran in the tent next to him didn't make any noise or move at all, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to him.
The daring human smiled and continued writing with his fingertips.
[I know you are gay too.]
This time, Ke Xun felt Mu Yiran's body stiffen slightly and imperceptibly.
Ke Xun said that his intuition has always been accurate.
What's more, people of the same kind always have a keen sense of smell.
Ke Xun withdrew his fingertips, raised his eyes to look at the bizarre scene above his head, and his mood was inexplicably relaxed and calm.
Since you believe in freedom, then you should live happily and openly while you are alive. If you can't live, then die passionately and arrogantly.
Time was so slow that it seemed to be passing at 0.1 times the speed. The giant shadow was still scratching at the roof of the tent, sticking his giant face on it and looking .
Ke Xun stared at the ceiling of the tent. The light of the snow and the darkness cast by the giant shadow swayed in an interlaced manner, as if playing an old silent film.
Why is there no light source during the day? It is so scattered, spreading in all directions.
Only on a night like this would the light come from the other side of the snow-capped mountains, shining obliquely on the tent. Only then would there be shadows on the tent, including Mu Yiran's perfect side profile silhouette and the disgusting giant shadow of the eight-armed monster.
Ke Xun's mind suddenly moved: light and shadow. Things seen outside during the day seem to have no shadows, because the light is scattered, diffusing from all directions. Even under people's feet there are no shadows. This is certainly not scientific, after all, it is in a painting, but why are there shadows at night?
Is this... a hint?
