"The gods emerged from the well water, so that the common people no longer need to work with their hands."
"They gave food and shelter, and also protected the civilians from monsters."
"In addition, some people will be selected from time to time to participate in the ascension."
"Standard cult procedures..."
The young man muttered softly and frowned slightly.
No matter what age, we are still practicing traditional cults.
The idea that God loves the world was already outdated even back then.
It's a pity that these illiterate villagers really dare to believe it.
Wow...
The bamboo raft hit the rock wall and trembled slightly.
The big boss waved his hand and wiped away the turbid liquid flowing out of the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace.
when!
The double-headed bamboo knife hit the rock wall, and a crisp knocking sound was heard.
The bamboo rafts continued to move forward, and the mottled light and shadow made the bloody murals more vivid.
"call…"
Wang Jin reached out and pressed his temple, which was beating slightly.
Maybe it was because I was too tired from the journey, or maybe it was because of something else.
Inspiration has always been a bit restless.
My head is pounding and my ears are ringing.
Even if Wang Jin affixed Zhang Xingshen Transformation Talisman on himself, the situation would not improve.
Coupled with the unknowingly activated profiling, bloody hallucinations began to appear in front of Wang Jin's eyes.
He could almost feel their despair and pain through the marks carved with blood and bones.
"Enemy attack? Not very likely."
The young man shook his head and continued to be on guard.
Abnormalities in the body may be related to the murals.
But Wang Jin didn't want to give up this good opportunity to find out the whole story.
The bamboo rafts continued to move forward, and the style of the mural suddenly changed.
From the clumsy simple drawing at the beginning, it turned into a much more sophisticated graffiti.
It is also mixed with slightly delicate text.
Obviously, the original recorder is dead.
The new recorder seems to be a girl.
Wang Jin reached out and touched the wall, trying to read the blurry words.
"It's so weird here, but I can't convince dad."
"I probably won't be able to go back before school starts."
"I don't understand many things, but I know those people are definitely not gods."
Behind the two neat words in blood is an illustration.
In the center of the picture are several tall figures with patterns all over their bodies. They raise their hands high, as if they are calling for something.
Several smaller figures walked into the blood-red thatched house, with fanatical smiles on their faces.
It's like I'm about to ascend to bliss.
The remaining people frowned deeply, as if they were overwhelmed by jealousy.
They knelt on the ground, their small bodies kneeling before the tall figure, hoping that they would be the next to ascend to heaven.
In the corner, a girl with braids desperately pulled another figure, trying to leave with him.
"It's a pity that no one here should have escaped."
Wang Jin took out the wine gourd and took a sip.
The coolness passed through my throat and fell into my stomach, and the hallucinations in front of me suddenly diminished.
"The gods are taking away more and more people...monsters are appearing more and more frequently."
"The number of villagers has shrunk rapidly, from a few hundred at the beginning to dozens."
"Those guys protected us very well, and most of us couldn't come into contact with the monsters."
"Dad saw the monster, and since then he has been mumbling people's names, saying that he met Sanmao from the village."
"San Mao just ascended to heaven a while ago. Dad must have recognized the wrong person."
"Dad was taken away, and I watched him walk into the red room."
"I want to go home."
From here on, the handwriting completely lost that delicate and light feeling.
Instead, it reveals despair and madness.
Wang Jin sighed and looked at the head of the queue.
But he found that the other party was lowering his head and playing with the river water, seemingly not interested in these murals at all.
"I'm not very good at these things."
As if aware of Wang Jin's gaze, the big row head grinned and smiled.
"Don't worry, I'll help you look around."
"Thank you."
Wang Jin smiled and nodded, but when he turned around, he quietly gestured to Xiao Hei.
The shadow swayed, separated into a small point without leaving a trace, and dived into the river.
With strong observation skills, Wang Jin will not miss any detail.
No matter how small it is, it may play a decisive role.
Especially those on Da Paitou.
The original big platoon leader did not have any extra movements. When he had nothing to do, he would just stand quietly in place like a sculpture.
Suddenly there are many little tricks of "playing with the river water"...
Either there is something fishy in the river, or there is something abnormal about Da Paotou.
With Xiao Hei preparing in advance, Wang Jin will not fall into a passive position no matter what the situation is.
"call…"
The young man took a breath and continued to look at the mural.
After witnessing his father disappearing, the recorder seemed to become mentally unstable.
The style of the painting is also more manic. The twisted blood channels seem to represent villagers, and the huge figures carrying crosses behind them seem to be the "gods" from the beginning.
"I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home."
The handwriting became more and more distorted, almost illegible.
"I'm going to try to run out, tomorrow... no, right now."
The long blood marks seemed to be scratched palms rubbing against the stone wall.
"I almost got caught. They probably didn't notice."
"There are monsters outside. It's so dark that I can't see clearly."
"Snake, be afraid, be afraid."
"Prepare torches and try again tomorrow, for the last time!"
A big exclamation point was drawn behind the handwriting, as if this could dispel the fear in my heart.
The wall suddenly disappeared, and Wang Jin felt empty.
When I raised my head slightly, I realized that I had gone a long way and reached the corner.
There seemed to be a lot more luminous translucent underground fish, swaying under the surface of the water.
The bizarre hallucinations in front of him became more serious, so Wang Jin took another sip of wine.
"Um...can you give me a taste?"
The big platoon leader waved his hand with a sheepish smile on his face.
"I haven't seen wine in sixteen years."
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at the pale face.
In his impression, Da Paotou has always been a cold and gloomy person.
The sudden request made this man a little more humane.
...maybe other good old folks would think so.
But Wang Jin didn't, he would just feel strange and cheer up.
"He knows about the Xingshenhua Liquor, and he doesn't want me to drink it."
Wang Jin murmured in his heart, but did not refuse.
So the young man took out a small bottle from his bag and threw it away.
Then he made a toast gesture.
Not bringing too many blast bombs means that Wang Jin can make room for other equipment.
Da Paotou's face turned stiff.
His original plan was to grab the gourd from Wang Jin's hand and drink it all in one gulp.
In the end, I brought two of them.
And from the looks of it, there are more than two.
It's like a fucking picnic.
"There's something wrong with the taste...is it bad?"
Da Paitou cursed Wang Jin in his mind, opened the bottle suddenly, and tried to drink the unpleasant stuff in one gulp.
Zila——
A slight burning sound sounded.
"puff!"
Da Paitou's eyes widened and he tried his best to squirt all the liquid in his mouth.
His eyes almost popped out of his head when he looked at the thick dark red liquid spilled on the bamboo raft.
This thing is definitely not wine.
"Is it too strong?"
The young man turned his head, his eyes full of concern.
"...No, I like it very much."
Da Paitou gritted his teeth and continued to drink what he was holding.
His already pale face became even more terrifying.
"That's good."
The young man grinned and showed a sly smile.
He does make room for other equipment.
For example, Kaitan Inhibitor.
Sprinkling this stuff on your body will make you uncomfortable for a long time, let alone drinking it directly.
Of course, what Wang Jin did was not just a simple prank.
He may now be able to confirm the identity of the leader.
Listening to the rustling sound in his ears, Wang Jin continued to examine the mural.
The recorder said to prepare torches for one last attempt.
Although he already knew the outcome, Wang Jin still wanted to see how she would end her life.
After passing the corner, there is a fairly flat stone wall.
Large areas of blood were splashed on the stone wall, and the blood stains formed a rather huge picture.
From top to bottom, it tells a lot of information.
It's hard to imagine how she managed to draw so tall.
"The time has come..."
A loud voice came from behind.
The strange fragrance pours into the nasal cavity and stimulates the brain.
Wang Jin's pupils trembled, and the hallucination in front of him suddenly became dozens or hundreds of times stronger.
It's like being pulled directly into the mural.
The young man swallowed and looked at the strange and psychedelic scene in front of him.
The monsters waved the crosses on their backs and forced the villagers into the red house, which represented ascension.
Immediately afterwards, there were huge human faces with terrifying smiles.
Underneath the face is a girl huddled into a ball.
She hugged her body tightly, but still couldn't resist those monsters called "gods".
Desperate cries, crazy laughter, and suppressed cries of pain.
These tiny sounds echoed in Wang Jin's ears.
It's like an illusion, but also like it's appearing in front of you.
Outside the house, there are countless figures crazily kowtow to worship.
They didn't seem to pay any attention to the noise coming from the room, and even scolded the girl for being ignorant.
Soon, the crying stopped.
Then there was the sound of flesh being cut.
The house was twisted and deformed, and it was no longer suitable for human habitation.
It's more like a breeding ground for something.
And then...a huge blood-red circle appeared on the screen.
This thing of unknown meaning directly occupied the remaining wall.
Wang Jin could only lower his gaze.
There was a small figure huddled in the corner, the tattered linen clothes had long been torn and disappeared, and the braids had been unraveled and spread on the chest.
"Oh shit."
Wang Jin cursed in a low voice and lowered his eyes again.
Sure enough, the girl's waist downwards became a snake's tail.
It was the snake-body girl that Wang Jin killed with his own hands.
There is a line of small words written next to the girl, and the handwriting becomes neat and beautiful again.
"I saw daddy, and I saw everyone."
"I seem to be myself, but I also seem not to be myself."
"Consciousness is disappearing..."
The writing disappeared.
This is the last trace of that girl left in the world.
"Damn, what a beast."
Wang Jin cursed in a low voice.
Whoosh!
There was a sound breaking through the air behind his ears, and the double-headed bamboo knife slashed at the back of Wang Jin's head without hesitation.