"Vote. Gao Shan ignored her noise.

The result of the vote was clear, and all the men agreed, except for three girls who did not raise their hands. Gao Shan and Liushui took the mountain opening knife and led one of his horses into a nearby house without a sound. Soon after, only a few desperate neighs of grief were heard, and then the sound was completely lost.

Qingyin water droplets and geese plucked their feathers desperately to cover their ears, and Li Nuoyi buried his head deeply in my arms. The reality is far more cruel than the movie, and for a long time in social existence, humans seem to have become gentle herbivores. But when they encounter danger, most people will still show their fangs. Men's ability to adapt to this role change is quicker!

When they came out again, they were carrying a disemboweled, stripped fur, and neatly cut horse's meat.

"My brother and I are going to smoke the horse meat for one night to make sure that the food can be stored for at least two weeks without rotting." Takayama said as he set up a rack for bacon.

Looking at the neat cut marks of the horse's meat, it must be not easy to know that this person's experience is certainly not simple. Everyone silently took the meat and barbecued, and I also grilled a piece. Qingyin Droplet, watching our actions, tilted his head to think about it, and began to roast meat for himself.

Only the goose plucked and did not move, this woman seemed to be very casual, lively and adaptable to the bad environment, but I didn't expect it to be the softest one in everyone.

The night passed in darkness, and the water of the Yinshan River flowed silently outside the village. The sleepy people entered the tent one after another to sleep, and the two concentrated bacon in the mountains and rivers kept vigil by the way.

Nothing was said all night.

When they woke up the next day, they found that the photographer Zhou Xiang had already died in his tent.

Zhou Xiang's corpse was horrible, and his body was full of holes, as if countless tubes were inserted into his body, sucking up all his bodily fluids.

The fact that there was not a drop of blood in the tent. And Zhou Xiang's body, there is not a drop of blood left. The whole person turned into a shriveled corpse, his skin was tight and clinging to the flesh, and his appearance was indescribably terrifying.

The goose plucked its feathers and screamed, turned around and spit out. Li Nuoyi's face was not good-looking, she gently patted the back of the goose plucker, wanting to make her comfortable.

"Isn't there still two days left to do this?" Qiu Mu was so frightened that his whole body trembled. The most uncomfortable thing was the gaffer Gao Wei, who lived in a tent with Zhou Xiang, and woke up to find a dried corpse lying beside him, how and when his friend died, he didn't know at all. Just feeling sick and scared.

"That's right, Zhou Xiang was only announced to die yesterday, how could he die today. Generally speaking, it takes three days! "Takayama hadn't slept all night, and he hadn't noticed anything abnormal. But the photographer still died right under his nose! It's unbelievably weird.

I thought carefully about what Zhou Xiang told us last night, and my heart moved, "Maybe the length of the curse is actually regular." ”

"How?" Everyone's eyes were on me.

"I met Xia Xue some time ago, and I was also a team of donkey friends who entered Yinshan Village. Before she died, she was in a sauna with me, muttering the words 'It's time'. "I paused" and the following pretenses, winter idrigals, and photographers all mentioned these four words. I suspect that the curse is divided into two parts, one is to find the target. So the cursed person hallucinates or is forcibly pulled into another dimension, and sees the most fearful thing that he hides in the depths of his heart. That thing predicts the target's death. Then the countdown to the target's life begins! ”

"Have you noticed that three days before the death of False Nest and Winter Madrigal, after encountering strange things, they all said that there were monsters or ghosts screaming and shouting three times, 'It's time'. And when it came to the body, it became a time. "I organize my thoughts" may mean that the curse gives you the rest of your time. One sound is a day. So the fake and winter madrigal, and even a team of five travelers survived for three days. And the photographer only lived for one day. ”

"What was it that hastened his death?" Gao Shan asked in a deep voice.

"Who knows? Maybe it's possible to know if you don't eat porridge, but I don't know anyway. I shrugged my shoulders.

After everyone buried Zhou Xiang's body simply, they walked in front of the bonfire for breakfast without saying a word.

Yan Guo plucked his feathers and held a bowl of broth in a daze, and he didn't move for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. From the morning onwards, her expression was a little dazed. Li Nuoyi walked over worriedly and reminded, "Sister Yan, drink the soup quickly, it's cold and hurts your stomach." ”

"Thank you." The goose plucked its feathers, and looked at the fire with dull eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Frightened by the photographer's corpse? Li Nuoyi asked in a low voice. People who are alive and kicking all day are now strangely quiet, and it feels strange no matter how you think about it. This is not something that can be summed up simply by death threats.

"No, that's not the reason." The goose plucked its feathers and shook its head gently.

"Then why? Sister Yan, I'm really worried about your emotions. ”

"I feel like I'm next." She said softly.

"What!" Li Nuoyi was stunned and comforted, "In this case, everyone will feel that it is next." What is this called in psychology, regardless of it, the term is complicated, and it is estimated that only Ah Ye can remember it clearly. In short, you are delusional that you are a victim. ”

"I'm not delusional. According to the theory that I just said in the night, I am really the next victim. "The goose plucked the feathers and smiled bitterly, laughing very desperately" I had a dream last night at some point, and I dreamed that the thing I was most afraid of was choking my neck. When he tried to strangle me to death, he only left the sentence 'It's time', and then disappeared abruptly. Look at my neck! ”

She jerked the zipper of her jacket, and Li Nuoyi covered her mouth in surprise. I saw two clear palm prints on the white neck. Those two hands were like claws, slender, sharp, hideous, and terrifying. The two colors of white and black radiate a faint and eerie aura, which is shocking.

"If the inference of the night silence is correct, I will die early tomorrow morning."

Everyone sitting by the fire heard their conversation, but no one said anything, and some even secretly relieved their hearts. At least the next one to die will not be himself, and he will have one more day to live.

"Ah Ye, what should we do? The geese will die tomorrow after plucking. "Linoi came back to me

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