MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 116 warlike clan

"I don't think it sounds very reliable." Shen Ti leaned over and squeezed between An Wujiu and Zhou Yijue, "I can't come across such a good thing."

Zhou Yijue put away her palm, "Maybe it's an easter egg during the game. Many games will place some easter egg programs in a certain level for players to find. It's nothing special."

Noah's shoulders sank, raised his head, and said to An Wujiu with a helpless face; "I have persuaded him."

What An Wujiu finds strange is not the sudden appearance of the Snow Maiden, nor the easter egg, but the benefit brought by this fire—the miracle of rebirth.

How can it fit Zhou Yijue's greatest wish so well?

"Then let him hold it." Shen Ti shrugged, "It's not our bad luck anyway."

So everyone returned to the temple together, during which An Wujiu asked for more information about the woman just now, Noah recalled some, and thought of a point that she thought was not right.

"The sister was covered in injuries, and after saying thank you to us, she asked us, 'Is it really ok to let her go like this?' It seems that this sentence was deliberately emphasized."

An Wujiu frowned slightly, “Then what?”

Noah told him, "Then I said since it's all untied, you can go."

Zhou Yijue on the side repeated what the woman said, "I feel like she should have escaped from somewhere, she said that if she hadn't met us, she would have died like those people tomorrow. undoubtedly."

Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "Tomorrow? Not tomorrow..." He said, turning his head to look at An Wujiu.

“Well, the festival emphasized by the city people.” An Wujiu walked in the snow and said to everyone, “These should be the plot lines in this game, except for the confrontation between the factions, I Guess we still need to solve the mystery of the city under water."

"Speaking of which..." Nan Shan said, "Wu You and I chatted with the local townspeople when we were picking up food, and heard from them that the leaders and nobles of the Water City are frequent Going out is just going to some surrounding places. And religion is prevalent here, every household believes in gods, the penetration of religion is very high, and there are very grand ceremonies every month.”

"What exactly does the ceremony do?" Noah frowned, those terrible memories flooded into his heart again, "Is it the same as what we did last night?"

Wu You shook his head, "They didn't say that, they just said that all the city residents must participate in the festival. Usually, alcohol is prohibited here, but during the festival, the taboos that have been observed before will be lifted. Everyone drinks and revels and tastes delicious food, which sounds like a festival."

There is no problem just listening to these words, but thinking of the woman who appeared and disappeared in the snow just now, I am afraid it is not so simple.

Although the citizens of the water city are dressed in simple clothes, they have their own shelters in such a big snowstorm, and there is no shortage of survival resources for the time being, which is completely different from that woman.

Her appearance means that in addition to the citizens of Water City, there is another group here.

Only two days have passed, three players have already died, and one is waiting for the sacrifice at dusk. There are only eight people left in the temple.

Entering the room, An Wujiu took off the hat on his cloak and walked towards the stone screen, and finally stopped in front of the statue.

Shen Ti also stood side by side with him, looking up at the giant stone sculpture.

"This fairy is really ugly."

An Wujiu looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Anyway, he is a priest, wouldn't it be disrespectful to say such things here?"

"It's really ugly." Shen Ti didn't care at all, instead he turned his attention to another matter. He leaned closer, lowered his head and asked An Wujiu in a low voice, "I'm not so ugly, am I?"

An Wujiu couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Ti felt bad, "Forget it, I'm not ugly now anyway."

It's not ugly.

An Wujiu pursed his lips into a smile, "I feel you are according to my aesthetic."

"If they have such an aesthetic, I guess they will really grow into a freak."

An Wu Jiu didn't like what he said, and poked him with his elbow.

Shen Ti suddenly felt that he had said something wrong, and immediately sought to make up for it, "No, it's ugly."

An Wujiu laughed helplessly, and was about to speak when Nanshan's voice came from behind.

"You are here too." Nan Shan smiled, this time the clothes fit his needs.

Someone happened to come, Shen Ti turned his head and asked coldly, "Nan Shan, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Nan Shan was stunned for a moment, her eyes turned to An Wujiu, as if asking for help.

"Look at what he's doing, look at me!" Shen Ti pointed to his face.

"Good-looking is good-looking..." Nanshan hesitated, "But..."

Shen Ti almost rolled his eyes, "How can there be buts? It must be your eyesight." Just after complaining, when he turned his head, An Wujiu's eyes were full of laughter.

He hasn't laughed like this in a long time.

"That's not what I mean." Nan Shan explained with some embarrassment, "But I personally may not like this type, it's too high..."

Shen Ti also smiled, "Who made you like it!" He leaned on An Wujiu's shoulder and laughed, when he was done laughing, he asked Nan Shan, "Then how tall do you like it?"

"Just..." Nan Shan thought for a while, but a person appeared in his mind, which shocked him.

"Just what?" Shen Ti glanced at An Wujiu, "I personally suggest that you rule out the height of about 1.8 meters, it is not suitable."

After he finished speaking, he asked seriously, "What do you like?"

"I like..." Nan Shan suddenly stammered, and before she could describe a clue, a familiar voice suddenly appeared behind her.

"Taoist?" Wu You came over and found Shen Ti and An Wujiu, a little strange, "Why are they all crowded here?"

Shen Ti felt that he interrupted their aesthetic discussion, "Oh, you little brat, don't meddle in the affairs of adults, darling, go play by yourself."

Wu You pulled him away from An Wu Jiu in disgust, "You should play alone, pestering my brother Wu Jiao every day, is it bothering you?"

An Wu Jiu has long been accustomed to the small fight between the two, he smiled and looked away, just in time to see Nan Shan staring at Wu You in a trance.

“Southern fir?”

Hearing An Wujiu's voice, Nan Shan returned to his senses and looked at him.

An Wujiu noticed something, but didn't say anything, changed the subject calmly, "You came here to see this stone statue, right?"

Nan Shan nodded, "Yes, I think it's a bit strange." He approached An Wujiu and pointed at the stone statue, "Generally speaking, the early worship of gods by humans often stemmed from The natural world, so the image of God is basically derived from the animals and plants that appear in their living range, or human beings themselves. But the image carved out of this stone…”

An Wujiu said: "Isn't it too weird."

Nan Shan nodded, "Actually, it's weird, the content drawn in some religious ancient books I've seen before is not weird, but this one in front of you seems to be covered in skin just by staring at it. Discomfort. Generally speaking, people have a preference for the image of God, some are in the direction of majesty and solemnity, and some are in the direction of so-called beauty, the original direction, but there is basically no such type, it does not look like It's a positive image of God."

This made An Wujiu think of the **** he summoned in his childhood, which is Shen Ti's body.

What you see is only part of God.

“You mean that the gods people believe in are not quite right.” An Wujiu said.

Nanshan nodded, "Look at the location where they are placed, the temples and temples are used to worship the gods, but no temple will hide the gods with a whole wall It's an offense in itself."

This is true.

"And look at the totems on their murals," Nan Shan pointed to the ceiling and analyzed, "The murals of each religion can reflect what the religion itself admires and what it does not."

From the first moment An Wujiu entered here, he observed the paintings here, most of which were warriors with weapons.

"It's belligerent here."

Nan Shan nodded, "I think so too, these totems all reflect the scenes of their battles, they are dressed in brightly colored costumes and wear bright feathers on their heads, I am afraid they are all for Push back the enemy with momentum on the battlefield."

Shen Ti listened for a while, and stopped arguing with Wu You, "So, the leader here goes out from time to time to fight."

Wu You also suddenly realized, "This can understand why those city residents said that their leaders would bring a lot of food and gifts when they came back. It turned out that those were trophies."

An Wujiu thought silently, and suddenly, he saw Meghan coming out of the corridor of the lounge with a very bad expression on her face.

She glanced at them defensively, turned her head and left.

"I don't think this game is as simple as a werewolf killing a good person, a good person killing a werewolf." Nanshan said to them, "Just like the girl Noah and the others met today, I think tomorrow's festival will appear More clues."

An Wujiu thought about Yasia, who warmly entertained them that day, and her eccentric husband, and always felt that the story of the city in the water would not be so simple.

In this place, their hunger and fatigue were more obvious and more serious than usual, so they shared the food donated by the city residents and went back to their rooms to rest.

Shen Ti said that he did not agree, and said that his room was too cold, so he insisted on squeezing in a small bed with An Wujiu and hugged him from behind.

An Wujiu lay in a safe embrace, but it was difficult to fall asleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be lying flat on an operating table, his arms were shattered alive by the machine, his skin and muscles were cut open, and cold tweezers came in, bit by bit. Fragments of those bones.

In order to test his pain tolerance, they even carried out these tortures called experiments without injecting any anesthesia, just put a muzzle on him, tied it up, and locked him up after the end A blank room with nothing, not even a bed.

He could only limp on the floor, unable to get up, like an abused dog. An Wu Jiu suddenly remembered why he was so sensitive to voices and things that haven't happened yet, even the sound of Shen Ti's earrings colliding can be clearly distinguished.

Because he was most afraid of hearing sounds when he was locked up, especially the sound of opening the door. After hearing this, he would subconsciously shrink back and hide, because he didn't know what would happen next, whether it was to stick electrodes on his temples and top of his head, stimulate the electrodes that hurt into the brain, or continue to use mental pollution. Spiritual strengthening exercises.

One of the many contents of pollution is the constant broadcast of images of human beings dying, all kinds of people, all kinds of ways to die, for a long time, An Wugui's brain It was numb, and he saw the living researchers and thought they were walking corpses.

There is a small reward when he calmly accepts any contamination and is indifferent - a whole day's rest, only during which he can still hear the Voices played over and over again: about supreme morality, about help, about sacrifice, about all humanity.

But the scary thing is, in addition to these physical experiments, they will also cultivate his ability, different people teach him different knowledge, everything he has now is those people given.

Shen Ti, who closed his eyes, did not fall asleep, he could feel An Wujiao in his arms trembling slightly, even restraining the trembling.

Shen Ti hugged him tighter, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Sorry."

An Wujiu opened his eyes and escaped from the nightmare of the past because of Shen Ti's words.

"Why do you say that?" He turned around and looked at Shen Ti face to face.

Shen Ti just couldn't accept that he was just a bystander in the past, he felt regret for one thing for the first time.

Although An Wujiu couldn't hear Shen Ti's voice, he didn't have such superpowers, but because of love, he could feel Shen Ti's sadness.

He hugged Shen Ti and pressed his face to his warm collarbone.

"You don't know how important you are."

For the past An Wujiao, those who have the same human face as him, they wear elite clothes and have high-sounding reasons, but they inflict extremely cruel atrocities on him , keep him in a small room of ten square meters, like a man-made virus living in a petri dish.

And the only one who comforted him and gave him the courage to live was a **** who was terrifying, terrifying, and indescribable in the eyes of the world. He is countless times higher than all mental pollution experiments, and whoever looks at them may go crazy.

The normal kind have turned An Wujiao into a monster that can only be redeemed by monsters.

“I love you, Shen Ti.” An Wujiu’s voice almost trembled, “Without you, I would have long since ceased to exist.”

Shen Ti hugged him back, but in fact, a long time ago, he would not even hug.

Now he was not created by An Wujiao?

An Wujiu feels that he is both sad and happy, at least he can meet Shen Ti, at least when he meets him, these memories do not exist, he can feel free to worry fall in love with him.

He understands that amnesia is likely to be artificial, but at least he who has lost those memories can meet these precious people like a normal person.

If he was directly put into the altar after being trapped in the experiment for ten years, I am afraid it would not be a good result.

No matter how reluctant they were, the evening sacrifice still came as scheduled. Following the urging of the holy sound, the people gathered in the hall of the shrine after the rest, and a new sarcophagus appeared with Matsuura Mori inside.

An Wujiu looked down at Matsuura's face, feeling a little sad.

A man approached him, looked up, it was Zhou Yijue.

"I want to give this to you." Zhou Yijue opened his hand towards him, and inside was the fire he got.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I will be manipulated this time." He looked at An Wujiu, "It seems that you won't be controlled, neither will Shen Ti."

An Wujiu asked: "How do you know?"

"Although you can't do anything when you are controlled, and your mind is blank, but after the end, there will be memories of the sacrifice. You successfully resisted but fainted, Shen Ti was completely uncontrolled ." After Zhou Yijue explained to him, he gave him the fire in a gesture of request, "Please help me once."

An Wujiu nodded, took the fire from his hand, lifted the sarcophagus with the others silently, and walked towards the sacrifice.

Their footsteps were very heavy, and every step they stepped on the deep snowdrifts, the long and far-reaching screams sounded in their ears again, which made people feel hairy.

This time, An Wu Jiao can obviously feel that he is much better than the last time, not so groggy.

Just when he put down the sarcophagus and the blue flame appeared out of thin air, a powerful force instantly suppressed his limbs, and a powerful resistance appeared inexplicably.

An Wujiu saw it, three transparent pillars appeared behind the blue flame, as if they were frozen ice.

Even before going up the mountain, he handed the fire to Shen Ti, only Shen Ti was completely out of control, just in case, this matter can only be done by him.

The controlled crowd was beating and playing strange and primitive music, and an uncontrolled believer appeared among them, disobeying God's will, holding fire and leaving the sacrifice crowd.

An Wujiu's body was hard to move, so he had to hold the obsidian sharp knife. But his eyes were always on Shen Ti, watching him run towards the three pillars, and also watching the blue flame rushing towards Shen Ti!

"Shen Ti!" An Wujiu broke through the control of that power in an instant and shouted out.

Shen Ti didn't look back. He was covered in blue flames, but he was unscathed. He half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand, and ignited the three sacred pillars standing in front of him.

The three transparent pillars were instantly poured by the small fire and turned into a dazzling blue.

While An Wujiu was waiting for a miracle to happen, the three divine pillars suddenly rushed upwards and flew into the half-red and half-white sky.

I thought they would disappear into the sky like this, but in the next second, a huge sound erupted in the distant sky.

An Wujiu raised his head, he was surprised to find out.

The sky is like a broken mirror, with many huge cracks.