Chapter 218: Inhuman (26) (1st update + 2nd update + 3,100 0.5 updates) [VIP]

The triggerers behind him were already in chaos, and Xiao He's voice changed from a suppressed gasp to a blatant cry of pain.

"The back! The back is hot too!"

"Don't move," Xiao Tang stood up quickly and motioned the yellow-haired man next to him to hold Xiao He down. Then he tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes with one hand, wrapped it around his hand a few times, and directly grasped the red cape on his back. After pulling it a few times without success, he had no choice but to shout, "Er Si! Come and help!"

Bai Jinshu withdrew his gaze from the tumor-like head and turned to look behind him.

There's already chaos behind me.

The natives also looked quite at a loss. Dajiang and Xiaohu pulled off the red satin on each other's backs, but it seemed that this did not relieve the heat that came from nowhere. The two of them took off their shirts and stood in the middle of the formation with their bare chests.

Outside the fence, there was a circle of villagers watching the grain field. Among them, some were probably their parents. A middle-aged man stood in the front, waving at them and shouting loudly, "Put it back on! Put it back on quickly!"

"Dad!" Dajiang shouted in disbelief, "The cloth is hot! It's almost burned off the skin!"

"Da Jiang, put it on!" The middle-aged man widened his eyes and shouted, "Mr. Huang didn't ask you to take it off! Why are you picking it up? Who will be held responsible if it affects the ceremony? If the ritual fails, you'll have to wait for it!"

"Dad!" Dajiang held the cloth in one hand, the expression on his face wavering between shock and confusion.

"Put it on!" The middle-aged man finally couldn't help himself and wanted to jump over the fence and rush in. "You don't want to put it on, right? Then I'll come in and get it for you!"

"No! Uncle, don't come in! Mr. Huang said this formation has a life gate and a death gate!" Dajiang and Xiaohu beside him were instantly anxious. Xiaohu quickly picked up his cloth from the ground and draped it over Dajiang's back despite the burning sensation. "I'll put it on right away, I'll put it on right away!"

"Hurry!" He whispered, pressing down Dajiang's hand, "Hurry up and put it on me too. This matter will be over today!"

Dajiang looked at the cloth hatefully and casually stuffed it into Xiaohu's hand.

Xiao Hu hurriedly put it on herself and held Da Jiang down: "Alright, it's just a short while, just hold on until it's over. Otherwise, what if the ritual fails?"

The natives were in chaos, and there was no peace among the triggerers either.

Bai Jinshu got up from the ground and walked to Xiao He in three steps. Xiao He obviously heard the conversation behind. He struggled and said, "This... tearing my cloth, will it be okay?"

Obviously, the villagers no longer care whether the young people in the formation are hot or not. The more bizarre the things they encounter, and the more they seem to be beyond human power, the more obvious the effectiveness of Mr. Huang's rituals seems to them.

The melting Buddha statues and hot red cloth seemed to be the effects of Mr. Huang's magic circle in the eyes of these villagers.

In this case, if anyone wants to make changes and destruction, these villagers will be the first to stop them.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiao Tang scolded impatiently, "If you don't take off this cloth, someone will die! The skin on the edge of your neck is burnt and peeling, can't you feel it?"

She had a few strips of cloth torn from the bottom of her shirt wrapped around her left hand, and with her other hand she threw a piece of cloth to Bai Jinshu: "Wrap the cloth on Huang Mao's body, and we'll work together to tear it in half!"

Of course there is a reason why Xiao Tang is called Bai Jinshu.

Xiao He himself said before that the knot he tied was one that could be loosened with a simple pull, but Shi Xiuzhu tried to untie it for a long time without success. There is reason to suspect that the material of the red cloth would change after it started to get hot.

It is definitely impossible to solve it with the strength of an ordinary person.

Although Xiao Tang was reckless and strong, the knot became tighter and tighter. It was loosely attached to Xiao He's neck before, but now it fits tightly. The neck was no different from other parts. She was afraid that she would not be able to untie it all at once, which would make the knot even tighter. She had to call someone for help.

Bai Jinshu looked down at Xiao He and said, "Don't worry about the ritual. Worry about yourself first."

Anyway, the ritual was bound to fail because of Xiao Tang's previous interference.

The villagers outside the fence were a little restless. Xiao Tang snorted and said to someone unknown: "Burns won't kill people, but suffocation will. I want to see what happens if someone dies in this magic circle."

The restless crowd suddenly quieted down.

Bai Jinshu wrapped the cloth around his hands, half squatted down and pinched one side of Xiao He's neck, looking at Xiao Tang: "123, all together?"

As soon as he touched the red cloth on Xiao He's neck, he felt something was wrong.

This thing was hotter than the one on his back.

It was red, and Xiao He tied a knot to save trouble, twisting it into a strip. When he put his hand on it, it felt like he was touching a red-hot soldering iron.

No wonder Xiao Tang asked him to wrap his hands with a cloth strip.

My skin was in direct contact with the red cloth, and at least I got a few burns. After being separated by a few layers of cloth, I don’t know if it’s just a psychological effect, but it does seem to be much better.

But the feeling is the same even through the cloth, so you can imagine what the condition of Xiao He's neck is like now.

Xiao Tang also grabbed one end of the red cloth: "One, two, three."

Xiao Tang's brute strength was really terrifying. Bai Jinshu felt a huge pulling force coming from the red cloth. He staggered and lost his balance, and almost fell towards the red cloth in front of him, whose temperature was almost as hot as a soldering iron.

The two of them exerted force at the same time, and there was a "swish" sound.

The red cloth was torn in half.

At the beginning, Bai Jinshu was almost knocked down by her strength. When he came to his senses, he was standing in the sunlight, and the red cloth on Xiao He's neck had been torn.

The half of the red cloth he tore off fell to the ground. There was a mark on Xiao He's neck that looked like it had been burned by an electric iron. The skin and flesh were surging and the edges were covered with yellow blisters.

There was nothing in the middle of the formation, and the burns could not be properly treated. Several people pieced together a few strips of cloth, which at least covered his wounds and prevented him from being burned again under the scorching sun.

When Bai Jinshu came to his senses, the people behind him had already helped Xiao He deal with the problem.

The two trouser legs of Huangmao were one long and one short. It was obvious that the short side was a strip of cloth torn off for Bai Jinshu to wrap his hands with.

The front of Xiao Tang's T-shirt was torn into a belly-exposing outfit, revealing a short and narrow waist. You can't tell at normal times that this girl actually has abdominal muscles, and there are two thin black lines on both sides of her waist. She actually has a tattoo.

Bai Jinshu shook his head slightly. For some reason, he felt that this tattoo was... a little abnormal.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Tang turned his head and met Bai Jinshu's gaze, frowning strangely, "Ersi, you've been standing there for a long time since you tore off the cloth, are you okay?"

It's okay.

Bai Jinshu stood there and looked at his right hand wrapped in cloth.

But he seemed to have no memory of what happened more than ten seconds ago.

His memory stopped at the time when Xiao Tang shouted one, two, three, and then just now.

The time in between seemed to have completely disappeared from his mind.

Xiao Tang was very strong just now, and he was not prepared for a moment, and was almost pulled over by the force at the other end of the knot. His memory disappeared at the moment he was about to be pulled over.

This red cloth was tougher than he had imagined. It was no longer normal red satin. Rather than a knot, it was more like a metal iron pipe lock. Bai Jinshu's strength was definitely not enough to tear open something this hard together with Xiao Tang.

Someone else tore open the red cloth.

Yes... Cen Bingqi is out?

Bai Jinshu frowned slightly.

No, then why did he lose his memory of this period of time?

It is true that the memories between multiple personalities are not interconnected. From common sense, the memories generated by the personality that takes the initiative during the time of its appearance are unknown to the other personalities. However, he is just acting. This situation has never happened before. When he was acting as other personalities, he still retained his memories. Why did he lose this memory this time?

There was only one explanation for this situation. Bai Jinshu stood where he was and let out a breath.

Unless just now, the synchronization rate suddenly reached 100%.

This is a copy of the investment bank, not the foundation's space, so he has no way of judging the extent of his synchronization.

Huai Jiamu followed Mr. Huang to get the baby chickens. Bai Jinshu slowly raised his head and looked around.

He hadn't faced the problem of synchronization for a long time. Before entering here, because of the attempt of romantic contagion, he thought that Cen Bingqi's twenty-four personalities were one of the safest disguise identities.

But if the danger of a 100% synchronization rate is that amnesia will occur once the personality is switched, then the consequences of this identity will be more uncontrollable than the others.

In other words, during the time he entered the investment bank, he controlled this body and the synchronization rate never reached 100% because he never deliberately played any of the twenty-four personalities.

Cen Bingqi's personality is trigger-type. Once he faces some extremely sudden events that leave him with no preparation, there is a certain probability that other protective personalities will be triggered, and because the situation is too urgent, the synchronization rate may instantly soar to 100%.

In this case, after coming to his senses, he would not know what the 100% personality that was triggered had done. And the 100% personality that was triggered was him without memory, and without memory, he did not know what he would do at that time.

This is completely different from the 100% of the previous identities that were a long-lasting process. The 100% of the twenty-four personalities have no buffer, and happen too fast to be interrupted. Unless he never encounters an emergency for which he is not prepared, or stays with Huai Jiamu all the time, this triggered personality will sooner or later cause something big.

"Er Si? Er Si! What are you daydreaming about?" Xiao Tang waved his hands in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"...No." Before Bai Jin could finish his words, the shouting of villagers could be heard in the distance.

"Make way, make way! Mr. Huang is back with the chicken!"

"Make way! Make way!"

Several villagers led the way.

The chicken's cry was quite miserable, and the sound was transmitted intermittently to the formation in the valley.

Mr. Huang came back with the chicken. Everyone in the mess quickly stood back to their previous positions. Xiao Fei hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Sister Xiao Tang, should we still kneel?"

After the farce just now, everyone stood up. Now that Mr. Huang is back, will they still kneel?

If I kneel... to whom?

The Buddha statue had already turned into a puddle of water when everyone was in a mess, and now the same thing happened on the table and the ground, reflecting a strange and colorful texture in the sunlight.

The Buddha statues are gone, and if we kneel again, we can only kneel in front of an empty table with offerings on it.

"You can kneel or not, but I won't," Xiao Tang pouted. "I'll half squat. I want to see how this ritual will turn out."

She squatted down as she spoke, and her movements were extremely natural, just like a street thug squatting.

"Then...then I'll squat too." Xiao Fei originally thought it was a big deal, but Xiao Tang was unwilling, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was suddenly brought out, so he squatted beside him too.

Perhaps the action of tearing the red cloth with bare hands just now shocked everyone. Seeing Xiao Tang taking the lead, everyone squatted down like Xiao Tang, and no one continued to kneel.

The cries of the chickens were getting closer and closer. In the crowd, Mr. Huang walked into the grain field carrying the chicken.

Compared to when everyone bought it a few days ago, all the cable ties on the chicken had been removed. Mr. Huang pinched the chicken's two wings, and only the chicken's two feet were struggling wildly in the air.

Its cry was also very miserable, as if it knew what kind of ending it was about to face. It did not have the high-spirited sound of other roosters' crowing at all. Instead, it revealed a sense of misery.

Mr. Huang came back with the baby chicken and saw the younger generations in the formation which had become a mess. He said nothing, but gestured to the villagers following him to hand him the things in their hands.

Bai Jinshu squinted his eyes and looked over, and what was handed over was actually a kitchen knife.

Mr. Huang followed the previous steps and walked into the formation, handing the knife to Bai Jinshu who was at the front.

The ritual was still going on. Bai Jinshu put aside the questions about himself and looked at the kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife has a wooden handle and is very old, with many signs of use. It looks like a knife from the villager's own home.

The only noteworthy thing is that the blade of this kitchen knife is very sharp. It was so sharp that it was flashing a cold light under the dazzling sunlight. There were a few iron filings scattered on the edge. No wonder Mr. Huang and his team spent so much time there. It turned out that they were sharpening the knife.

Mr. Huang seemed to know that they would take off the red cloth. He was not surprised at their messy clothes and the burns on Xiao He's body. He just threw the chicken to the ground and said, "Take this kitchen knife later."

The chicken had been flapping its wings extremely vigorously before, but now that he had thrown it to the ground, it lay motionless and quietly in front of Bai Jinshu.

"I will start chanting, and you will start chopping at the chicken from a distance," Mr. Huang said. "Then all the rest of you, come up one by one, take off your red cloths, and throw them at the chicken."

Seeing everyone nodding, Mr. Huang turned around, walked to the table, picked up three incense sticks and something like a wooden fish next to it, and started knocking.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or resonance, but as he struck the wooden fish, the strange liquid that was formed from the Buddha statue on the table began to jump.

Mr. Huang waved his hand.

The chicken seemed to suddenly regain its vitality. It jumped up from the ground and started flapping its wings wildly.

Bai Jinshu followed his instructions and chopped with a kitchen knife in the air.

"Push harder," said Mr. Huang.

Bai Jinshu swung forward with all his strength.

The chicken suddenly stopped.

Another wave.

It suddenly fell backwards.

It was as if the knife had really hit it. Bai Jinshu felt that the movement of it falling back was not normal at all, as if it had been pushed by something, or was shaken backwards by something.

In just a few minutes, the chicken went from being lively to quiet, then lively again, and then quiet again.

Now, it fell to the ground. Mr. Huang took the time to instruct it between chanting: "Keep chopping, don't stop, the ones behind come up and cover them with cloth."

The new people behind him couldn't wait to come up and cover the chicken with cloth. The chicken was still struggling at first, but as more and more cloth was put on it, its movements became quieter and quieter. Finally, Xiao Tang walked past Bai Jinshu and said in a low voice, "The chicken seems to be dead."

She deliberately stayed until the last one to go up, and when she went up, the chicken was already motionless.

"Okay, that's enough." Mr. Huang suddenly spoke after the last layer of cloth fell.

As soon as Bai Jinshu stopped, he felt a sudden burning sensation on his back.

A wave of heat suddenly rose in front of me.

The young chicken, which was covered with a dozen red cloths, suddenly caught fire.

The flames were extremely high, and they jumped to about two meters in an instant, as if what was burning was not a young chicken weighing less than five pounds and a dozen pieces of red cloth, but some flammable material such as firewood and charcoal.

At the same time, a commotion suddenly broke out among the villagers outside the fence.

"Fire! Fire!"

Someone is shouting.

"I know. That's because you are awesome, sir. Why are you making such a fuss?"

"No!" the voice paused, "The village is on fire!"

The crowd suddenly became chaotic.

Bai Jinshu and the others turned their heads and saw that not far from the threshing ground, a small three-story villa suddenly caught fire.

"Xiao He's family!" Shi Xiuzhu suddenly whispered.

At the moment when the young chicken died and spontaneously combusted, Xiao He's house caught fire.

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The villagers outside the fence rushed to put out the fire.

Fortunately, Xiao He's family had made preparations for the fire early on. All the things that needed to be moved were moved away, and fire-prevention ditches were dug around the house in advance to prevent the spread of fire. Some of the people went to put out the fire, while some remained outside the threshing ground, talking in exaggerated tones about the effectiveness and magic of Mr. Huang's rituals.

When Mr. Huang saw a house on fire, his face suddenly showed joy and he celebrated loudly: "This is a success! A success!"

There was a small cheer from the crowd.

The villagers looked as if they were saved, with exaggerated expressions on their faces. Even though Mr. Huang said they could enter now, no one came to care about Xiao He who had a burned neck.

Several people from Shi Pang's team hurriedly took Xiao He to a place with water, trying to use running water to treat the burns urgently.

The flame of the burning chicken in the threshing floor was rising higher and higher, almost reaching more than three meters, and no one could get close to it.

Mr. Huang, leaning on his crutches, told the village chief who had hurried over that after the fire on the chicken died down, they should wrap it in the colorful paper they had prepared and then throw it away into the stream.

When the fire on the chicken goes out, that's when the fire on the house goes out.

After saying these words, he leaned on his crutches and followed the village chief to the house that had been prepared for him in advance to rest.

In the threshing ground, only a few triggermen and a few scattered villagers were left.

The enthusiasm of the villagers outside the fence only grew. They surrounded Mr. Huang and left. The remaining people did not stay because they cared about the younger generations. A group of people came in, holding the things they had prepared long ago, and surrounded Huai Jiamu.

They came for this "divine decision".

Xiao Fei took advantage of this opportunity to call everyone "Big Brother", just wanting to get more information from the live broadcast room: "Big Brother, does anyone know what's going on with this chicken? How will this strange story develop later?"

Xiao Tang patted the dirt off his body in disdain, grabbed a pear from the front of the altar, wiped it and started to eat it: "What is this liquid...?"

Her words reminded Bai Jinshu.

He followed forward.

They had bought that Buddha statue together when they went down the mountain. They had chosen ceramic material when they bought it. Everyone had seen it with their own eyes, so there was absolutely no way they could have gone wrong.

But just now, under the scorching sun, it suddenly turned into water like a melting wax figure.

This is too weird.

Xiao Tang pulled off the handle of the pear and gently poked the liquid: "Hard?"

She turned around and looked at Bai Jinshu in surprise: "Is this thing solidified?"

Bai Jinshu frowned slightly: "When Mr. Huang knocked on the wooden fish just now, this thing was still liquid."

He reached out his hand and tried to touch it.

Sure enough, it solidified.

The pool of liquid has now turned into a solid. It feels smooth to the touch, without any graininess, and the surface is slightly reflective, looking like solidified water.

"Wait a moment..." Xiao Tang searched on the altar and successfully found a small piece of iron. He carefully pried up a corner from the side and said, "Take it and try it."

The texture of this thing now looks like an ordinary piece of porcelain.

It feels heavy in the hand and a little hot to the touch, probably because it has been exposed to the sun.

"This won't..." Bai Jinshu touched his chin, "Will it solidify back into ceramics?"

"It's very likely." Xiao Tang waved his hand and threw the thing directly to the ground. "Let's throw it and see."

With a "bang", the thing really broke into several pieces.

Bai Jinshu squatted down and picked up a piece. It was really a porcelain piece.

This ceramic statue inexplicably melted into a pool of liquid and then solidified into a piece of ceramic.

This situation is absolutely against the laws of physics, but in this ritual, there seem to be many things that go against the laws of physics...

Xiao Tang tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped up all the broken pieces of porcelain, and held them in his hands. It was too hot outside, so the remaining triggerers walked towards the direction of the big tree.

After Xiao Fei finished communicating with the big brothers in the live broadcast room, he quickly ran to Bai Jinshu to pass on the information to them: "Er Ge, the big brother in my live broadcast room said that there are two special identities in this strange story, one is Xiaochuan and the other is You Gaohan. As the number of burned houses increases, You Gaohan will be strengthened and Xiaochuan will be weakened, and vice versa."

"Xiaochuan is still being weakened?" Xiao Tang couldn't help but said rudely, "Ersi has been weakened to such an extent that he fell down every three steps on the first day. Going up and down the mountain took half his life. And You Gaohan... no, the big monster, he appeared as a prophet and revealed the identities of the three brothers. How can he be strengthened? Do you have a balancing mechanism for this ghost story? If you can't, don't play it!"

She said it bluntly, but it was true.

Xiaochuan is weak and cannot be exposed to the sun for long periods of time, nor can he do physical work. If more houses burn and he becomes weaker, Bai Jinshu can almost imagine what he will become when all eight houses are burned down. He will probably not even be able to get out of bed.

On the contrary, although no one knows how Huai Jiamu was able to predict the future, his status and control over the plot in the copy are much better than anyone else.

In such a situation, as time goes by, the weak become weaker and the strong become stronger, and the weak and the strong will continue to fight against each other. It is obvious that something is wrong.

"Yes, the elder brothers also said so," Xiao Fei quickly added, "The elder brothers said that You Gaohan's identity is like this because he wants to leave here, so he must wait until all the houses are burned down, otherwise he will be trapped inside. Xiaochuan and the others can leave at any time if they want, but once all the houses are burned down, everyone except You Gaohan will become the target of the villagers' hunting. In this case, they need to escape or massacre the whole village before they can leave."

"But..." He paused, "But once we decide to leave, everyone must leave together, and the decision to leave here must be agreed by all members."

As soon as these words were spoken, a look of sudden realization flashed across their eyes.

"Oh... I understand," Xiao Tang crossed his arms, "So if you want to leave early without getting hurt, you have to give up You Gaohan. If you don't give up You Gaohan, you have to face the violent monster in the final stage, right?"

In this case, the “all” in “all passed” suddenly becomes intriguing.

After all... as long as You Gaohan, whose interests are against everyone else's, dies, then "everyone" has approved it.

You Gaohan can expose the identities of all his teammates who are villagers except himself at any time, indirectly leading to their deaths.

Then as long as everyone except You Gaohan is "exposed" and he is the only one left, when the house is completely burned down, he will not be hunted down. This is also another way of "all members" passing.

"So, according to the usual trend of ghost stories, either You Gaohan is killed by everyone, or You Gaohan kills everyone. Either You Gaohan voluntarily gives up his life to send others out, or others are willing to be hunted down and be with You Gaohan." Bai Jinshu pinched his chin.

This explains why Xiaochuan and You Gaohan become weaker and stronger as they become stronger.

Ogawa is definitely an important character, not only for the villagers, but also for other members of the same camp. Ogawa's life and death will definitely determine the life and death of everyone. No matter which one you choose, if you want to survive, the first person you need to protect is Ogawa, so he will become weaker and weaker as time goes by.

You Gaohan is a character whose interests are contrary to everyone else's. No matter which option is chosen, his life or death is not important to others, so he will become stronger and stronger as time goes by.

So the direct conflict that appears is actually a conflict between these two people.

According to normal procedures, the identities of Xiaochuan and You Gaohan are absolutely incompatible.

Xiao Tang came up with a bad idea: "I think we should leave the big monster here. We don't know what to do, so isn't it just right for him to stay in this ghost story?"

He is not a newcomer, he is a weirdo! This "unanimous vote" in the unanimous vote can be avoided directly by using a bug.

Xiaofei and Huangmao nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

"Well," Bai Jinshu said coldly, "Do you think that he can get through [Xu Xu Ying Lou], but he can't get through [Strange Talk]?"

"...Ha, ha, just kidding, just kidding," Xiao Tang immediately knelt down, "How could I give up on the big monster? Even though we've only been together for a day and a half, in my heart, we're already teammates. How could I give up on my teammates! Massacre the whole village! We must massacre the whole village! Beat him up seven times and get him out seven times! This is too much. How could I abandon my teammates and run away!"

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, it seems to be true. Changing it to 9:30 will be even later, so let's just go with 9:00 (crawling away slowly)

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