Crimson Blood Coffin

Communication with the unknown and the mysterious will always bring an uncontrollable sense of fear. Facing the same existence, even if it is a hymn without real will and emotion, Fakuyu still pushes forward step by step and carefully tests the existence.

"Let them merge together, let all the madness merge together, one plus one is greater than three~"

Fakuyu slowly conveyed his meaning in the communication,

"Countless madness gathers to achieve great crazy art, a madness that transcends everything is most suitable for greatness~"

"This group of mortal lives is so small, no matter how many there are, no matter how crazy they are, they still cannot escape the limitation of being small. Only by bringing them all together can we achieve a more magnificent madness~"

Fakuyu didn't know if the other party really understood what he meant. Perhaps this hymn was just a passive reaction, but Fakuyu didn't stop there.

Walking slowly, he kept muttering in his mouth, and began to seek some similar crazy artists.

Human art is ultimately inseparable from the entanglement of human nature. The crazy artists here must have the same experience, the same life, and the same results.

In these countless years and worlds, there cannot be only one world that is transmitted and influenced by this ode.

"Is this your daughter? Why do you paint her so sad? Shouldn't a girl of this age be the happiest?"

An artist who blends his paintings into his belly and cries silently and crazily. As Fakeyu approaches, the emotions that cannot be relieved finally seem to find a place to vent.

After a long time of pouring out, as Fakeyu expected, it is nothing more than the ending of bully bullying and the tragic death of his wife and daughter.

On the other side, Fakeyu also found a similar existence, but this one turned his sustenance into a sculpture, accompanying him all day to relieve his longing.

"Why don't you communicate? Humanity, madness, art, everything that shapes you at this moment, shouldn't you have more common language? Isn't it each other who understands you the most here?"

Fakeyu asked, watching the two artists who began to slightly include each other in their eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth began to secretly curl up involuntarily.

"What are you afraid of? Is there anything else in this world that you cannot accept?"

Looking at the two artists who were hesitant and thinking about something, Fakuyu quietly stepped forward and gave them a push. They were just two ordinary crazy artists who had achieved unprecedented madness here, but they could not get rid of their original ordinariness after all.

"Hmm? Wait. Why are these two people so repulsive and have no sense of communication at all?"

Until this time, the fusion that Fakuyu expected did not appear as expected. The two artists who finally touched each other not only did not really touch each other, but a transparent air wall appeared between the two people's touch, isolating them forever in two worlds.

"What is it? It is. It is madness! It is the madness of the two people that completely isolates them in their own worlds, each independent and without a trace of communication."

Fakuyu's heart floated the idea from Youge. It was really delicious for such human nature. The madness alone completely isolated himself from the whole world and locked himself in his own little house.

"Communication, they need more powerful madness to guide them."

Thoughts continued to emerge, and Fakuyu's understanding of these two people became more and more thorough.

A person's madness is always independent, especially when this kind of human nature reaches its extreme, completely exceeding its original effect, and coupled with being strengthened and completely released in this space, this kind of madness has no possibility of communication in their hearts.

"More powerful madness?"

Fakuyu did not get Youge's idea, and his eyes kept returning to other artists.

"These people are indeed more crazy. These manufacturing madmen are more crazy than simple painting and sculpture artists."

Turning his head to look at those artists who have completely transformed their bodies into various manufacturing machines, or lost a trace of human appearance, Fakuyu did not think he had any chance to let them communicate with these two artists for him.

"It's you, it's you."

You Ge continued to emerge, and in the continuous vigorous explosion, Fakyu was a little confused.

"Me? Why me? My madness? Do I have it?"

Continuously asking himself, Fakyu merged with the part of You Ge that was constantly touched by him. He was crazy, but he didn't think that he was more crazy than these people. Even in the current situation, he just felt that his madness came more from the crimson evil species, not from himself.

"Aren't the evil species you and me? They come from us, they are also a part of us, and now they are here with you, they are not as simple as they used to be."

It's not that simple, it's really not that simple.

At present, what Fakyu experienced in this space is the same as those artists. They completely released their inner madness here, and Fakyu also completely released his inner madness once before,

It was just that Fakyu was hindered by madness and external things, and did not realize what changes had taken place in himself, but Youge in his body was seeing Fakyu's changes bit by bit.

The madness had already spread throughout his heart, but the endless madness did not drown him and completely devour Fakyu's heart. Before, Fakyu was not occupied by madness, and when he got rid of this emotion and saw the real scene in the entire space, it was the beginning of all this.

During this period of time, changes have been going on, coupled with the special effects of the original cold blood of the deep diver, Fakyu has completely maintained this madness.

Crazy? Fakyu's heart has actually been crazy for a long time, a kind of restrained self-madness,

and now what Fakyu needs is to release this madness!

Obviously, this space did not give any response to Fakyu's previous exchanges and communications, but it did not prevent Fakyu from continuing his madness.

Little did he know that this situation was also caused by his madness, but he was confused by the authorities, and Fakyu did not notice his changes at all.

"Hahaha! So that's how it is. I became like this without even realizing it!"

Everything seemed to become clear, and as his emotions calmed down, Fakuyu recalled how he felt when he obtained the Ice-cold Blood, and his actions after coming in. All these changes were actually made by him actively while he was passive.