Crimson Blood Coffin

This elder of the gill people has enough knowledge about how to offset the crazy power. Compared with those half-knowledgeable elders of the gill people, he secretly hides some interesting texts.

With sincere prayers and humble performance,

he did not care about all the crazy artists who were closer to him. When those crazy works were closer to his head, he began to sing and pray.

The same melody and words, but what came out of this person's mouth made Fakeyou hear a little bit of unusual taste, although the effect did offset the potential madness in the crazy artwork.

"The Migo tribe's stuff, is this a translated version?"

Compared with the understanding of the hymn itself, although Youge didn't know anything, he could briefly analyze some superficial information leaked from the surface of this song.

This is the Migo tribe's own version after understanding the old hymn. The lyrics and music are intact, but there are many free understandings of the Migo tribe, and even some inexplicable changes in some cleverness.

"Migo?"

Fakyu heard Youge's explanation, and a slight wrinkle appeared on the face of the Deep Diver, but he let go of the idea of ​​this strange feeling again. After all, there are traces of the Migo here, and it is not strange to have a Migo translated version of the Old Hymn.

But this made Fakyu have to be more cautious.

This guy is the chief elder of the Gill People. He can be regarded as a pure descendant of half-human and half-Deep Diver. No matter how scattered the blood memory is, this crucial thing actually uses the Migo translated version instead of the original Old Hymn. The relationship between them is very subtle.

But this was not the time to be entangled. After Fakuyu remembered this question in his heart, he opened up a separate space where the obsidian stone table was erected.

It was not prepared for the elders of the gill people who came in, but only to make the artists here more respectful of the old hymns emitted by the stone table. They also did not want the stone table to be polluted after a long time in this crazy art. After all, the stone table is the stone table, and the hymn is the hymn. The two sides are just a supporting effect, not dependent on each other.

"Grand Elder Laval~", Fakuyu did not continue to keep the elder below to pray. He maintained a crazy smile. A thin path appeared between the stands and Laval's current position. The crazy artists who made way all stood side by side on both sides of the path, holding, merging, or displaying their own crazy art. They looked at Grand Elder Laval, who was at the end or the beginning of this path with ferocious and crazy faces.

"Come here~ come here~"

A crazy voice sounded, and Fakyu kept urging Laval, who was impatient, which made the surprised elder very entangled.

"Elder, do you like my wonderful abstract world?"

"Lord Fak's world is really beyond imagination", Laval didn't know how to say it, he was familiar with these crazy artists. According to what Fak had experienced before, plus the records of the Migo tribe, Laval soon thought of the crazy lost lambs in the hymn: "These are wonderful and amazing."

Halfway through the words, Laval didn't know how to describe these things, weird, twisted, messy, which made him completely unable to understand.

"Art~Wonderful and amazing art~"

Fakyu took over the words, looked at Laval who was approaching, and kindly helped him sort out the marks left on his clothes after crawling several times during this period, patting and hitting, which made Laval who was approaching feel a lot of discomfort.

"Art. It's art." Laval's human eyes twitched a little. After watching Fakyu who was turning around him, he suddenly felt a lot of inexplicable crisis in his heart. A little child of the gill people who had never been exposed to the outside world and had not even received any human habits education would actually do such an action?

Fakyu, who patted Laval's clothes, did not say anything. After leaving Laval alone, the several gill people elders who were specially slowed down by him finally walked in slowly.

"It's interesting. It seems that this elder has discovered it." Turning around and walking into the madness, Youge also said quietly in Fakyu's body.

"It's sooner or later to discover it. I'd rather wait for him to take the initiative to attack than for me to do it first~hahahaha~"

Fakyu already had countless ideas about how to deal with Laval in his heart. That kind of pure crazy malice made Youge feel a different kind of resonance.

Malice,

The pure and extreme malice hidden in Youge's body, the extreme malice existing in the crimson evil, these are all part of Youge himself: "What are you going to do?"

"Yes, hahahaha!"

Art, madness,

How could Fakuyu not continue to add color to such a world after seeing it?

The only thing to blame is that these artists are too gentle. Such a world is indeed good art, with artists everywhere, countless colliding artistic concepts, and countless crazy creations intertwined in the air,

But these are still too gentle, these are not the ultimate effects that Fakuyu wants,

Speaking of which, at this moment, he already had a bigger idea for this world, but this was far from enough!

"Just in time for a good witness, let them feel some new changes in this world!"

The madness flowing from the crimson evil seed, the malice flowing from the evil seed, plus the inner world that originally absorbed dark emotions, after this special flow and brewing, plus the more creative power of the gods as a fermentation product, the entire inner world has more possibilities.

From the laughter in his heart to the laughter of his body,

Fakyu attracted all the elders who were whispering in a burst of madness,

"What is he going to do?"

Quietly, Fakyu completely submerged himself in madness. Those crazy artists who rushed towards him seemed to want to eat him.

It felt like a thousand years. The crazy artists gathered together in a group and burst out with more rampant black evil thoughts in an instant. The crazy malice and crazy rampage made the elders who were watching all stand up.

"Evil? How could he be so evil?!"

Grand Elder Laval snored immediately. The concept of evil is the greatest enemy of all orderly life, especially when it appears in the deep diver who he has given the greatest hope to, how can he not feel like the sky is falling and the earth is shaking.

"Grand Elder Laval? Do you want to keep him?"