Crimson Blood Coffin

A group of female human beings whose eyes turned dull and lackluster completely lost all hope of escaping during their long imprisonment. Their bodies also occasionally experienced changes in their appearance,

However, under the special arrangements of Laval and other gill people, this shallow bloodline pollution has always been eliminated.

"Human?" Although Fakeyu, who has been surrounded by women from the Atogi people, has also noticed the slightest trace of human aura, he is very troubled by this group of people who are constantly frustrated. Naturally, he has not been among this group of Gill people before. Search carefully.

"Yes, those are the ones who stay and clean this place for me, and the rest get out!"

After finally calming down, a group of people were chattering, and it looked like they were women of a foreign race. Although he could also emit a strange smell to directly drive away these gill people, but at this time he just didn't want to, he had something in mind, so he did it casually.

"Fakeyou", Youge's connection appeared in Fakeyou's heart. Through the shared sight of the other party, he also saw this group of busy human women without any fluctuation at all.

"Are you sure your art is not in vulgar taste?" Seeing Fakeyou showing off his child-like body like this, Youge had been narcissistic in his previous life, but he had never been such a coquettish one!

In silence, there was an inner exchange of information from both parties.

"So... there are some interesting things hidden among the Gill People, hidden among the Gill People and the Royal City?" The child-like Fakeyu turned over with a grunt, caressing his tender body, and kept saying Feeling the special texture of human skin: "There is also Migo. This elder has a close relationship with the Migo tribe."

Scratching his butt and face, strange feelings flashed in Fakiyu's heart.

"Is there nothing else to do when you are arranged here?" After going through such a complicated process, Fakeyu was completely abandoned like an abandoned son, and a lot of mating partners were arranged. This made You Ge also felt unreal.

"No, there has been no news since those elders left. They didn't even tell me where I couldn't go." Fakeyu shrugged, and after a layer of fish scales appeared on his body to cover part of his body, he also said He was also a little puzzled: "Hey, why don't we go out and walk around?"

Fakeyu thought of the interesting things hidden in those altars. He just wanted to wait and see. It was better to go out for a walk and appreciate the art in the altars.

"Can you confirm the river transportation capacity of the Gill People?" Youge did not reject Fakeyu's idea. He can control his body at will, but he needs to confirm some things.

"Transportation? Hehe, it seems that those elders said it is indeed a great art!" He had little communication with those elders, but Fakeyu also heard some simple exchanges from the other party's mouth: "It seems that every part of them It takes time to use that waterway to search for the ruins of various alien races in the deep sea of ​​the earth."

The waterway is not a unique waterway for the Gill people, but an inherent waterway that exists in concepts and is determined by this world. This route is a waterway, with river water flowing all the time!

The gill people were just one of the people who happened to discover something special and could use this waterway to move.

Interestingly, those who can use this waterway are mostly beings who are good at communication, allowing gill people who have gained something to trade with each other in exchange for different things.

Immediately, the gill people had some good expectations for this.

"Hey, Lord Youge, do you want to go to the Dead City now?" Fakeyu walked out of the room and suddenly had some interesting ideas: "At this distance, even the speed of light of the flash fruit information will take several hours to travel, but Using this waterway, you can get there directly in just one minute~”

"Not going."

How could You Ge not guess what Fakeyu was thinking? This guy was even crazier than Pikeyu. He was just taking advantage of the situation to get some small complacency, but this... this kind of madness emanating from the heart, I'm afraid there is no One he didn't want to try.

"It's so boring. Shouldn't we appreciate something as wonderful as the Dead City?" Fakeyou walked slowly, humming while thinking about the information about the Dead City in his mind. , just gently calling the city's true name, Fakiyu, who has some reliance at this time, can naturally feel the other party more deeply.

After wandering around the altar, Fakeyu became familiar with the route of the altar.

There are four floors in total, the bottom one is completely immersed in the water, with a total of eight rooms. There is a completely imprisoned aquatic alien sealed in each room. Judging from the condition of its body, it seems that it has been treated as living meat. When Fakeyu looked at all eight, there were indeed a few Gill People there. After recognizing Fakyu, he explained.

The third floor is where Fakeyu lived before. Most of the gill people in the altar are also concentrated on this floor, making peace and making peace, eating and eating.

Completely immersed in his own instinctive desires, this feeling of being unable to control himself. At this time, Fakeyu prefers to call it the feeling of indulgence and wantonness. If you want it, then do it, why should you be submissive? It's just temperament, an art of peacemaking.

The second floor is where Fakeyu had his awakening before. After coming up, only three or four gill people continued the ritual here. However, compared with the previous awakening ceremony, these gill people were not awakening, but It is here that we continue to sing the praises of alternative songs full of Migo flavor.

"Master Youge, can you understand the general message?" Fakeyou, who had no restrictions, walked around freely behind these people, felt the songs here at close range, and communicated with Youge.

Fakeyou doesn't understand the language of the Migo tribe, but he can make a brief analysis based on the Youge in his body.

"By communicating with the altar, you can feel the breath of these people yourself."

Like a nanny, Youge also gave Fakeyou the simplest explanation after a brief confirmation.

"Communicate with the altar?"

"The new master of ceremonies, he has changed his clothes."

The clothes were exactly the same as those of the chief of ceremonies who died before Fakeyu's eyes. When one of them stood up in the middle, he also changed into the clothes prepared in front of them.

And at this time,

A winding and twisting sound appeared above the crowd, and the chief of ceremonies, who had put on clothes, raised his hands in the air, silently chanting words from the Migo tribe, and faced the huge fleshy body that suddenly appeared. tentacle.

"This thing", Fakiyu rolled his eyes. From an artistic point of view, this sudden tentacle had no artistic value. Without any sense of beauty, he opened a sunken, The synaptic mouth swallowed up the chief of ceremonies.