Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 196

The rain of blood stained the earth.

Lost vision regained as the rain spread, and he saw the world changed beyond recognition.Where the blood stream flows, the earth reveals a dark red texture, like a rough cut muscle section.

The blood and soil took shape and twisted in the rain, convulsing like a lesion, and finally raised an ugly and deformed mountain like a tumor.The full moons in the sky gnawed at each other, twisting and deforming out of control while tearing.The three-color glow continued to elongate, like countless fishing lines scattered all over the sky.

The colors of the stars and the moon are all mixed into a mess, like a whirlpool of lines hanging upside down above the world.Deep within the maddened chaos of the landscape, a shadow larger than a planet is stirring.

In this nightmarish and chaotic world, the owner of the black glove is playing and singing.

He was sitting opposite Luo Binhan, raising his right leg in black leather boots to support the base of the strange piano.The crystal pick flicked between the strings without making any sound.

The piano player sang along with the playing, but Luo Binhan only felt a hollow and loud howling of the wind filling his ears.His vision has been completely occupied by foreign objects, and his thinking has been driven into madness by the vortex of the sky, but his sense of hearing is numb, as if there are only two useless meat holes on both sides of his head.

He knew it was because of "disfunction".

There is no "function" that can replace hearing in this world, so it is impossible to hear non-human voices.Just looking at the world, he seemed to understand many things naturally.

"That's your luck," said the man playing the piano.He put down the piano and stood up from the stool made of living skin.The stool wailed and was then lightly kicked down by him.

The meat boat they were in started screaming.A huge head that had been cut open in the middle, all the tissues inside the skull had been hollowed out, leaving only the shell supported by scorched wooden stakes.

The human-headed ship swayed beneath their feet, its remaining mouth half-opened, becoming a portal to the bloody land.

The guest extended his hand to Robin Han and invited him to share his nightmare.

"Go now," he said, "you'll have Twin Fire tonight, and somebody's paying the bill for you."

The body was completely involuntary, and Luo Binhan could only nod in agreement.The black gloves fell on his face and easily took off his eyes.

The piano player put his eyeballs on the palm of his left hand, and then stepped out of the head boat.The door of the ship still roared tirelessly.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

It thundered its charges in a rain of blood.

"Ninwell Narenshef Arkolux! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

The fiddler passed through the mouth of the boat, then turned around abruptly, and put his hand on its lips.

"Hush, shush!" He whispered affectionately, "Stop making trouble, Tuojiva, we still have a long time together."

A row of bony needles drilled out from under the head's lips, with long, purplish nerves threading through the ends.The needle tip went back and forth between the upper and lower lips, tightly suturing the roaring mouth.

The piano player wandered in the silent rain, walking lightly like a solo dancer.Thin threads hang down from the frantic sky, woven into rope chairs of muddy colors.

He ascended to the seat of the turbid rope, and ascended to the whirlpool of the sky.

The ground covered with gnarled hills unfolded in sight.The violin player broke a thin string and swiped it downward. The rotten muscle layer of the earth was cut from both sides, revealing the carcass inside.

Like cutting open the womb of a dead body, the gooey black baby cries loudly in it.A fire dragon circled around it, making its skin black and dry, peeling off inch by inch.

"It's done well," the fiddler said to Robinson's eyes, "but it doesn't have to be. Tonight is yours."

He pulled down the muddy silk and swung it towards the fire dragon.Threads wrapped around the radiant body, dragging it toward the swirling sky.

The fire dragon struggled and swung in the air.Every time it tore a silk thread, its body was stained with a little muddy color.When seeing this scene, Luo Binhan began to roll his eyes.

The piano player had a leisurely attitude, shaking his head looking at the eyes on the palm of his hand.

"That won't hurt him," he said. "Let's say good-bye to our guests first."

He put his right hand under his jacket, took out a scimitar with a blue blade, and recited the spell that Luo Binhan knew, and the blade burned with a blue fire.

Black lambskin gloves melted in the fire, revealing dead hands with white hairs and rot inside.He gently threw the scimitar down, and threw it at the restless and howling fetus.

Blue fire grows in the rain.Every drop of blood rain is a combustion-supporting ointment, covering the body of the black fetus.When the blade fell into the womb, the uterus made of blood and mud was filled with fire oil in an instant, turning into a rancid and scalding furnace.

The piano player pulls up a strand of tencel and winds it into a ball of thread.He sang slowly amidst the baby's cries, the song was as gentle as a lullaby.

"I'll give you back to your father," he said to the furnace of flesh as he spun the thread. "He always used a spark to light a fire, and I like the idea. Now I'll borrow his fire to make a bowl of soup, which is what we'll be waiting for." customer way."

He tossed the twined silk balls back into the air, like two dirty stars on both sides of the rope seat.Then the pianist got up and left his seat, stepped on the dark rope steps, and walked towards the increasingly rotten ground.

The sky vortex rotated stagnantly, and the turbid light fell in front of his feet, pointing all the way to the distant mountains.The qin player climbed down the steps, and at the same time raised his arms forward, stretching out the palm of his left hand.

Luo Binhan's eyes rolled freely on the palm of his hand, he could not only see the sky with turbid currents, but also see the traces of rain penetrating on the surface of the glove.

"Look over there." Qin Shouyu said tenderly, "Look at her. What a lovely girl, she still looks similar to when I was a child. At that time, I saw her as my own daughter, the forever beautiful girl, I would rather her Stay in the mountains, go west, or stay on her island all the time. If she doesn't give her rope to another mortal, she will stay young forever. And now? They don't even look down on a 16 year old preteen ——It can’t help but make me rethink my original wrong decision.”

He hurriedly descended the heavenly steps and came to the end of the land of flesh and blood.A complete mountain range runs through the rain, covered with flowers and trees.

The blood rain floated on the treetops, forming a hazy layer of red mist, soaked in the fragrance of peaches and plums, but the roots of the trees were still dry and refreshing, without any sign of getting wet.The soil where the trees take root is black and loose, mixed with young grass shoots, which looks fertile and natural.

With the mountains as the boundary, the forest and the outside of the forest are clearly separated, as if two worlds are stitched together in one place.

Luo Binhan rolled his eyes on the black lambskin gloves, and he saw unclean twin stars hanging in the sky.Between the two stars, threads are woven like a spider's web, entangled with the fire dragon that once burrowed into the ground.

The piano player raised his left palm to his face.The edge of his hood was embroidered with snakes in silver thread, and half of his pale face was visible in the shadow of the cloth.

That half-revealed face made Luo Binhan feel a little familiar.But immediately the other party smiled, completely diluting his familiarity with the outline of the face.

"Time to see the boy now," the fiddler whispered into his eyes, "somebody's already paid the bill, and I'll take care of everything here—for now, but you really think going to Outland would be a problem." Can solve the problem? I sincerely recommend that you go back, but not now. Some people are busy at the moment. When the time is right, the boy must return to the place where he can shelter. As for you, since we have so little indirect friendship, I Let me give you a little hint: if you get very close to that boy, fire will be easier for you than ice crystals, and anger will be easier for you than coldness. If you must do it, at least in the way you are good at, don't even think about it. who to imitate."

The fire dragon trapped in the air let out a roar.The piano player raised his fingers casually, and the vortex in the sky turned faster, tightening the silk thread wrapped around the fire dragon.The dark silk cocoon completely sealed it, and there was no more sound.

He withdrew his fingers and stepped into the flower forest with his body covered in rain.The smelly and wet mist followed him closely, filling the dry forest.

(End of this chapter)