Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 550 Ice Purgatory Devil Chariot

city.ghetto.A jungle made of industry and flesh and blood.Thrive in the moaning and singing of the world.The background of this performance is the grandest symphony, the endless carnival, but every actor and every part is silent.They may have made a sound, but they were lost in moments when no one noticed.

In a city, one can know ten or hundreds of roads by observing one road.On the road surface, the mud is mixed with stones quarried from the cliff, and there is a finger-thick hole in the center, and sound transmission nails and lighting lamps are inserted into the hole.Every city has different tastes in lights. The lights on this road are colorful, so gorgeous that they don’t match the background color of the city, as if a layer of neon with poisonous gas hangs at the feet of pedestrians.As the frequencies received in the bottom acoustic tubes change, they also change color in an unpredictable sequence.

The buildings on the road are as fickle as these lights, depending on the expectations and preferences of the owner.A grid-like tall house, the main body of the wall is made of steel plate and titanium alloy, the interior is wrapped with many interlayers that suck the air, and the outermost layer is covered with smoked leather.The high house is built to escape the outside world, and to enjoy the most luxurious tranquility inside, but it can cause long-term health problems.The row of low houses far away from the tall houses is almost built with hundreds of square sound-absorbing bags filled with earth, as simple as a fortress piled by children with pebbles.

The surface of the sound-absorbing bag is sometimes covered with large stickers, simplified shapes of some tools, or various gestures, deliberately drawing straighter or sharper grains.That is to block the damaged position of the sound-absorbing bag.Living in this kind of house can barely resist the noise from the road, as well as the dust and particles kicked up, but it can't do anything about the loud noise of the underground.Homeowners don't count on this, they just go for the low price.Maybe they hope that their silly laughter and crying will be covered by the song of the world.

There are more houses.loose or tight structure.Make a compromise in material and design between tall house and short house.The viscous sound insulation fluid squirmed and expanded in the interlayer, and the wind chime made of resonant metal film hung motionless on the window, and at the same time issued a shriek that pierced the wall panel.The potted flora hangs under the wind chimes, wriggling, twisting, growing, and shining with the movement.

In this extremely noisy space, electric cars pass by like flowing water.There are more energy storage in cities than in rural areas, but the demand for electricity can never be satisfied, so each electric vehicle has a quota.When the sap-poured rubber tires rolled slowly across the road, the occupants would gesticulate and curse.Those gestures are not allowed by the upper echelons, and have never been given meanings in the official regulations, but people who have been in one area for a long time will understand.

People begging on the side of the road can understand the meaning of all gestures.He has lived for more than 140 years, dispossessed of all his property for offending others, has never had offspring, and lives on the meager charity of public duties.He is a person who can monitor the road for a long time, and all senses have completely declined.When certain cranial-stinging dispersal sirens go off, he just sits there until those special cars drive by.

A rare car, which can be seen in its shape.

The funeral car has bronze sculptures and iron cages at the rear, and puts all the valuables of the deceased's life in the cages to attract the spirits to follow.People with military honors sit in carriages with diaphragm vibrating drums and crossbow rails, pulled by the bronze statue of the Rocky Ox at the front.Those rocky cattle of varying numbers, a beast that is now extinct.They are equipped with fuel and gas engines, their eyes emit red and blue light, and the huge mouth on their chest spits out billowing black smoke.There are also rich people's cars, with all kinds of ores and the stone bodies of ancient animals hanging on the outside, and they are also powered by underground oil and gas.

This extravagant practice, which was more prevalent in the old days of slavery, is now ostensibly prohibited by law.Only criminals are condemned to be miners, descending into those subterranean caverns that echo horribly, to cleanse their sins with pickaxes and oil pumps.Most survived two to three years of such hard labor before dying of rhythm disease.Their hope is to find something in the deep mine, to find precious sedimentary oil springs, or rough crystals.Then they are likely to receive amnesty.

The seizure of the subterranean.The eternal war between earthly life and the world.When the earliest sound plumbers inserted sound nails into the ground as slaves, most of them were killed by the terrifying rhythm coming from the ground.All the railways are laid on the dust of their flesh, and their bones are mixed with copper and iron, and they are stationed permanently at the edge of the world.It is said that it was the suggestion of the immortal, but no one knows the reason.

There are also older and darker times.There is no sound tube and crystal diaphragm.Craftsmen are always asked to make a long ladder that won't melt.They're going to use this ladder to drive up to the glowing red magma fragments in the westernmost sky, and steal the extraordinarily bright light.At that time they were unaware of fire and heat, for on the ground there was only the cold light of the flora.When people make a sound close to the frequency of screaming, these bacterial colonies light up due to resonance.

That is primitive religion and gods. People send sacrifices into caves where gods live, and hang them on the walls of caves full of fungi.They would chop off his fingers and prevent him from gesturing in order to encourage more vocalization.After that there is a series of steps in which they will gradually peel off the skin of the victim and grow mycelium on the flesh while giving the best nutrition and care.Throughout the ritual, trained priests gather here to write and paint by the light of the flora.They are so devout that they can turn a deaf ear to all noises in the cave.

There are many reasons for the decline of old religions.But for the old man sitting on the sidewalk of the city, the only things he can know are the most concocted stories that people want to hear.In ancient times, there was such a pair of lovers, the woman had the best singing voice, but she never sang to outsiders.Until her lover was chosen as a sacrifice and disappeared into the village forever.She finally violated the sacred teachings and went to the cave in the forbidden place.When she saw the morbidly lush luminescent bacteria outside the cave, and her lover's remains between life and death, she let out a soul-ripping wail, and the whole valley glowed with bright light.

But forget these ancient things.Time hints at old men on the streets of the city.Neither the past nor the future has anything to do with you, poor man.You should keep your eyes wide open, grabbing every moment of this moment, every image, that's all you can bring into the fire and into the bronze statue.

The old man's shriveled skin tightened in panic at the suggestion.He stared twitchingly at the street.In the wildly singing world of sound sense that had exiled him long ago, only the poisonous neon fog proved his existence to him.Time is still passing, spreading out the illusion of light.Wheels run over holes leading into the ground.Every crevice in the house is full of bacteria.Ghosts of abysses and caves lingered with them in the solidified stone.

At this time, a lady passed by on the road.

A rare beauty.Sitting on an electric car, she can still see that she is tall.The skin is dark brown and silky, obviously living in a room with plenty of light and warmth all year round.Her bare arms and shoulders were full of flesh and blood, and the lines were as smooth and firm as the waist of a rocky ox.Over her flared ears and rare golden-brown hair, she wears a horned turban adorned with flower-shaped chains.Those flowers are undoubtedly exaggerated, so they look too delicate and small, and they are dotted with bright red minerals-now, the rich people have a tacit understanding of the origin of these treasures, and they will say that they are all accumulated antiquities, Will never admit that he still buys new mines mined by criminals on the black market.

This beauty is like a monster coming out of a statue, every move is as artistic as a statue.Her bright eyes also released a continuous current like a crystal diaphragm.The old man on the street saw her, and in his chaotic consciousness, he seemed to hear the crazy song from the ground again, but it was not from the ground, but from his dry chest.

The rubber wheel stopped beside him.The lady like a bronze statue bent over to look at him in the car.Her arms hung over the door rail, her overly slender but nimble and lovely fingers gliding in the air.She gestured to him, with a bit of Dongfang habit in her movements.

Where does the central square go?she asked him.

The old man squinted at her, and he noticed that there was a black circular lens decoration hanging on her chest, like a tool used by astronomers to observe the fragments of the sky.This beauty's car is also strangely simple, without any kind of animal fur or mineral samples.The coachman was a tall, silent man who waited patiently for the lady to negotiate with him.

Central Square.He finally started to think.Then gesture slowly.in front.Then turn left, then right.Where the evil relics are placed.

The beauty smiled with satisfaction.The electricity in her eyes danced with a hint of sly joy.She bowed her head and threw a disc at him.The golden light swirled on the ground, it was a gold coin with an ancient imprint.

Her lips twitched and said a word the old man couldn't hear.Then the tram started again and disappeared on the road eroded by neon light.

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