The meat ball has no mouth or eyes. It is a bit like a huge heart, but it is also like a chocolate fountain, flowing red blood from the top.
The last time Su Ming saw this kind of meat ball was in the cancerous universe, but although they looked like the same kind of flesh and blood vegetations, the meat ball in front of him didn't give people any disgusting feeling, but only kind, as if it was a part of his own body.
It is pure, does not contain impurities, and there is no threat.
Human flesh and blood are pure, but different souls and thoughts make them become different colors, and the red of all living beings is only the most natural primary color.
Its breath is full of wildness and chaos, because life is often an uncontrolled impulse, but what it says next second is rational.
"Knell, this is our first communication. We want to thank you on behalf of all flesh and blood."
His heart was beating, and his voice sounded directly in Su Ming's body, like an echo in his stomach.
The red of the gods calls itself "we". Maybe it is really a plural, because its voice is like the superposition of hundreds of millions of voices. It sounds like men and women, old and young, and even the chirping of animals. However, their meaning can also be understood and understood.
This is a very strange feeling. Even if you just float in a red closed environment, you can feel that you are related to countless flesh and blood lives.
"I'm talking about the black of corruption? You're welcome, I just happen to meet." Su Ming looked at the huge meat ball and found that it was not a material existence, and the heart was just an intuitive image that could be understood by human beings.
"Maybe you don't realize it, but your actions still maintain the order of the life cycle. Our consciousness is disordered and chaotic, but we must abide by some rules."
The complex multiple voices sounded again. It seemed to have no feelings and its tone was dry, but somehow, it could make people feel its joy.
It is a kind of feeling rising from the bottom of my heart, like the pleasure induced by biological instinct.
"Death told me that circulation is very important, and I can understand it." Su Ming said the name of the gothic girl and waved his hand carelessly: "but let's not talk about the black-and-white world for the time being. I contacted you today to ask you to find some people for me."
Hearing the name of death, the red of all creatures paused a little. Its authority is far less than that of endless families, because it can only manage flesh and blood creatures, and death is the master of all souls.
"Is it looking for dakside? There is nothing we can do. He is a new God, which has already gone beyond the control of our life Council."
"No, dakside can't even find me for the time being. Naturally, you can't. what I want you to help me find is a man named Simon Santo, or a little Japanese surnamed Nakano."
Su Ming's brain moved, so he projected their appearance with cosmic energy, like holding advertising products in his hand.
He also entered this space with the consciousness. There is no entity, but cosmic energy does not depend on material existence. It is a force that can be mastered by soul.
"Virtual portraits are meaningless to us. The death knell. All creatures are red in our eyes. We need more intuitive things to help you, such as their smell, their pulse frequency and their soul traces."
The red of all living beings answered with a complex voice. It treats the soul with flesh and blood equally. There is no difference between human and animals, so... It rightfully admits that it is blind.
"Well, it's easy to say that a monk can't run away from the temple. I'll go to the saints' industrial building and scrape some dandruff and hair in the chairman's office." Su Ming has the next goal and is ready to withdraw. He just needs to hang and disconnect his tentacle from the black orchid.
"Please wait a minute, death knell, would you like to be our spokesman?" the red of all living beings asked. After all, compared with animal man and black orchid, the death knell is obviously too powerful.
Whether a spokesman is strong or not is crucial for several concepts of cooperation and struggle in the life Parliament.
But Su Ming just shook his head when he was invited:
"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm only interested in human beings. For the flesh and blood of beasts, aliens and freaks, I just want to kill them, eat their meat and sleep their skin. It really doesn't accord with your idea. I suggest you only choose the right one instead of the expensive one."
With that, the knell nodded to the huge meat ball, smiled, and then pooped and disappeared into the blood red space.
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"What did the red of all living beings talk to you?" Bobo curiously climbed onto the shoulder of the death knell. Although the death knell in the outside world was only rigid for a moment, he knew that soul communication often transmitted a huge amount of information in a short time: "in the past, swamp monsters often distracted, and then told me that the green of all things conveyed the will to him."
"Hehe, he lied." the poison vine girl leaning against Haley directly intervened, and she waved her hand in disdain: "The green of all things can only convey the simple idea of happiness or sadness. Like a swamp monster, it is his own will to go to South America to kill logging teams and blow up other people's timber ships at sea. It is just an excuse for the green of all things."
Black orchid also nodded. As a person who had been controlled by the Witch and had personally touched the tree Council, she only felt the sadness from her heart at that time.
Those trees can't plead or give orders.
"Either the swamp monster deceives people, or he is schizophrenic. There is a green personality in his mind that gives him orders." the black orchid also confirmed the poison vine's statement.
"Whoa! It's getting more and more interesting!" Haley opened her eyes wide and turned wildly in them. She couldn't help smiling.
But when she thought of the swamp monster's death, she changed her face and became regretful and sad because she lost a psychological mouse.
Bobo has no way for ladies. Although he is an orangutan, he is also a gentleman orangutan. In addition, it is always bad to talk about the dead behind his back, so he can only look at the death knell and hope that he can answer the question just now and make the scene less embarrassing.
"I didn't say anything important. I just asked him to help me find someone. His request is similar to that of a police dog, so we're going to the saints' industrial building. I hope the Gotham men's efficiency is not too high. They haven't blown up the building yet..."
As he was talking, Su Ming turned his eyes to the distant city center. The dense rain covered the clarity of his sight, but in the next moment, he did not cover the violent explosion.
Not far from Wayne tower, a building lights up like a lighthouse, and then collapses. Instead, dark red smoke and fire rise on the ground.
"Ah, it seems late..." Bobo closed his mouth in embarrassment.
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