A very energetic and very energetic old man.

He was neatly gray and gray hair, and had a small ponytail tied behind his head. He was very ordinary, normal in height, slightly slim figure, and was wearing a clean linen gown.

Under his feet was a pair of ordinary cloth shoes, which were also clean and not stained with dust.

He walked step by step, step by step, on the hot gravel ground, and walked to the gate of the abyss, looking up at the "cry red" standing on the top of the door.

The old man's skin was a little gray and a little wet like the gatekeeper No. 7. It was obviously also soaked in some kind of vessel and in some kind of solution for too long.

To put it in a sentence that is not very appropriate at this moment and is very destructive to the atmosphere - this old man is pickled and tasty.

When "Flairong" saw this old man, his instinct developed an extremely violent murderous intent.

He looked straight at the old man and grinned, "Oh, I remember you!"

The old man nodded, and a trace of confusion flashed through his clear eyes: "A existence like you... In my memory, there are several similar guys... Which one are you?"

‘Scarlet’ raised her head proudly: “Scarlet!”

The old man's pupils shrank slightly, he took a step back, then took a deep breath, and took a very serious step forward.

"Scarlet...this name..." The old man let out a heavy breath, with a bitter smile, shook his head and said, "I thought I would never hear this name again."

"So, since you have appeared, the one behind you..." The old man narrowed his eyes: "Including the awakening of the abyss consciousness, the return of the gods, and the re-coming of the ancients, are all His own operations?"

Without waiting for the 'Scarlet Red' to answer, the old man shook his head and said to himself: "A very perfect operation has pushed Medland into a desperate situation at once... It must be admitted that he has made great progress over the years and is smarter than back then!"

Laplaci's sharp and delicate voice rang in his mind: "Wisdom... This guy, he only admitted my intelligence, but refused to admit it. I also have the wisdom that I once ignored..."

‘Scarlet’ grinned: “He said, this is wisdom.”

The old man rolled his eyes and nodded seriously: "Well, I admit this statement... Wisdom can actually be regarded as a kind of precipitation of experience and experience... He has been working hard for so many years and through so many ups and downs, even a pig will open up his wisdom and accumulate such a little wisdom."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked up and down seriously, revealing his chest, standing at the top of the door frame.

After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Scarlet...I have a problem."

"Scarlet" squatted down, He looked down at the old man and showed a cruel smile: "I allow you to ask questions... Well, my memory is a lot incomplete, but I roughly have a little impression of you... It's not your face, but the smell on you... Oh, I seem to..."

"Flame Red" grabbed his head and murmured in a low voice: "I seem to have discovered some rare variety?"

The old man smiled, and he shook his head again: "Then, I just want to ask one question... Joe, do you still exist?"

The face of "Frigid" changed slightly.

He looked at the old man gloomy and said coldly: "It's a very boring question..."

The old man's question was like a thunder blew up in the 'crystal red' mind. In the beautiful crimson crystal, the self-consciousness belonging to Qiao was violently shaking, and a trace of the will belonging to Qiao revealed the crystal.

In the vast mind, a soft light squirted out from the crimson light firmly, gradually opening up a piece of its own territory in the crimson light.

‘Scarlet’ gasped violently.

A large amount of cold sweat broke out on His body, and His body was trembling uncontrollably.

"I... should... still alive, right?" Qiao took a deep breath. He widened his eyes and looked at the old man with a little confused: "It's just... can I still be... alive in my state?"

The old man nodded seriously and said in a deep voice: "You still exist, that's great... It seems that our Mr. Crimson did not have time to completely swallow your self-consciousness... In this case, time is short, and I will tell you some small stories."

The consciousness of "Scarlet" was roaring and roaring.

In my mind, the crimson light fluttered violently, constantly crushing towards the soft light curtain in the boundless crimson light.

But this soft light curtain seems soft, but it is tens of millions of times harder than the strongest crystal.

The crimson light hit the soft light curtain and exploded into countless pieces, failing to cause any damage to the soft light curtain.

Laplacie's figure was suspended in the crimson light. He sucked his little pipe and sniffed a cigarette ring, sighed a little melancholy: "Crimson... My most perfect creation... You have to be brave..."

Qiao stared at the old man with wide eyes, looking forward to the short story he wanted to tell.

At this moment, Qiao's body could not move at all. His consciousness was attached to him, but his body was still controlled by "Scarlet Red".

"I am the janitor number one... Elder's senator."

The old man looked at Joe and said seriously: "I am the first generation of human beings. It can be said that all human beings are descendants of me and my brothers and sisters."

"Listen to me, Joe."

"The whole world was originally nothing."

"The Dirac Sea, the four basic elements of earth, water, fire and wind, have nurtured the embryos of our world."

"Chaos are the most primitive form of the embryo. At the beginning, everything in the embryo was chaotic, chaotic, and uncontrollable; all the laws were like a pot of porridge, all matter, what we can touch, perceive, see, smell, and see, all existed in a chaotic energy state."

"An incredible great force opens up the embryo and takes shape in the world."

"The laws of chaos gradually became clear and gradually separated. The laws of condensation absorbed the endless elemental energy in the sea of ​​Dirac, and the most original cosmic controller was born from it."

"They...you call them "the gods" for the time being... In fact, they are just like the gods in myths and legends, and they are so high and unpredictable."

"They were born in accordance with the law, and they... are powerful, but they are like wild animals, acting only with instinct."
Chapter completed!