Replicants can speak, laugh, and have all the memories of the celestials.

They let the replicants continue to develop technology and continue to create miracles, while they themselves hide at home, singing and lascivious every night.

They don't treat replicants as human beings, and once replicants express their thoughts and feelings, they will incinerate them in the name of healing.

The replicants secretly formed an organization, which eventually overthrew the tyranny of the celestials and achieved freedom.

The replicants loudly proclaimed their victory and reveled in the Celestial City.

However, when they calmed down, all the evils began to be revealed.

They are replicants, only organizations, no program; Only ideas, no experience.

They eventually followed the old path of the celestials.

When the replication instrument began to operate, the celestial beings embarked on a road of no return.

No one knows whether the celestial beings who are alive now are replicants or some kind of human who really evolved from apes.

In countless replications, a mutant appeared in the replicant, and his brain development was as high as 50%, and when he first appeared, his form was different from that of ordinary celestials.

His appearance is difficult to describe in words, and the celestials who saw him eventually went crazy, and then, without exception, stuck a branch into their necks, and died laughing.

The mutant has set up a lab and wants to continue studying human evolution, and he wants to know what happens when the brain is 100% developed.

The laboratory uses the genes of the creatures of the sea and the celestial beings to study all kinds of strange creatures, and extracts active brain cells from their brains for further research.

In this process, a celestial man with a brain development level of up to 80% was born, which was later known as the miserable white skin.

The miserable white man claimed to be a god and wanted all the celestials to serve him.

He has a special ability to disturb the spirit of the celestials and make the celestials frantically convince him.

I know what happened after that.

The mural is very simple, just a general introduction.

I think it's a bit of a pity, it would be nice if there was a list of people who are impersonating people out there.

The Celestial City is still some distance away from here, why is there a mural of the Celestial City here? Don't...... This is another stronghold of Celestial City?

What's going on with this illusion?

Before I could figure it out, the Dream Eater Tapir fell from mid-air with a disgraced face, and his whole body collapsed on the ground, and he cursed and said, "What is it?!" This is not an illusion at all, I don't know what it is, I got lost, and I almost didn't come back! ”

"It's not a fantasy, what is it?"

The Dream Eater Tapir gasped heavily: "I don't know, I've never encountered such a situation. Their brains are very active, but the information about their brain activity is not on the walls of illusions or dreams......"

I thought of the mural: "Could it be the special technological means of heaven and man......"

The Dream Eater Tapir sat up abruptly and said disdainfully, "What kind of technology?" It's all bluffing stuff, Lao Tzu has lived for so many years, and he hasn't encountered any powerful technology products, most of them are gimmicks.

Didn't someone say that they had discovered the formation principle of black holes, I listened carefully, and it turned out that he said that he wanted to sell health products, which was simply an insult to my IQ!

I bought a can on the spot, and it didn't work when I took it home and ate it, garbage! ”

I can only send four words to the dream tapir: 'It's hard to judge'.

It's hard to tell who has a lower IQ.

The baby in my arms was tired from crying, with huge tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and fell asleep pitifully.

The dream-eating tapir can't get into their illusion, and it can't just wait.

I put the baby in the arms of the dream-eating tapir and looked around to see if I could find a way out.

The dream-eating tapir quickly put the baby on his belly and wrapped him in soft fur.

The dream-eating tapir's long nose gently fanned the baby, and secretly put the baby's fist into its mouth while I was not looking.

The baby opens its eyes and stares at the dream-eating tapir.

Babies have big eyes, and dream-eating tapirs have small eyes.

Afraid that he would cry again, Dream Eater quickly spit out his fist and danced his long nose.

Its nose boggled in mid-air, back and forth, like figure skating.

The baby's eyes were shining and he clapped his hands happily.

The dream-eating tapir sighed secretly, and just after two minutes of joy, it suddenly jumped like thunder, and the sound of "moo" was like thunder.

The Dream Tapir was vicious: "You little bastard! It's not good to learn anyone, learn Zhao Rui here, can Zhao Rui learn that guy, that's a proper negative example. After you learn from him, you will be a black household, and you won't even be able to learn! ”

"Wow wow~~" The baby thought that the Dream Tapir was playing with him, and smiled even brighter, waving two hands full of the Dream Tapir's hair.

The Dream Eater Tapir gritted its teeth: "Look at my hair, my shiny and smooth hair!" If you go down again, I will become the Mediterranean! Do you know what the Mediterranean Sea is? The Mediterranean is ......"

The baby yawned, probably thinking that the tapir was too noisy, and waved his fists wildly, punching the tapir in the face.

The dream-eating tapir was furious: "Little bastard! You really want to learn from Zhao Rui's Wang Ba Calf, cough, that person, right?! ”

The baby frowned, its mouth shook, and its cry shook the sky.

The dream-eating tapir vented his strength, and all the anger turned into helplessness, so he could only resign himself to coaxing it again, thinking resentfully in his heart, looking for an opportunity to eat this little baby, is it better to steam or braise it?

I looked closely at the murals around me, trying to find the mechanism to get out.

But it was all in vain, the walls were as white as new, every inch was perfect without seams, and the tiles on the floor reflected my shadow, like a mirror, bright.

It's big, it's holy, but it disgusts and disgusts me.

I remembered the temple where the spirit entered during the sacrifice ceremony in the Celestial City, and the temple was very similar to this place.

Inside the temple was a man hanging upside down, his neck twisted, his face empty and featureless, his hands and feet intertwined, his mouth long above his neck.

It's weird.

There are no hanged people here, but they are just as weird.

If what the mural says is true, this may be the place where the replicant's apparatus is kept.

That instrument may be the key to getting out.

I walked to the very center of the temple and, on a whim, stood upside down.

My hands were on the ground, my gaze shifted in a different direction, and the world changed to my eyes.

I saw the murals on the walls turn into grimaces, with long tongues sticking out and huge bones in their hands.

They stuffed the bones into their mouths and 'clucked' as they ate their food.