"The world in your eyes! The world in my eyes! A hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, one second to the next, the world that every individual sees in every moment!"
"And this is the value of art! It is also another way for top powerhouses to analyze the rules of the world!"
Talking about the things that his civilization is good at, Hongpao looked proudly at Gao Tian who was suddenly stunned. To be honest, this information is actually considered to be relatively important among fifth-level civilizations.
The development of science and technology and civilization is actually inseparable from the progress of art and humanities.
Although this seems so absurd in the apocalypse.
"Although the civilization in this scene killed itself and created ghost heads. But they can realize this, and this civilization actually has some potential."
With a chuckle, Hongpao simply moved closer to the half of the oil painting, intending to "appreciate" it seriously.
He wanted to see if he could deduce what happened to this civilization from an artistic point of view, which might help with the mission.
He got as close as possible to the dots on the color block, trying to see more clearly in the dim light.
But before he adjusted the interpupillary distance with some difficulty, it almost stuck to the oil painting.
Suddenly, the dots on the color block suddenly moved.
!?
He didn't give Hongpao any chance to react.
The dot turned instantly, and behind it was a face!
And that face.
It's his face.
It was a pale face with both eyes gouged out.

Chapter completed!