Of course.
What they meant here definitely wasn't just connecting the corpses together.
In fact, Gege Chicken had also smeared plenty of Britt Mouse's filthy green blood over the corpses.
That was to match the blood in those few grooves.
It was just that the materials these creatures had used before were human.
Now they were using their own kind.
That was why Lan Qingyou had sighed, and why Alisa agreed so wholeheartedly.
Most importantly, this method was also very similar to the way these Britt Mice lived.
If nothing unexpected happened, it had probably developed after this bunch of mongrels had spent a long time living underground and undergone their so-called "evolution."
Maybe they used to be just like them.
Maybe they still used ordinary ink and pens.
As for where all the "food" needed for this "evolution" came from, don't ask too many questions.
Because besides the occasional "tribute" from outside,
could a place like this really be short on that kind of "food"?
Of course.
Although by the standards of Lan Qingyou and the other Transmigrators a thousand years later, this so-called "evolution" was just a "Degenerate Species,"
it belonged in the same category as Goblins, Fishmen, Invisible Banshees, and the like.
In short, they'd had perfectly good human lives, but insisted on becoming mongrels like these.
The only question was how long they lived.
If their lives were all short,
then calling these short-lived species ugly would no longer be enough.
Because that would be an insult to the word "ugly."
Once everything had been laid out, Gege Chicken peeked at Lan Qingyou, who was floating motionless by the entrance, then quietly and slowly crept toward the groove in the middle.
Lan Qingyou naturally noticed what it was doing.
Just like the way its eyes had