I'm trapped in a cube

"ah!"

The little man in Gendiao suddenly let out a piercing scream, and the sharp sound scared Bai Zhou to retreat immediately and almost sit on the ground.

The little man seemed to suddenly come to life. The tree roots behind him quickly retracted, he stepped out with his short legs, and turned around to run away.

Fortunately, Bai Zhou had quick eyes and quick hands. He took a step forward and caught the weird little man in his hand.

The villain kept screaming and scratching Bai Zhou's palm with his little hands.

Although there was a severe sting on his hand, Bai Zhou did not dare to let go of the little man, for fear that the little man would disappear as soon as he let go.

Finally, after a period of struggle, the villain recognized the current situation and stopped moving. Bai Zhou also took this opportunity to tie up the villain with a cloth strip.

Looking at his hands again, they were already covered in bloodstains from being scratched by the villain.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Bai Zhou looked at the little man who finally calmed down.

"This relic is really troublesome to use."

Bai Zhou secretly rejoiced. If it weren't for his quick reaction, the little eagle would have gone somewhere long ago. The Chali clan never told him that this would happen if he used this relic.

But why did this villain suddenly come to life?

He poked the little man who was still squirming.

The reason why this relic was used this time was because Bai Zhou wanted to use it to communicate with the soul of the big tree next to the village. Maybe the big tree could know something about what happened in the village.

After being poked by Bai Zhou, the little man twisted faster and humped around on the ground like a caterpillar.

The sharp sound came out again, like a noisy toddler.

"Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to go back!"

Hearing this, Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment. The voice didn't seem to be an illusion. The villain was really talking.

Don't want to go back?

Where to go back?

With curiosity, Bai Zhou asked cautiously: "Can you speak?"

"Nonsense!" the villain replied viciously.

Seeing that the villain had such an arrogant attitude, Bai Zhou stopped coddling him, picked up the villain and walked to the village.

He lit a fire and placed the little man on it.

Such behavior also made the villain's resistance become more violent, and he kept screaming.

Bai Zhou squatted beside the fire and said coldly: "I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

"I understand! I understand!" the villain replied fearfully.

"what are you?"

"I am a tree, I am that tree!" The villain struggled to look in the direction he came from.

Bai Zhou immediately understood what the villain meant.

The soul of the tree came to the villain?

No wonder, the Chali tribe said that this relic could communicate with souls, but it turned out that the souls were drawn out to communicate.

After understanding the working principle of this relic, Bai Zhou did not continue to understand this relic, but directly began to ask what happened in the village.

"How did the other people in this village die? Who did it?"

After hearing Bai Zhou's question, the little Gendiao man trembled and told Bai Zhou the whole story——

Murlocs invaded, massacred, burned...

The Gendiao villain spoke very briefly, and finished the whole thing in an understatement as a bystander.

All this happened very quickly. Human beings had no ability to resist in front of the fish-men. The parts passed through quickly, leaving only charred corpses.

The fishman didn't stay long. After searching carefully in the village for a while, he left the island in the dragon fortress.

Extremely casual.

Bai Zhou clenched his fists while listening.

"What's their purpose?"

"I don't know. I was just looking for something and left when I couldn't find it."

"That's it?" Bai Zhou asked in disbelief.

"that's all……"

Hearing such an answer, there was a loud bang in Bai Zhou's mind, and there was a ringing in his ears, and he could no longer hear the villain's begging for mercy.

The fire in front of me kept sending out sparks.

The wood in the fire was burnt black and made small crackling sounds, but Bai Zhou couldn't hear anything.

His eyes penetrated the dark wood, as if he saw the dead tribesmen.

Stacked together, they formed a mountain.

Dig the hole and bury it with dust like ashes, leaving no trace.

Bai Zhou's fist unclenched.

He looked at his palm and saw blood oozing out from the scar scratched by the little eagle before.

But Bai Zhou couldn't feel any pain.

There was no sound, no feeling, everything was numb.

Only the charcoal in front of him was shaking, and he kept telling his pain in his ears.

"Bai Zhou, we are so thirsty and want to drink water."

"good."

Bai Zhou walked to the well, not caring about the injury on his hands, and struggled to fetch a bucket of water.

Then he walked to the fire and poured water on it.

After a "prick, sting, sting" sound, the fire went out, leaving only a few flickering sparks.

A wisp of smoke floated into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

The little man who was originally placed on the fire was also doused with water. At this time, he looked at Bai Zhou, who had been talking to himself and acting strangely, and no longer dared to act rashly.

In this way, Bai Zhou stood by the fire for a long time with a bucket in hand...

It wasn't until the last spark went out that Bai Zhou put down the bucket, grabbed the little man, and returned to the big tree.

The roots on the root carving penetrated into the bark of the tree, and the features of the little man slowly disappeared, and his hands returned to the embracing posture.

As the roots of the tree were retracted, the little root carving returned to its original posture.

In the days that followed, Bai Zhou continued to live his unchanging life.

Get up in the morning to dig a hole and bury the body in the afternoon.

He collected the pieces of charcoal that had broken into pieces. Those that could be put together were put together. Those that could not be put together were put together and buried with the clothes in the house.

After all the corpses he could find were buried, he erected a huge stone tablet on the mountain and engraved the word "immortal" in small seal script.

After everything was done, Bai Zhou stood in front of the monument for a long time...

Early the next morning, he packed his things and left the village without looking back.

After getting on the boat, Bai Zhou decided to return to the island of the Chali tribe first, not only to return the relics, but also to find a way to take revenge.

In the abyss, he only knew the Chali tribe, and he could only learn more about them through them.

Most importantly, Bai Zhou wanted to know more about the fish people.

"After going round and round, they actually got it right. They crossed paths again..."

Bai Zhou marveled at the magic of the Chali tribe's ability to predict, and was also amazed at the wonder of the abyss.

Touching the small root carving in the package, Bai Zhou cheered up again.

Just an ordinary root carving can have the effect of extracting souls, so there must be a more powerful and lethal relic.

Maybe one day he will get it...

Paddling the boat, Bai Zhou once again approached the long-lost island of the Chali tribe.

But there was thick fog on the sea, which was very rare near the islands of the Chali tribe.

Bai Zhou felt something was wrong, but he still plunged into the mist without looking back.