I'm trapped in a cube

Chapter 256 Fierce Revenge

"came back?"

Bai Zhou struggled to get up from the boat and looked outside.

The waves lapped gently on the shore, and the fog was still thick.

"What happened to that collision just now?"

Bai Zhou looked towards the bow and found that the small fishing boat was stuck on a boulder on the shore. The impact just came from this boulder.

He looked at his apprentice in confusion: "Did you just see something?"

"I didn't see anything, Master. I listened to your words and kept my eyes closed."

"Then, did you feel anything?"

The apprentice thought for a while: "It feels like our direction is getting further and further away. After a long circle, we are back."

"Nothing else?"

"No."

Bai Zhou was even more confused after hearing his apprentice's answer. What was his experience at sea?

At this moment, he felt his chest tremble.

When he fell, his chest seemed to have been hit, and the pain was only now starting to show.

what?

Bai Zhou reached in and took out a small root carving figure from his pocket that was completely wet.

The little man had no face, folded his arms, and lay strangely in his hands.

"Master, what are you doing with this?" The apprentice asked curiously when he saw this.

"What am I doing with it?"

Bai Zhou had the same question in his mind, but he couldn't remember why he brought this relic with him.

A cold feeling came, and Bai Zhou was shivering in the sea breeze, so he had to take his apprentice back home first.

…

After that, Bai Zhou and his apprentice tried many times. Every time they wanted to leave the island, they would return to the island for various reasons.

The fishing boat seemed to have completely lost its way in the fog. It kept going in circles, and it would always return to the shore.

Not only that, Bai Zhou asked other Chali tribesmen to try and found that they could not get out of the island.

After that, mold spots even appeared on some small boats sailing out to sea, and the fog seemed to be trying every means to prevent the Chali people from leaving the island.

After several near-accidents, Bai Zhou did not dare to try again.

At this time, he already had a bad guess - the Chali tribe was trapped by the mist.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhou made one last attempt. This time he didn't take anyone else with him.

He found an intact boat and started sailing away from the island alone.

This time, the effects of the fog were not so severe.

Although the fog hindered Bai Zhou's departure, it was not as violent as before.

After going around in circles, Bai Zhou passed through the edge of the fog and came to the sea.

Looking at the small island shrouded in thick fog behind him, Bai Zhou fell into confusion again.

"Why can I come out?"

He can leave when he is alone. Although he will be hindered, the obstruction is not obvious.

After returning to the island, Bai Zhou thought for a long time and guessed that there might be two reasons:

First, he has only a limited understanding of immortality, and the mist is not very aggressive towards him.

Second, the behavior of fogging may be mostly targeted at "race", and it is not so serious about individuals.

Although Bai Zhou racked his brains, he couldn't figure out the purpose of the mist, but he still summarized some of the principles of the mist. At the moment, he could only regard the mist as a punishment for peeking into eternal life.

"When it comes to race, it really feels like the reincarnation of cause and effect..."

Because one person is not able to bear the price of spying on the secrets of heaven, God's punishment affects the clan, descendants, and the corresponding people along the bloodline.

Even an entire race has to bear the price.

After thinking about it, Bai Zhou silently opened the package again.

The package contains the "murder weapons" he collected on the human island.

He picked up the bronze-like rune parts and found that they were rusty.

The texture of the rust marks was very clear, and Bai Zhou found that he seemed to have seen these textures somewhere.

"Those mildew spots?"

Just after taking a few glances at the rust marks, Bai Zhou suddenly realized that it was no wonder they were so familiar.

"That mist can actually affect the fish-man's weapon."

Could it be that the mist regarded the owners of these murder weapons as himself?

When he thought of this, Bai Zhou understood everything instantly.

Then, a brilliant idea appeared in Bai Zhou's mind.

"You can use this mist to help him get revenge."

But how can the fishmen be affected by the fog?

Bai Zhou thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a way.

At this moment, the little girl next to him reminded him:

"Let the fishmen come to this island by themselves and let them discover the secret of eternal life for themselves. This way, no suspicion will be aroused. The fishmen will also be trapped on this island by the fog and will never be reincarnated!"

"Yes!" Bai Zhou looked at the little girl aside and praised, "What you said makes sense."

After being praised, the little girl grinned with half her mouth.

But Bai Zhou hesitated again.

"But what about the Chali tribe? Aren't I putting them in danger by doing this?" he said worriedly.

The little girl sat next to Bai Zhou, hugged his arm with her blackened hands, and said nothing.

However, the scalding high temperature in the little girl's body rushed to Bai Zhou's arm. Not long after, Bai Zhou felt that his arm was extremely hot.

Bai Zhou wanted to take his hand out, but his charred little hand was extremely fragile and seemed to break if he applied force.

As soon as he twitched, he seemed to hear the sound of shattering coke. Now, he no longer dared to move rashly, and could only endure the discomfort and sit stiffly.

Beads of sweat poured down Bai Zhou's forehead, and his thoughts became confused.

"Are you going to continue running away? Where do you want to go this time?" The little girl raised her head and asked curiously.

Bai Zhou subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know how to explain.

He was indeed on the run.

"Don't worry..."

"But you've been running away for a long time."

This time, Bai Zhou was even more speechless.

"It's not over yet. It's still burning. We're all burning. How far do you want to run away? Don't you want to worry about us anymore? If you run far enough away, you can cool off, right?"

"I don't!"

Listening to the little girl's questioning, Bai Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, and on impulse, he pulled out his arm fiercely.

Click!

The little girl's charred little hand was cut off immediately. She looked at her short hand with only a small length left, and was at a loss.

She didn't cry, she just sat there quietly.

Very well behaved.

Only then did Bai Zhou realize that he had made a big mistake. He asked tremblingly:

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything... I just can't hold you anymore..." the little girl said in frustration, her two broken little hands swaying slightly.

"I can't catch you anymore, so don't keep running away."

"sorry Sorry……"

Bai Zhou collapsed instantly and collapsed on the ground. He kowtowed to the little girl beside him like crazy, with tears streaming down his face.

"I won't run away, absolutely not..."

Heat rushed into his head.

It seemed that Bai Zhou would feel better only if he hit his head hard on the ground.

…

"Master, what are you doing?"

The apprentice opened the door, looked at Bai Zhou who had been kowtowing, and asked in surprise.

Bai Zhou knelt on the ground and struggled constantly.

The moment he heard his disciple's question, all the strength in Bai Zhou's body seemed to be drained away in an instant, and he froze in place.

Sweat mixed with tears dripped down.