I'm trapped in a cube

They asked Bai Zhou insinuatingly who those humans were.

Bai Zhou told them that those were his tribesmen who had become immortals.

The stone with the word "immortal" engraved on the mountain is proof that they became immortals.

Once they become immortals, they will not die in the abyss, nor will they die from the invasion of fishmen. They can live forever.

The Chali people couldn't figure out the principle behind this, and these humans were extremely normal. They had no choice but to let these humans live in the village, and their number increased.

This is Baizhou's world, and the Chali tribe only regards this as a transit station, a place where they can regain consciousness and communicate with each other. They have no opinion on those humans.

However, Bai Zhou's condition became increasingly abnormal.

He often ran to the mountains and wanted to carve words on that huge boulder with nothing on it.

But everything in this world comes from his memory. There are no words on the boulders in his memory, and there are no words on the boulders in this world.

Therefore, Bai Zhou's attempt to engrave words was in vain.

Slowly, Bai Zhou no longer cared about the fish schools outside, and had no interest in the underground operations of the Chali clan. He only focused on attending classes and wandering around the village every day, or he came to this mountain to carve words on a whim.

In this way, it has continued for two thousand two hundred years.

After constantly looking back, Bai Zhou's memory and thoughts have become extremely confusing.

The records he himself made have become blurred under the erosion of time, and even he himself can't understand them.

He gradually came to believe that the things in this village were real, that everything in the outside world did not exist, and that the Chali clan had no choice but to watch him gradually become like this.

For humans with limited lifespans, eternal life can only bring confusion and confusion. Even if the Chali clan worries about Bai Zhou, there is nothing they can do.

They can only continue to implement Bai Zhou's will and fight against the fish.

The apprentice gradually replaced Bai Zhou, using his voice to do what he had been doing.

This world became their safe haven, and they pretended not to know anything, continued to take Bai Zhou's classes, and mingled with the humans.

Speaking of this, the apprentice was obviously a little frustrated.

"Why did the Chali tribe do this? To you, isn't Bai Zhou just an outsider?" Mo Ling asked in confusion.

Not only did they use the strength of the whole clan to help Bai Zhou perform, causing the entire clan to become a state of separation of body and soul, they also continued to practice Bai Zhou's will and continued to fight against the fish schools for two thousand two hundred years.

Is this really worth it for them?

"Master is not an outsider..."

"If it weren't for Master, the Chali tribe would still be living as ignorant a life as the fish-men tribe."

"Before Master came to the island, the most common thing we did on the island was to sit on the cliff by the sea and watch the fish in the sea."

“We would compete then, and the one who crossed the fish the most times each of us would win, year after year, day after day.”

"Until I saw Master at the beach..."

"Master has brought civilization to us. To avenge a person who brought civilization to the Chali tribe is not something difficult to understand, right? Repaying kindness is also the principle taught to us by Master."

He looked at Bai Zhou, who was still smashing the boulders, and said firmly.

"If we were humans, we would definitely do the same thing as us. If we encountered a disaster, Master would definitely take revenge on us, right?"

Listening to his disciple's rhetorical question, Mo Ling couldn't help but feel a little hesitation in his heart.

If it were a human being, would it really do the same thing?

Mo Ling lowered his head.

he does not know.

After weighing the pros and cons, would humans really choose to bear such a sacrifice?

In this matter, humans with more advanced civilization and more complex thoughts may not necessarily do better than the Chali tribe.

"I want to ask you to do us a favor." The apprentice said to Mo Ling.

"What's the deal?"

"Didn't you gain access to the fish school? Is there any way to carve a word on this stone, a fairy word?"

He looked at Bai Zhou, who was still struggling, and said distressedly: "I don't want to see Master like this anymore."

Hearing his words, Mo Ling was stunned.

"that is it?"

"Yes." He nodded weakly.

Mo Ling really wanted to agree, but he had no way to control the permissions. Before, he used the fish school system to control the permissions. Now that he doesn't have the armor, he doesn't even know where the permissions are.

However, Mo Ling had other ideas.

"I'll try." He said to his apprentice, and then walked to Bai Zhou's side.

At this time, the bright red blood had wetted Bai Zhou's hand, and the boulder was also covered with traces of blood.

Mo Ling looked at the position where the white boat hit and activated the teleportation.

Although he couldn't use the authority, Mo Ling's teleportation ability was still there.

This time, after Bai Zhou raised his hand, he found that a small square hole appeared on the boulder. He looked at the depression in surprise and continued to smash it.

Mo Ling also stared closely at the position where Bai Zhou hit. Every time he hit, Mo Ling teleported once, peeling off a small depression on the boulder. Although such depressions were all crooked, fortunately it had an effect.

The boulder has not healed like before, as if the depression has remained on it forever.

Slowly, Mo Ling followed the position where Bai Zhou struck and peeled off a prototype of the text.

That is the character "仙" in small seal script.

Bai Zhou worked hard on the last stroke, letting the sharp stones scrape scars on his palms, and blood spattered from his palms, but he didn't care.

He lay on the boulder and used his last bit of strength to extend the last stroke.

Mo Ling also carefully peeled off the boulder and helped Bai Zhou complete the last stroke bit by bit.

"Is it time to end it?"

Mo Ling looked at Bai Zhou who was collapsed on the ground, covered in blood, looking at the boulder dreamily, and he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

Why does this happen?

However, Bai Zhou did not stop. He suddenly stood up tremblingly, raised the stone, and hit the boulder again.

"Fairy!"

Mo Ling originally thought that there were still some unfinished carvings, but when he looked carefully, he found that Bai Zhou was randomly smashing the previous carving marks.

Following Bai Zhou's knock, the boulder suddenly trembled.

Then, under his rhythmic tapping, vibrations spread from the boulder to the ground and extended into the distance.

"Fairy!"

Bai Zhou's shouts also echoed along with the vibration.

Mo Ling seemed to hear countless people around him shouting the same words.

"Fairy! Fairy! Fairy!"

The whole world was shouting and roaring, shouting out the immortal in Bai Zhou's heart.

This is Bai Zhou's world, and it also reflects his heart.

There was a shaking, and everything Mo Ling saw fell apart in the violent vibrations, but none of the fixed things in the memory had the quality of being "damaged".

It's just that everything broke away from its original form and became independent objects, which were thrown into the sky amidst the vibrations.

"What the hell happened!"

Standing on the swaying ground, Mo Ling shouted to Bai Zhou in front of him.

Right now, only the master of this world can answer his question.

Hearing Mo Ling's call, Bai Zhou's hand holding up the stone paused, and the vibration stopped.

But soon, the hand holding the stone struck down again.

A drop of tear mixed with blood spilled to the ground...