I'm trapped in a cube

"You want to leave?"

"Yes, we want to go outside and have a look." The villain replied: "The Chali clan has been on this island for too long."

His tone was a little lonely.

Mo Ling was stunned and immediately understood what he was thinking.

Since Bai Zhou came to the island, the Chali clan's thoughts are no longer closed-minded. They also yearn for the world outside the island and want to know whether the things Bai Zhou told them are true.

However, they were trapped on the island and struggled with the fish for two thousand and two hundred years.

"This island is too small. We can only rely on our imagination for some things. I also want to see more beautiful scenery." The villain said longingly: "The white-capped snow-capped mountains, the large lake that can't be seen at a glance, and it's all sand. The desert…”

The more you know, the stronger your thirst for knowledge will be, and the same is true for the Chali clan.

"But how did you leave with the mist?" Mo Ling asked in confusion.

"We need someone who is not affected by the fog to take our entire clan away from the island. Although the fog will slowly follow us, as long as we run fast enough, the fog will always follow us and will never be able to catch up with us. "

After hearing the villain's explanation, Mo Ling understood instantly.

"The person who is not affected by the fog, isn't that me?"

It turned out that he still needed help.

"What should I do?" Mo Ling didn't mind helping. It was also a good thing to let the fog leave the island.

"Do you still remember the way to the Moon Altar?" the villain asked.

"Remember."

"Go to the Moon Altar first and gather our entire clan together."

…

Soon, Mo Ling returned to the Moon Altar according to the route in his memory.

At this time, the Moon Altar has become dim, just like when Mo Ling saw it for the first time, but even if it no longer shines, the Moon Altar at this time still looks extremely spectacular.

"This moon altar should stay forever." The villain said with some sigh.

"What about the Moon Altar before?"

Hearing Mo Ling's question, the villain pointed to the sky: "The school of fish will make them fly to the sky and hide, so that the new born fish people will continue to create the moon altar."

That's it, Mo Ling nodded.

"Put me on any ball of immortal wood."

"OK."

Mo Ling walked up to the moon altar and found the nearest fish eye. The villain also jumped on it and dug its roots into the immortal wood ball.

For a moment, Mo Ling seemed to see a transparent river flowing on the rune lines of the Moon Altar, constantly converging towards the villain's roots.

Just like when absorbing old food balls, a transparent jelly-like substance constantly flows into the villain's body along the roots.

However, this time it will take much longer.

Mo Ling waited for a long time before the villain slowly retracted the roots.

Not only that, after absorbing the food this time, the villain froze in place for a long time, extremely sluggish. Even when Mo Ling waved his hand in front of him a few times, he didn't react.

"Are you ok?"

After Mo Ling asked several times in succession, the villain came back to his senses as if suddenly awakened.

"It's okay, there are too many people here now, it's a bit noisy."

The villain scratched his head in confusion.

This answer also aroused Mo Ling's curiosity.

"What does this relic look like?"

The villain thought for a while and replied: "It's similar to the memory world of Master before, except that everything here is made of wood, and there are many spectacular palaces and attics, very big..."

Spectacular palaces and lofts?

"Did you make this?"

"Of course not, always."

After hearing the villain's answer, Mo Ling, although still very curious, did not continue to ask.

Maybe this relic has other functions.

"Are you going to put all the clan members in it?" By now, Mo Ling roughly understood what the villain was thinking.

"Yes, it's very big in here, bigger than the island. It can definitely be filled." The villain replied affirmatively.

Mo Ling also nodded: "What about the rest of your clan?"

"They usually gather at the beach. Go to the beach and have a look. I have a way to get them all to come over."

"good."

Mo Ling took the villain to the seaside not far away.

The little man jumped off Mo Ling's shoulders, walked to the beach, and let the waves hit him.

He was about to be submerged by the sea water, but the little man dug his roots into the ground beneath him, and his arms began to swing along with the waves, rising and falling.

He was like a dead branch buried on the beach, swaying in the waves.

After a few waves, the villain's movements became more and more regular. From a distance, it looked like he was dancing some kind of dance in the sea.

Sometimes submerged, sometimes emerging, the little man's dance continues in a cycle with the ups and downs of the waves, and the rhythms of the two gradually match until they are completely synchronized.

Not only that, but slowly, the little man's dance actually started to be ahead of the waves. For a moment, it was not clear whether it was the little man who predicted the rhythm of the waves or whether he controlled the ups and downs of the waves.

As soon as the villain raised his hand, the waves swept up and swallowed him up.

When the villain's hand falls, the waves slowly descend and return to the sea.

The sea is actually dancing with the little man's command!

The waves beat to the rhythm, and the dancing figures seemed to merge into the sea and become one of them.

Along with this rhythmic beating, countless foodies began to appear in the sea. Their transparent bodies were originally inconspicuous in the seawater, but because they gathered into one piece, the entire sea surface seemed to be coated with a thick layer of glue. .

These food items quickly gathered towards the villain and penetrated into the villain's body along the waves.

From a distance, it looked like another turbulent wave was coming, but it stopped abruptly as soon as it reached the villain's position.

As they eat more and more, they actually start to affect the rhythm of the waves, slowly replacing the waves, rolling up the coast wave after wave, and integrating into the body of the little man.

In an instant, the villain was like a nail driven into the beach, extremely conspicuous.

All the food that came close was sucked into him.

The dance of the little man became more and more unrestrained, and many fish appeared on the sea in the distance. They seemed to be attracted by the dance of the little man and swam over without looking back.

The wave of food waste also lasted for a long time, and the little man's dance never stopped until the last food waste penetrated into his body.

As the waves hit, the villain's roots suddenly loosened, and he rushed to the beach along with the waves.

He lay on the beach, staring blankly at the sky.

Seeing that the next wave was about to hit, Mo Ling quickly stepped forward and picked up the little man to prevent him from being swept into the sea again.

At this time, the villain seems to have returned to his true nature, lifeless.

As soon as Mo Ling took the little man into his hands, he felt heavy mist pressing on him.

It was obvious that he would not be affected by the fog, but the dense and almost solid fog still gave him a lot of pressure.

The little man in his hand turned his head stiffly and looked at Mo Ling. He was stunned for a long time before regaining consciousness.

Just as he returned to normal, a helpless sigh came out of the villain's mouth:

"very noisy."