I'm trapped in a cube

"very noisy."

Mo Ling didn't know how the villain felt, and he had never experienced the feeling of an entire race sharing the same body, but he could still feel his helplessness from the villain's words.

At this time, the villain's movements are often intermittent, as if he is often interrupted by others.

Not long after, the villain fell into a daze again several times, each time freezing for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Mo Ling asked concerned.

After hearing Mo Ling's words, the villain was about to answer, but suddenly stopped. After a while, he started to answer Mo Ling's question.

"They were too noisy and kept asking me questions." The villain was helpless.

After hearing this, Mo Ling roughly understood the villain's current situation.

Those who regained consciousness must immediately ask their companions what happened.

The villain is the first companion that each clan member meets after waking up.

Therefore, he must take the trouble to answer every clan member's questions.

Moreover, the questions asked by each tribe member must be similar, and the villain has to explain the ins and outs to them. It is no wonder that he will fall into a state of freeze from time to time.

After guessing all this, Mo Ling did not continue to ask questions and let the villain deal with the current matter first.

After some time, the little guy returned to normal again.

"I asked them to ask others, it's so annoying." The villain scratched his head and said helplessly.

"The next step is the last step. I have to find you a faster boat so that you can escape the pursuit of the fog."

The villain looked thoughtful, as if he was thinking about how to get a boat for Mo Ling.

"No need." Mo Ling interrupted the villain's thinking.

So, under the villain's doubtful gaze, Mo Ling slowly floated up.

"Just fly out, no need for a boat."

Seeing this, the villain's eyes slowly changed from doubt to shock.

"Can the cube tribe still fly?"

Mo Ling had never demonstrated the ability to fly before, and of course he didn't know it.

"This will be much faster. The fog will definitely not be able to catch up." The villain said excitedly: "You take me outside the range of the fog, and we will have our own ideas for what happens next."

"Okay." Mo Ling agreed, and then flew towards the outside of the island.

As soon as he started flying, Mo Ling felt that the fog around him became thicker.

The mist seemed to be aware of the villain's escape plan and wrapped around him.

Although Mo Ling was not affected by the fog, the changes in the surrounding environment would still affect him. Not long after flying out of the coast, Mo Ling felt that the surrounding area suddenly became dark, which was a bit scary.

"Can you still see clearly?" the villain asked worriedly.

"fine."

Mo Ling didn't need to see clearly. As long as he kept his head down and kept flying in one direction, he would definitely be able to fly out.

…

The fog continued to retreat, and the whistling wind came from around him. Mo Ling didn't know how long he had been flying, but the fog was too thick, and he did not dare to fly too fast.

The villain stayed in Mo Ling's hands and didn't speak for a long time. He seemed to be in a bad state.

Mo Ling didn't know what else the mist could do, but he knew that the mist would not affect him.

However, things were not as simple as he thought.

As he was flying, the whistling wind around him suddenly became suppressed, and a whimpering sound without any reason began to surround Mo Ling.

Mo Ling thought it was also the sound of wind at first, but the sound became more and more strange.

"It seemed like someone was crying."

Once this idea arises, it becomes out of control.

Faint whimpering sounds began to surround the mist, as if countless people were crying around them.

Mo Ling's heart immediately sank.

"Can this mist affect me?"

This strange scene reminded Mo Ling of the situation Bai Zhou encountered when he first tried to leave the island.

This time, it was not Bai Zhou who led the Chali tribe away from the island, but himself. Could this mist affect him?

Mo Ling once again doubted the principle of fog.

The crying around him became more and more obvious. Mo Ling ignored it and continued flying forward.

Until a sob sounded in front of Mo Ling.

At the same time, Mo Ling seemed to feel someone blowing a breath in front of him.

At this time, he could no longer keep calm and stopped in fear.

My heart was pounding, and in the endless mist, the sound of my heartbeat was unusually obvious.

Although he stopped, Mo Ling still cheered up and found his direction.

I stretched out my hand and grabbed it in front of me. It was empty. Sure enough, there was nothing.

After calming down for a while, Mo Ling flew forward again.

The strange sobbing sound sounded again, but Mo Ling, who had already been frightened once, was not affected again and rushed forward without paying attention to the sound at all.

There was another feeling of someone blowing air in front of him, and Mo Ling ignored it.

He knew that it was not difficult for the fog to create such a phenomenon.

The movement of the air can make strange sounds, and it is very simple for the fog to cause some local airflow abnormalities. These physical phenomena have no effect at all except delaying Mo Ling a little.

Sure enough, after this kind of vision repeated several times, it never happened again.

Probably because Wu Qi knew that such a method could not affect Mo Ling, he didn't try again.

"What else can you do?"

Mo Ling sped up, letting the wind howl around him.

The thick mist was forcibly dispersed by him.

Any whimpering or crying sounds were treated as if they didn't exist.

After putting all this behind him, Mo Ling instantly felt that his progress was extremely smooth.

Although the road ahead seemed endless, Mo Ling knew that as long as he kept facing one direction, he would definitely be able to see the sun.

The thick fog was ruthlessly pushed away by Mo Ling and thrown back.

But at this time, something unexpected happened again.

"They can't leave, stay."

A faint voice of prayer came from the mist.

In the mist ahead, a little girl appeared, the one who had been following Bai Zhou.

Without even looking, Mo Ling rushed over and dispersed the fog.

However, the little girl appeared in front again.

"Can't leave..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was rushed away by Mo Ling again.

"Why can't you leave?" Mo Ling shouted into the mist.

The little girl appeared again, this time she hid far away, keeping her distance from Mo Ling.

"They will release eternal life, and then the entire abyss will be filled with eternal life. When eternal life becomes a matter of course, eternal death will come, and everything will fall into peace, eternal peace."

The little girl's voice was erratic and came from all directions.

"Can you really make up a reason?"

Mo Ling was a little surprised. Does the mist really have self-awareness?

Is this little girl not a virtual image?

Although he was confused, Mo Ling still didn't stop and bumped towards the little girl again without looking back.

"I do not understand!"

"I don't understand eternal life!"