I'm trapped in a cube

The little girl appeared in the thick fog again.

Sometimes she stood on the left side, sometimes on the right side, sometimes stretching out her hand to stay, sometimes stretching out her hand to block, muttering words that Mo Ling couldn't understand.

Eternal life, eternal death, future, past...

She said that she was a member of Bai Zhou's tribe, who fell into reality from the world of memory a long time ago, and returned from death, turning into a blurry fog.

But she could only keep the appearance in Bai Zhou's memory.

Although he lives forever, Bai Zhou still knows subconsciously that they have died long ago, and they maintain this weird state like this.

In the mist, figures appeared one after another.

Old people, young people, women... they all wear familiar common clothes.

There was even a young child who was "taking classes" with Mo Ling. He stood beside Mo Ling, raised his head and timidly persuaded him.

But Mo Ling still didn't look back and continued to rush forward.

"You said you have been in the fog?" Mo Ling asked loudly.

"Yes." The little girl nodded and replied.

"Then what were you doing earlier? Can't you see what's going on on this island?"

Mo Ling's rhetorical question caused these figures to fall into silence.

The thick fog was silent for a long time, and then the little girl's voice came again:

"All this is caused by eternal life, and eternal life is the source of everything."

She directly bypassed Mo Ling's question and continued to persuade.

"When the Chali clan leaves the island and the method of immortality spreads, the tragedy will continue to spread..."

"This is just a small island, nothing compared to the spread of eternal life..."

At the same time, the flickering figures around him began to persuade:

"If the emperor hadn't wanted eternal life, we wouldn't have gone to sea to seek immortality, hoping to find that elusive hope."

"If it weren't for eternal life, this ordinary island wouldn't have attracted the covetousness of the fish-men, and there wouldn't have been the tragedy of the past two thousand and two hundred years."

"If it weren't for eternal life, this island wouldn't have been covered in fog for so long, and it wouldn't be entangled in decay and erosion."

"If it weren't for eternal life, Bai Zhou wouldn't have revenge. He would only die with hatred. There would be no memory world, no us, no wandering Shijiu, and no ignorant newborn fish-men. "

"All of this is brought about by eternal life. You can see everything that happened on this island, and you definitely don't want such a tragedy to happen again in other places."

These figures heartbrokenly expressed their hatred for eternal life:

"If it weren't for eternal life, I would have died a long time ago and I wouldn't have turned into this human being or a ghost. Do you think we want that?"

"The emperor wants eternal life, but I don't want it! Now that the emperor has died long ago, we are still like this. This is not immortality, this is a disease! A disease that can never be cured!"

"It will always be hazy, always in the middle between death and life, always a thick fog that makes it difficult to see ahead. When will I wake up from this dream of eternal life?"

Even innocent young children began to talk about their troubles.

"It's so boring, there's nothing, it's so boring..."

The little girl's voice also sounded at this time:

"Eternal life can do nothing but bring nothingness and tragedy..."

"Our eternal life is trapped between life and death. The eternal life of the Chali clan is to become wandering food. The eternal life of Bai Zhou is to fall into a cycle of retrospection. The eternal life of the fish school is to dream again and again for two hundred years. The eternal life is just curse."

"Are you going to spread the curse?"

The little girl's figure appeared directly in front of Mo Ling again. She raised her hand and pointed at the unresponsive root carving figure in Mo Ling's hand.

At this moment, she was like an extremely serious judge, judging Mo Ling's behavior.

The air froze instantly, and the howling wind seemed to stop for a moment.

The surrounding fog was a bit scary.

In the sky, under your feet, beside you... countless figures are looming.

Their appearance turned the thick fog into a quagmire, and invisible pressure pressed hard on Mo Ling.

Mo Ling stopped.

The bored toddler also came to his side and looked up at him.

But Mo Ling ignored it and looked around among the people around him.

Those figures also stared at him, with expressions of pain and struggle on their faces.

Mo Ling's eyes slid over the faces of these figures and asked calmly:

"Who was it that just said that you wanted to die?"

No one answered.

However, Mo Ling has found it.

The man was hiding on the lower right side of Mo Ling, his face full of anger, and it seemed that what he just said was indeed what he said from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Ling didn't talk nonsense to him.

Aiming at the teleportation frame, Mo Ling directly launched the teleportation. A thick black fog instantly appeared in the box, and then slowly dissipated.

And the figure who wanted to "die in peace" had long since disappeared without a trace.

Mo Ling has never acted so decisively.

Because he knew how terrifying his teleportation ability was, he was careful every time he activated it, trying to minimize the number of uses.

Every time, he would try his best to understand the situation before taking action.

But this time, Mo Ling couldn't help it.

"And who is it that just said that he was confused and had been dreaming?"

This time there was still no answer, but Mo Ling still found the location of the figure.

He was looking at Mo Ling blankly at this time, not knowing what was happening.

The teleportation was activated again, and the confused figure disappeared.

In the thick fog, a square hole instantly appeared, and was immediately filled completely.

"And what about the one who is terminally ill and incurable?"

Mo Ling still found him quickly.

"See if this can cure it."

A square hole appeared instantly, and the "terminally ill" figure disappeared without a trace.

"It's cured."

Mo Ling said calmly, and then continued to look at the figures.

"Do you also want treatment? Or do you feel hazy and want to wake up?"

Those figures didn't say anything anymore, they just looked at Mo Ling silently.

Their eyes were extremely complicated, showing both surprise and helplessness.

Facing those complicated looks, Mo Ling lowered his head and looked at the frozen root carving man, without saying anything...

for a long time.

Until Mo Ling's trembling voice broke the silence again:

"You are all Kunpeng in the sky. In your eyes, you can only see the South China Sea 90,000 miles away, and only the illusory eternal life..."

"But do you know? There are cicadas and turtle doves on the ground, and their target is the small tree in front of them, the dew on the leaves?"

Mo Ling couldn't help but squeeze the hand of the little root carving man a little tighter.

"They just want to go out and see..."

"They haven't seen the sun in two thousand two hundred years."

Mo Ling shook his head.

"Sorry, after all you have said, I still don't understand eternal life."