I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1141 The Dance of Words

The strokes were doing random things and soon dispersed. The words in his mind also completely disappeared. Mo Ling wanted to think about the original structure of the words, but he couldn't remember it anymore...

"Don't move!"

Mo Ling let out a silent cry towards those strokes.

Something he didn't expect happened. It was as if the strokes had really heard his shout and stayed there for a while, but soon they laughed at him and ran away laughing, leaving Mo Ling standing there at a loss.

"Did they hear it?"

"I can't make any sound, can they hear me? Can they understand me?"

Even greater confusion arose in Mo Ling's heart.

Could it be that these words can be communicated?

Do they just look chaotic, but are they actually conscious individuals?
Thinking about this, Mo Ling once again shuttled through the copper green, chasing after the next condensed text.

The lines gradually solidified, and the stripes in the smoke began to interweave into strokes under some accidental opportunity. The strokes gradually became clearer and were frozen in this absolute chaos, becoming a moment of order. Words were also formed at this moment, and were shaped into regular shapes, but after this moment, this order would return to chaos again.

After countless attempts, Mo Ling had figured out the rules for the formation of these words. He caught the moment of order and once again shouted silently to the words that were about to be formed:

"Can you hear me!?"

As soon as he shouted it out, Mo Ling regretted it.

He suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his brain. He was actually asking questions about a single word. Was it because he was in such a state of confusion that he was already somewhat unconscious? Or was it because he had been in this book for too long and was a little panicked, so he was desperate to find a cure?

"What am I doing?"

Just as Mo Ling was about to start reflecting, the misty smoke reached the most coupled stage, and the regular patterns were completely formed at this moment. Mo Ling also seized this moment and saw the words that appeared by chance...

He knew this word.

"can."

This is the word "can".

Mo Ling recalled his previous question:

"Can you hear me?"

"can."

This text is responding to him!

They really are beings with some kind of consciousness, but this consciousness may only exist at the moment when the words appear, and can only respond to his questions in an instant, and can only break free from the shackles of chaos in a moment of order and interweaving, and become entangled with his consciousness!
Just like grabbing a life-saving straw, a feeling of joy burst out from Mo Ling's heart. He immediately looked into the distance and chased after another group of words that were converging.

"who are you?"

Before the structure of the text was fully revealed, Mo Ling asked again towards the rolling smoke.

After waiting for a moment, at the moment when the lines intersected, the text gave the answer again:
"entropy."

熵？
The words faded away, and the strokes in his memory began to pop up in Mo Ling's mind again:
The word "fire" turned into a little man, who jumped to the side. The two "little dots" next to the word "man" turned into the little man's two fists, and he performed a set of radio gymnastics towards Mo Ling. Although the movements were funny, they were very powerful, which made Mo Ling stunned.

The little man with the Chinese character "火" was punching, and the little man with the Chinese character "商" took off his hat and threw it on the ground, then sat down and watched lazily. The hat was directly pressed into a horizontal line, and "商" became "囧". When "火" finished a whole set of radio gymnastics, "囧" opened his mouth and started cheering. "火" wiped his nose with his fist, made a cool pose, showed off his strength for a few times, and then did a backflip and fell to the ground into pieces.

Seeing the "fire" making a fool of itself, "囧" couldn't help but burst out laughing. The small mouth inside its big mouth grew bigger and bigger, until it squeezed its two eyes so tightly that they couldn't be seen anymore. It also fell to the ground, turning into a horizontal line, and finally gradually faded away...

Mo Ling just watched this "comedy" abruptly.

When the play ended and the audience left, the "entropy" that was engraved in his memory also disappeared.

However, Mo Ling did not forget the answer that the text gave him. He still remembered the other party's identity, but he just didn't remember the word.

Some things don't need words to describe, and can't be specifically defined...

The words in the eyeball suddenly popped up in Mo Ling's mind:

“It cannot be described by an orderly name. Specific generalizations will limit its changes. I have thought of many names for it, but none of them are suitable. Later, I realized that since external definitions are not suitable for it, I simply don’t define it and let it exist in this nameless way.”

There is no name...

Since there are no characters at all, there is certainly no name.

But Mo Ling already knew of the other party's existence. That kind of consciousness existed in the text, but it could not be described by the text. After the text formed a concept in his mind, it disappeared, and he did not need to remember it.

As long as you recall the scene of "the fire man boxing and embarrassed laughing", the other party's identity will be obvious.

Chaos does not mean meaninglessness, it can also convey information like orderly text.

However, the eyeball sent them to this book in order to obtain knowledge that would bypass the abyss.

How can we acquire knowledge in such a chaotic place?
Mo Ling thought about it and decided that he should continue looking for those texts to ask.

He shuttled through the green smoke again, chasing the next interlaced pattern...

Mo Ling found it again. He looked at the text and asked his own question:

"How can I bypass the screening of Yuan Kong?"

When asking this question, Mo Ling was very skeptical. Could these words really give him the answer he wanted? Even if they could, he didn't know how long he would have to ask them word by word.

In the moment when the smoke intertwined, the answer appeared again, still a lonely word:
"Change."

Change?
Did it mean disguise? To deceive Yuan Kong by disguise?

I think I mentioned a similar method before, but the difficulty lies in implementation. How to change it? What to change it into? These are all unresolved problems...

The interlaced words were once again engraved in Mo Ling's mind, and soon began to dance again:

On the wooden bench formed into the shape of the word "又", there was a beautiful butterfly.

"Yi" flapped its wings and prepared to fly. The antennae on its head swung and turned to another direction, feeling the airflow. Its two small wings flapped a few times. Finally, it mustered up the courage and, with a strong effort, rushed into the air.

Originally a small butterfly, after coming into the air, it became bigger and bigger. It flapped its wings and began its own "transformation".

(End of this chapter)