I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1145 Flying Across the Night Sky
The light went out.

In this abyss of eternal night, the sun has lost its original function.

The "virus" passed through the protection of the "cell" and entered the nutrient-filled interior. Several butterflies flapped their wings and fell from the dark sky.

Several spectral creatures in the eternal night raised their heads and looked at the sky, as if they had discovered something special there, but the disordered entropy worms could never be seen. These spectral creatures only looked for a while, then lowered their heads again and went about their own business.

Butterflies flew over them and went further away.

Something seems to be surging in this thick darkness. Even in the lightless areas, there is still life that survives tenaciously and even creates a prosperous civilization. This is a race that belongs completely to the darkness, and it is also the answer that life gives to the drastic changes in the environment of the abyss.

The world of cancer is still a world, and life will cling to it and try its best to survive.

The lives in the eternal night felt the fluctuations in the sky, which was a sign given to them by the darkness. The wind from the flapping of the butterflies blew on their messy hair. They stretched out their claws, trying to catch the disordered shadows, but the ripples passed through their bodies and spread over the wasteland.

The chaos caused by a few butterflies did not cause anything to happen here, but the night became more intense, as thick as ink. The flight path of the butterflies spread out a thick ink mark, writing a line of text that no one could understand in the eternal night.

Even the butterfly itself can't understand these words.

Words will dance in their minds and then be torn apart.

The butterflies flew over the dark races and flew farther away. Their destination was not here, but the deepest part of the eternal night, the crack leading to death.

As long as they die in that area, they can reach the other side.

Although the wings of butterflies do not flap very fast, their flying speed exceeds all human means of transportation. "Order" will fill the space like air, forming a pressure like air pressure. The butterfly itself is disordered, so it can use this pressure to propel itself forward rapidly and shuttle along the disordered channels.

Soon, they arrived at the edge of the underworld.

As long as they cross the bridge, they can reach the sixth level of the abyss.

Give up life and move towards death.

But the disordered butterflies will not die. Their death and life have long been confused, and they cannot truly die. Therefore, these viruses must first remove their disguise and restore their original appearance...

Mo Ling was still staring at the butterfly that took off from the words and danced gracefully. He didn't know whether he had turned into the butterfly or was just watching from a distance. Although the butterfly flew farther and farther and higher, he was always below the butterfly, as if he was entangled by the disordered silk thread and was being dragged forward.

At this moment, the butterfly seemed to be about to land. It was spinning in the air, looking for a place to land.

"Not flying anymore? Why not?"

Mo Ling was still a little dazed and a little reluctant.

The fluttering posture of the butterfly was so beautiful that just looking at it made him feel relaxed and forget all his worries. The frequency of its flapping wings could completely empty his brain, and all logical worries would be eliminated, leaving only empty disorder. He didn't need to think about anything and just needed to watch quietly.

It was like being in a deep daze.

Mo Ling hasn't been so relaxed for a long time. Before the disaster, he still had free time to daydream, perhaps looking at the neon lights outside the window, or perhaps looking at the silent deep space. There will always be a period of time when he loses his perception of "disturbance" and becomes an absolutely free soul.

But the arrival of disaster changed everything. No matter how relaxed you are, there is always a huge stone pressing down on you deep in your heart, and your absolutely free soul can no longer fly.

People always say not to be so bitter and to be more open-minded, but once something really happens, those unforgettable things will continue to cause pain in the body.

During the time when he was flying with the butterfly, the logic in Mo Ling's mind was scattered, and he, like the butterfly, fell into disorder, which made those things lose their logical support and disappear in his memory. He also gained a brief peace. Being entangled by the invisible silk thread was not a suffocating thing. Mo Ling felt like he was wrapped in a quilt. Everything around him made him feel extremely at ease. The sense of crisis brought by the abyss was quietly soothed, and replaced by a long tranquility.

This is why Mo Ling felt reluctant.

It was so comfortable, so comfortable that he wanted to turn into that butterfly forever.

But now, he has come out of that state.

The butterfly is about to land, and his logic is returning. Disorder will become order again. He cannot fly in disorder forever like those entropy insects. He has more important things to do.

It's time to break out of the "chrysalis" and become what you should be...

The silk thread wrapped around his body slowly fell off, and his connection with the butterfly also gradually broke away. After circling around him for a long time, the butterfly finally found a place to land.

That's where it originally existed.

"亦" folded its wings and landed on "又".

They formed the word "change" and reappeared in Mo Ling's mind.

After the disordered state is resolved, the ordered text returns to where it should be.

When the word "change" appeared, Mo Ling could see clearly that the word that the butterfly had painted in the eternal night was "change".

He didn't understand it before, but now that he had this word in his mind, he understood it...

The word "change" appeared in his mind and froze his body, making him no longer as confused as before.

The copper-green smoke seemed to be frozen in time, and then suddenly rolled up and was sucked into the word "change". The speed of the smoke increased and turned into a gust of wind.

Mo Ling only felt that the surging air flow swept over his body, and the wind blew across the surface of his skin, forming the shape of a "person".

He felt clearly where "himself" was, every inch of skin, every hair on his skin, and every part of his body.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, so he had to lower his center of gravity and cover his face with his hands.

The wind howled past, and it was unknown how long it had been blowing before it finally stopped. The word "change" was still hanging in Mo Ling's mind, but it was no different from normal words...

Mo Ling stood up straight and looked at himself again, only to find that he had turned back into a human without knowing when. Nothing on his body was lost and he was completely unharmed.

"It's back?"

It starts with the word "change" and ends with the word "change". It's like watching a performance, a performance of words...

"Have I changed?"

Mo Ling was also confused. He looked at his hands. The way his five fingers were spread out really looked like a butterfly with its wings spread out...

(End of this chapter)