I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1176 Torch
"If you go on like this, you will disappear!" Mo Ling shouted anxiously.

“This is the ending I deserve.”

"If it disappears, there will be nothing left!"

"I had nothing left."

Mo Ling wanted to say something else, but he knew that no matter what he said now, Lu Qi would not listen. For a person who has completely fallen into despair, only coercive measures can be used.

He rushed forward and grabbed Router's hand directly.

"Come with me!"

He ignored Luqi's resistance and simply pulled him and ran in the darkness.

Lu Qi tried to break free, but found that Mo Ling had no intention of letting him go and his hands were as tight as handcuffs, so he gave up struggling.

Mo Ling's vision searched quickly in the darkness, trying to find a possible way out, but this place seemed to have no end. He could clearly hear the echo, but he could not touch the wall where the echo came from.

Mo Ling thought of the endless sky full of words. If this was also so big, they would definitely not be able to "run" out.

It still depends on the transmission of uniqueness, but how does he pass the uniqueness to the router?

Just as Mo Ling was thinking, he suddenly felt his hand loosen.

He was clearly holding on tightly, why did he let go?

Mo Ling quickly looked behind him, only to find that the "hand" that led him had completely disappeared in the darkness. The other parts also began to become blurry and looming, as if half of it was in the dark and the other half still retained its original color.

Mo Ling quickly reached out to grab Lu Qi's body, but his grasp was empty, as if he had grabbed a dense bubble. The bubble exploded in his hand, leaving only wet liquid...

"Lu Luqi! Lu Luqi!" Mo Ling called out to Lu Luqi's blurry body anxiously, but Lu Luqi looked as if he heard nothing. He just stood there calmly, with no reaction to the changes in his body.

Mo Ling tried to catch it several times but failed. He just watched the route become more and more blurred, and finally lost all its color.

After he could no longer see the route, Mo Ling's heart skipped a beat, as if something had fallen to the ground. He looked at the darkness in front of him and suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

He seemed to be able to feel that the router was still standing there, still existing in the darkness, with a rough outline, but it had no connection with this world anymore.

That "outline" has lost all emotions and all other flavors, leaving only endless bitterness, frozen in absolute calm without any fluctuations or ups and downs.

Mo Ling reached out to grab the outline, but was unable to change its current state. Something that was absolutely peaceful would not be disturbed by the outside world and could only "exist" like this, forever.

At this moment, it was extremely quiet. Mo Ling could hear his heartbeat slowing down for half a beat and his breathing stagnating. It was as if time had stopped at this moment and solidified along with the outline in front of him.

He wanted to call out Router Qi's name, but the voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

He didn't know if there was any point in calling out to that silhouette, and he didn't know whether it had disappeared from this world forever.

Even if he wanted to ask, there was no one to ask. It seemed that he was the only one who truly "had meaning" in this darkness. Loneliness began to spread from the soles of his feet upwards.

Not only that, Mo Ling also felt an inexplicable sense of rejection, as if it was going to squeeze him out of the darkness. The surrounding sea water squeezed the hole he created, trying to turn all the air into bubbles and push it to the surface of the sea.

"You can't leave here yet."

The route has not completely evaporated, his outline is still there, he can still be saved.

Mo Ling stretched out his hand again and reached into the darkness. When he failed to catch anything, he changed direction and continued to reach...

The darkness was excluding him, excluding him, the only one who did not belong here and could not be assimilated.

He also resisted this repulsive force and continued to grope in the darkness.

Even if he gave up on the route, he couldn't give up.

The world was destroyed, the route disappeared, and he was the only human being in their world. If even he gave up, there would be no hope at all.

Mo Ling still remembers the sweetness of toffee and the sweetness of cola. When the world was destroyed, he also suffered great pain, but as long as the sweetness was still there, he had a reason to persevere.

"I haven't finished my Coke yet."

"I haven't eaten the candy yet."

"At least wait until everything is done before giving up."

The fire stolen by Prometheus has not yet been extinguished. Even if there is only one human left, the flame will still burn on this person.

Mo Ling is not walking alone in the darkness at this moment. The moment he enters the abyss, he carries the hopes of countless human beings. Human beings want to go to that huge pit to find answers about the future.

The darkness was still squeezing the fire that could not exist in despair. Although the fire was extremely dim and was about to go out, it still emitted heat.

When the sea water cannot squeeze the air to the surface, it divides the air into smaller bubbles. Mo Ling also feels that he is being divided by a huge force. His body seems to be cut into pieces, and his soul is torn into tiny fragments.

Humanity's hope is being divided, the flames are being separated into tiny sparks, and the darkness of despair is using this method to drive out the things that do not belong here, so that absolute peace can be restored here.

But Mo Ling still endured it, silently reciting the sweetness in his memory, and forcing himself to remain here. His hand groped along the outline left by the route, looking for the combustible firewood.

Finally, when Mo Ling's consciousness was about to completely fall apart, he grabbed a handful of firewood that had been soaked by sea water.

But this didn't bother him.

"Just dry it..."

The fire on Mo Ling's body was still burning. It was given to him by the "fire thieves" when he crossed the Infinite Sea. These nameless fires came from every human being. They might come from a destroyed world, a world that had not yet encountered the abyss, the past, or the future.

The heat from the flames can dry out the firewood that has been wetted by seawater, turning all the despair into salt crystals. When the firewood becomes burnable again, the flames will cover it again, igniting sparks of their own on the firewood.

Mo Ling could no longer see anything. Although his vision was still functioning, his consciousness was already blurry. He could only hear the sound of dry wood crackling.

The firewood in my hand finally started burning again...

"Can the router come back again?"

"Whether I can come back or not, at least the fire is burning..."

Where will this fire burn?
Will it burn other worlds, or will it burn the entire abyss?

Mo Ling didn't know...

He only felt the flames burning up his arms, turning him into a dazzling torch...

(End of this chapter)