I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1279 Suddenly Growing Old
The old lady recounted the past as if she had returned to that day.

Her hands trembled slightly, as if the childhood fear had remained in her heart until her grandson grasped her hand, pulling her out of her reverie.

Do you know who that woman is?

“It should be my friend’s mother,” Mo Ling replied in a deep voice.

"Does she have a mental illness?"

"Ah."

"I guess so... After all, there were a lot of crazy people in that era. Some of the people I know went crazy too. They didn't do anything wrong, they were just unlucky." The old lady sighed, "Well, it's good to be crazy, then you won't be sad."

"That incident must have left a deep scar on you, right?"

"No, I was quite scared at the time, but later I felt a little guilty. Maybe she just wanted to find someone to talk to. Her world couldn't be understood by others. Everyone around her only treated her as a patient, so she wanted to escape from there as if her life depended on it. But when she was escaping, she thought of her daughter... Her daughter held her back, and her escape became 'letting her daughter leave,' which is why she said those strange things to me."

Mo Ling was taken aback by the old woman's words.

"You're overthinking it. There's no need to feel guilty. She's just having a relapse and imagining things that don't exist."

"is it?"

"Ah."

"I can rest assured that……"

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the cube in her hand into Mo Ling's hand.

“I’ve been wanting to return this to them for a while. I think it’s quite well-made and probably worth a lot of money, but I haven’t had the chance. Since you know them, I’ll return it to you first.”

Mo Ling wanted to refuse, but the old lady had already pushed his hand in front of her.

"This puts one of my worries to rest."

Seeing this, Mo Ling accepted it.

This cube isn't anything valuable; keeping it with him is a way to remember it...

"By the way, where did they move to? Did they leave such a big estate here? Did something happen to them?"

"They moved to a very far place. Their family is quite wealthy, so the old house is just left there. It's not because of any major changes, they just changed their workplace."

"Oh." The old lady nodded gently. "It's good that I met you. My doubts of so many years have finally been resolved."

She patted the chubby boy's head.

"Say thank you to Grandpa."

Grandpa… Hearing this title, Mo Ling was a little unable to accept it for a moment.

But considering our current generational hierarchy, it seems that calling him "Grandpa" is indeed the most appropriate thing to do.

The chubby boy was also a little unhappy: "Grandma, he's clearly not that old. He's younger than my dad."

The old lady glanced at Mo Ling's bracelet without making a sound, and then sized up the person in front of her.

As an elderly woman who had lived through almost the entire Abyss Era, she was very experienced and insightful.

Those who emerge from the abyss can no longer be regarded as purely human beings, nor can their ages be distinguished in a normal way.

He looks like a young person, but he may actually be older than her.

The person before me is even more so. He speaks through a bracelet, so we can't distinguish him by his voice. We can't see his face either, so we can't tell him by his appearance. He is clearly someone who has been deeply influenced by the relics and is obviously not someone who should exist in this era.

She was more like a hunter from her era who frantically embraced the power of the abyss.

"Good boy, say thank you to Grandpa." The old lady patted the little fat boy's head again.

Although the chubby boy was still unwilling, he respectfully said to Mo Ling, "Thank you, Grandpa," because of his grandmother's repeated emphasis. Mo Ling nodded, pretending to be composed.

I actually wanted to laugh.

If he still had any dignity, he would have been grinning from ear to ear long ago.

“We’re leaving now. We still need to go back and teach this kid a lesson. He always gets into trouble when his parents aren’t around. The teacher has called him several times… Say goodbye to Grandpa.”

"Goodbye, Grandpa," the chubby boy muttered softly.

"Seriously!"

Goodbye, Grandpa!

The grandfather and grandson bid farewell to Mo Ling amidst their bickering.

Outside the manor, only Mo Ling, the "lonely old woman," remained.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. People from his generation were now grandparents, or even great-grandparents.

He missed this century, and he also missed the life that a normal person should experience.

"Perhaps I really should do as Martin said, calm down and take a good look at this world..."

This is no longer the abyss. He no longer needs to be constantly on edge, no longer needs to be perpetually lost in the mystery of the abyss, no longer needs to worry about what will happen next, and no longer needs to fear sudden danger.

He only needs to walk slowly forward and appreciate the scenery of this world with his own eyes.

Lost in thought, Mo Ling wandered aimlessly toward the end of the street...

He arrived at a square where many elderly people had gathered. Instead of doing square dancing, they were playing board games in a circle.

Mo Ling noticed that elderly people in this era really enjoy walking. The old lady from earlier was one of them, as were the elderly people strolling in the square now. They don't like taking those fancy modes of transportation; they prefer to walk around on their own two feet.

Mo Ling was initially puzzled as to why only elderly people liked to walk.
When he arrived at the square, he was so curious that he asked an old man who was taking a walk.

The old man's answer to him was: "Exercise? You can only exercise by walking."

Mo Ling was taken aback. He suddenly realized that this seemed to be a concept that only existed in his era.

You can't sit for long periods of time; you can't sit still after eating; you can't stay in one position for too long; you must walk enough steps every day.

Although it's not very useful, there seems to be a kind of obsession with it, as if walking a few steps every day will definitely make me healthy.

Even though walking doesn't consume much energy or build much muscle, and there are various other forms of exercise available today that can replace walking, and are more efficient and scientific, the idea that walking can provide exercise is firmly ingrained in the minds of people from that era.

This is the mark of time.

The same goes for the elderly people playing board games.

People always think that when they get old, they won't be conservative and won't stubbornly cling to the past as treasures, but in reality, no one can escape their own beautiful memories.

This era offers more fun VR games and a wider variety of entertainment options, but these elderly people are still squinting their presbyopia to look at the card effects.

I just finished looking at the effects, put down the cards, forgot about them, and then picked them up again to look at them...

Halfway through the game, he forgot what cards he had left in his deck. In his anxiety, he made some ugly moves. His opponent laughed at him and started throwing cards randomly as well. In the end, the two, who were both brilliant and cunning, looked at each other in bewilderment at the incomprehensible game.

After a moment of silence, they all started accusing each other of talking nonsense, and the card battle turned into a personal attack...

Mo Ling had seen a similar scene with the old men playing chess by the roadside before.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

(End of this chapter)