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Chapter 608: The World of Finger Insects

The old finger worm kept touching Mo Ling, trying its best to tell him about the beauty of the world, but Mo Ling felt that its strength was becoming weaker and weaker, and the language of touch was becoming more and more unclear.

In the end, Mo Ling could no longer understand what the old finger worm meant. He could only feel that the old finger worm was constantly stroking him, just like the beginning when the old finger worm pulled him out of the sea of ​​blood.

The jelly-like body finally collapsed limply.

"died."

"Corpse."

"It's so cold."

This was the first time that Mo Ling came into contact with the word "death", and he truly felt the meaning of this word.

In the language of finger bugs, if you want to express the word "death" to other finger bugs, you have to hit them hard on the head.

But now, even though no other finger bugs were touching him, he could feel a violent blow to his head.

“So, death is something that can be touched?”

Mo Ling rubbed his head against the dead old finger bug, and the pain in his head was slightly relieved.

"sad."

Still the same, as soft as jelly, but motionless...

The companion who was leading the way also slowly entangled with it. This companion had always been playing very crazy, but now, it became unusually quiet, leaning on the old finger worm's body, quietly feeling death.

Just like that, a long time passed...

……

"I want to go out."

After burying the old finger worm's body, Mo Ling said goodbye to his companions. He decided to touch the world personally according to the old finger worm's last wish.

"It's dangerous outside." The companions were very worried and kept admonishing Mo Ling.

But he had already made up his mind. Before the old finger worm died, it was still marveling at the beauty of the world, which meant that it must be worth it to walk out of this cave.

After saying goodbye to his companions, Mo Ling walked out of the cave without hesitation.

When the warm light shone on Mo Ling, he felt the beauty of this world for the first time.

The warm heat flowed through his body and into his heart, as if something was hugging him. He had only experienced this kind of hug from his companions, but he did not expect that he could feel such warmth just by walking outside the cave.

"Is this the sunshine? Invisible, warm, soft..."

Only then did Mo Ling realize that the old finger worm had not lied to him.

In the language of finger bugs, if you want to express the word "sunshine", you need to give the other person a deep hug. When two finger bugs are completely entangled with each other, it represents sunshine.

Morin immediately understood why the action of expressing sunshine was a warm hug.

Because the first finger bug that touched the sunlight felt the same warm embrace as he did now.

Mo Ling stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time. He felt something was unreal. For the first time, he truly felt those illusory words.

“It turns out that the soil embraced by the sun is warm.”

"Stones embraced by the sun are also warm."

"Will the sun make everything warmer?"

This is something his companions had not told him. Mo Ling also understood that these things can only be understood by experiencing them personally. A finger bug that has never felt the sun cannot truly understand it.

They also don't know that the sun warms other things as well.

“Only by truly touching this world can we truly understand it.”

At this moment, Mo Ling believed in the old finger worm's words without a doubt.

He walked slowly forward and touched the flowers and grass bathed in the sun.

Mo Ling discovered that every flower and grass was different.

Like finger insects, every flower and grass is special. Their petals and leaves have their own veins, and their tough roots have unique bending angles. Each one is different and each one is unique.

Just knowing the words "flowers" and "grass" is enough to completely fail to understand this beauty. The world has never been single. Even the "leaves" are big and small, long and short, and some even have sharp serrations.

Mo Ling was injured. He was cut by the sharp blades, but he was not afraid at all.

He touched upon the danger and proved that this was the real world.

The path Mo Ling walked formed a detailed map in his mind, which recorded everything he touched.

This is much larger than the cave, but it's only a small part of the world.

After touching more things, Mo Ling continued to walk into the distance...

When the familiar words became real touch, Mo Ling knew what the predecessors who created the words had experienced personally.

Bend the joints to form a slope that goes up first and then down, which represents a "mountain" because this is what a mountain looks like. You have to climb to a very high place and then climb down carefully from the highest point.

That action is completely unable to express the majesty of the "mountain". Only after experiencing the mountain personally can you truly feel what the mountain represents.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Ling also felt the "clouds" and "storm" personally.

Mo Ling had never been able to distinguish between these two words before, because they used the same movements, scraping with the edge of the body.

After experiencing it personally, Mo Ling realized that the strength of the two is completely different.

The "clouds" will gently caress the edge of the body, soft and moist, completely opposite to the feeling brought by the sun, making the body feel a little cold, but when the clouds pass, the sun falls again and the body will feel warmer.

The "storm" was a little scary. It would pull at his body madly, and the wet raindrops would hit him directly. It was chaotic and violent. He could only hold on to the ground tightly and wait for the storm to pass before everything would stop.

The sun sets again, and when the warmth embraces Mo Ling again, the coldness in his body is instantly dispelled, and the wet water gradually disappears, taking away the dirt on his body.

The real world is not a collection of illusory words. These things are completely combined together to become real feelings, engraved in Mo Ling's mind.

As Mo Ling walked, he came across a beach. The fine and warm sand gently caressed his body, making him feel extremely peaceful.

However, all this was shattered by the sudden waves.

"This is the sea!"

In the language of insects, standing up straight and suddenly pouncing on each other represents "sea", which is their most intuitive feeling about the sea.

Sudden waves and blows from the sky, when you encounter these things, it means you have encountered the sea.

"We can't go forward anymore. We need to change direction."

The sea is different from the storm. The sea will never stop and the beating will continue forever.

There was no other way, Mo Ling could only turn around and walk in another direction...

(End of this chapter)