I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 610: The Limitations of the Finger Bug

Standing blankly in the sea of ​​sand, Mo Ling felt unprecedented terror.

The stiff body no longer dared to move forward.

The sea of ​​sand was very cold. In the past, there was always a flame in Mo Ling's heart that supported him, but now the flame in his heart seemed to be extinguished, leaving him without even the courage to bend his body slightly.

"Or, let's just leave it like this..."

That’s enough. He has touched enough of the world and seen enough beauty. He is already much better than those muddle-headed companions. He is just a weak finger insect and there is no need to force himself.

However, when Mo Ling thought about hiding back in the cave, he felt unwilling.

If he had stayed in the cave from the beginning, he would not have been so unwilling.

Now, he has seen the vastness of the world and personally touched so many wonderful things. He would not be willing to go back now.

Mo Ling immediately understood the old finger worm's helplessness.

"This refers to the limit of what the insect can touch..."

The cold evening breeze blew across Mo Ling's body, and some fine sand also hit Mo Ling's body, hitting him and causing him pain.

Mo Ling touched himself and found that he had become much rougher without realizing it.

While he was touching the world, the world was also changing him, causing hard and rough calluses to grow on his body, and the original lines were rubbed into obscurity.

Feeling the changes in himself, Mo Ling was actually a little dazed.

"Me, still me?"

“Touch can’t change the world, but it can change myself?”

The fine sand blew across the rough joints, and Mo Ling vaguely thought of his companions in the cave. He had been walking for so long, if he went back now, they probably wouldn't recognize him, right?
This was the longest time Mo Ling had spent thinking since he started traveling.

He thought of the beauty of the world from the disaster, of the future of the finger insect tribe from the confused group, of the endless desert from the sea, and of the rough cocoon from the soft jelly.

Until the sun shone again, shining on his already cold body.

Mo Ling moved. He bent his body and crawled forward again.

As the warm heat melted into his whole body, the beauty of the world once again defeated the fear in his heart.

There are some yearnings that even death cannot stop.

Mo Ling kept crawling forward, climbing over the surging sand dunes, jumping over the sinking quicksand, and finally crawling out of the sea of ​​sand.

When his fingertips touched the wet soil again, he knew that he had walked out of the desert.

“There are a lot of trees here.”

Mo Ling gently touched the cylindrical object in front of him. He walked around for a long time before finally circling the trunk of the tree. The thick trunk and thick bark indicated that this was a very old tree.

Mo Ling bent his body and climbed up the tree.

However, before he touched the soft leaves, he felt his body being picked up by a hard object, separated from the tree trunk and flying into the sky.

"What is this? Is this also a disaster?"

Before Mo Ling could react, the thing threw him into a circular area surrounded by branches.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ling felt that his body was constantly being attacked by some sharp objects. Those sharp objects seemed to want to cut open his body and gnaw at his flesh and blood.

However, these sharp objects were also competing with each other, and Mo Ling could only roll around to avoid the attacks.

But his resistance seemed to be of no avail, as the hard object clamped him again and threw him among those sharp objects.

Mo Ling felt like his body was about to be cut open. He curled himself up into a ball. If it weren't for the rough cocoons that could protect him, he would have become a bloody mess.

At the critical moment, that strange feeling appeared in Mo Ling's heart again.

He touched the sharp objects that were attacking him and remembered them in his mind. Then, a small cube-shaped hole appeared with him as the center, directly cutting through the branches under him and all the sharp objects around him.

Mo Ling felt some warm liquid splashing on himself, as well as the vibrations of sharp objects falling on the branches. The circular area wrapped by the branches seemed to be unable to support itself and was slowly falling apart.

Not long after, the branches beneath him began to disperse, and Mo Ling fell from the circular area.

He thought he could escape, but was caught by the hard object again.

And this time, the hard thing seemed to use a lot of force, as if it was very angry.

Mo Ling then realized that this might be some other creature that was hunting him!
But no matter how hard Mo Ling struggled, he could not escape the creature's control.

The creature clamped him and stopped on a branch. Then, Mo Ling felt another huge force acting on the roots of his body.

"It's trying to rip me off!"

Mo Ling felt an alarm bell ringing in his heart and wanted to use his ability again, but the pain made him feel faint.

In a trance, Mo Ling suddenly found that he could no longer feel the lower half of his body.

"Am I being ripped off?"

No more sharp pain, replaced by constant numbness.

"It was torn apart before I even touched its outline?"

Mo Ling once again felt the weakness of the finger worm. He wanted to use the ability that saved him twice, but the creature continued to torture him, making his consciousness become more and more blurred and he could no longer concentrate.

Just when Mo Ling was in despair, the creature's attack suddenly stopped, and then the creature fell on the branch. Mo Ling only felt a vibration, and then reached in the direction of the vibration, only to touch some warm liquid.

"Did it fall? Who did it?"

Mo Ling's body had become increasingly weaker. Half of his body had been torn off, and he wouldn't live long. He could only force himself to hold on, wanting to touch more things.

But now, he doesn't even know who hurt him.

Weakness has accompanied the finger worm throughout its life. Mo Ling has done his best, experiencing two disasters and facing death twice.

At this moment of near death, Mo Ling did not feel any regret at all. It was his own choice to walk out of the cave, and it was also his choice to take the risk.

All the things he had touched before appeared in his mind one by one.

"If I had never left the cave, I wouldn't have felt them, right?" At this moment, Mo Ling had the same feeling as the old finger worm before it died.

Being near death seemed to make his body more sensitive, and those familiar touches kept appearing like hallucinations.

"Hard, soft, rough, smooth, visible, invisible..."

“So beautiful… So beautiful.”

He clearly didn't touch any of this, but he felt it all again.

The sunlight passed through the treetops and shone on the dying body.

For weak lives, the world is full of dangers and disasters, and they will never know which will come first, death or sunshine.

I can only clumsily stretch out my fingers and touch the foggy future...

(End of this chapter)