I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 786 The Fire

On top of this lightless pyramid, Li Luo looked at her hands, recalling everything that had just happened. She looked at the statue at the entrance of the temple, carefully comparing it with the phantom she saw in the night vision goggles.

Except for the unclear head, the other parts look exactly the same. This should be the creature in the mural.

Li Luo reached out and touched the lifelike statue, and the cold texture made her shiver instantly.

She suddenly looked up and looked into the distance.

The pyramids stand in the darkness, like entrenched giant beasts.

"Keep going."

Without hesitation, she rushed downwards with the cube.

"As long as we keep going forward, we will reach the time when this pyramid was built. Since we can come into contact with those creatures, we will definitely find the builder of the pyramid."

By then, everything will be clear...

So, Li Luo started walking on the timeline again.

This time, she did not fall into that strange accelerated state, and she turned her head from time to time to check the block to see if it could keep up.

Mo Ling controlled the block tightly and followed behind, and also expanded his field of vision to the maximum. When passing by the pyramids, he also saw the murals before they were modified.

The messenger's appearance was indeed as Li Luo said, a ball of fire.

It was a ball of blazing flame, but it was also extremely concentrated, not allowing a single spark to leak out.

There are many winding lines inside the flame, like separated flame colors, or like the growth rings of a tree, layer upon layer, each layer has a different color and temperature, and the color becomes brighter as you go deeper, until it becomes a dazzling white.

These overlapping lines lock the most extreme high temperatures inside, and the creator of the mural uses these progressive layers of colors to express the brightness of the center.

Layer after layer, as if constantly falling into the vortex in the center, Mo Ling felt like he was staring at an eternal flame just by looking at the image on the mural.

In a trance, the twisted lines seemed to begin to shake, and the flames on the mural seemed to start burning.

The solidified sparks burned farther and farther, landing on the fleeing dark creatures, then burning off their hair, leaving them completely bald...

They wailed and stretched out their sharp claws, but were instantly melted by the high temperature. They fled in pain, but their tails were burned to ashes in the flames, until they were completely alienated. Their burned souls were burning with sparks, and they could no longer blend into the darkness. They were covered with burning ashes, and could no longer withstand the coldness of the eternal night.

From then on, they were no longer the gifted children of darkness, but the residue after burning, becoming ashes driven by flames.

Mo Ling felt a sense of suffocation and instantly broke away from the mural.

He suddenly felt that the flame seemed to be looking at him...

The layers of lines suddenly began to tremble, like a pupil that was focusing, suddenly seeing this place from a distance, and staring at Mo Ling who was gazing at the mural.

Mo Ling was startled, and suddenly thought of what Li Luo had just said:
"We use its image and record its existence, but it will discover it. It has found us. Although we are hiding very secretly, as long as the connection is still there, it will definitely catch up."

This is what the phantom told Li Luo. As long as the mural is still there, if he stares at the flame on the mural, he will be discovered by the flame.

Mo Ling immediately became nervous.

His body now had a physical fear of the fire.

It was an irresistible feeling of nausea, just like when humans see a dirty insect, they feel scared and disgusted, and can't help wanting to stay away from it.

Could it be that it has really discovered me?

Just by looking at the mural, it can find me?
Mo Ling looked at the flames on the mural again, motionless, as if everything he had just seen was an illusion, but as his gaze moved, those layers of patterns began to twist again.

The flames suddenly ignited, and the previous scene reappeared.

Burning, escaping, transforming, turning into ashes... the flame seemed to have really appeared in front of him, showing his great power to Mo Ling.

The second time he saw the wantonly burning flames, Mo Ling still felt fear and nausea, but there was another feeling -

A sense of awe.

It was like suddenly seeing something great, and a genuine awe arose in my heart, coming from nowhere.

Although his body was resisting, he was also extremely awed. An extremely contradictory feeling appeared in Mo Ling's heart.

"It seems like I saw a great cockroach..."

This feeling was hard to describe. Even Mo Ling himself couldn't quite understand it. His thoughts instantly became confused...

"While we were eating, a cockroach climbed onto the table, wiggled its antennae, and jumped onto the food we were about to eat."

"It landed right in the sauce on the edge of the plate. It was covered in oil and wrapped in the sauce, rolling around. The sauce was thrown onto the table by the cockroach's limbs, and there was a salty and fishy smell. One of the cockroach's legs was broken and floated with the oil star, still twitching slightly."

"The cockroach struggled to climb onto the shore, flapped its wings, and splashed the sauce everywhere. It began to lick its own feet, tasting the food that originally belonged to humans."

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"Then, it finally noticed the humans at the table, its tentacles moved slightly, and it looked over..."

"A great gaze suddenly turned towards us."

"Awe comes with nausea and disgust."

This thing that shouldn't be great gives people a great feeling.

If it was anything else it would be fine, but it was a disgusting cockroach.

The humans at the dining table could only freeze where they were. Mo Ling was doing the same thing now, stuck in those tangled and contradictory senses, unable to move forward.

"What on earth is this fire?"

Although Mo Ling no longer looked at the mural, the conflicting feelings still echoed in his heart, sometimes disgust, sometimes awe.

This also made him constantly imagine the shape of the flame:

"Layers of flame color."

"Distorted lines."

“The bright center.”

"..."

As he recalled it over and over again, the image of the flame was engraved more and more deeply in his mind. He stopped himself from imagining it more than once, but as soon as that strange feeling appeared, he could no longer control his thoughts.

Repeating it again and again, the flame had taken root in his mind.

When he realized something was wrong, Mo Ling could no longer control himself.

The less you think about it, the more you will think about it.

At this time, the image of the flame no longer only existed in the mural, but also existed in Mo Ling's heart...

Not only that, the ball of fire was still staring at Mo Ling.

That gaze is getting closer and closer...

(End of this chapter)