I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 992 Decision
Li Luo and Wang Chuan stood in the dark space, and no one spoke.

Silence lasted for a long time.

"He took a little too long." Wang Chuan said suddenly.

"Did something unexpected happen?" Li Luo was a little worried.

"Maybe."

Li Luo thought for a while and said calmly, "I'm going to help him."

However, before she could take any action, Wang Chuan suddenly raised his hand.

"It's over." He said in a deep voice.

"What's over?"

"Everything is over, the backpack is destroyed..." There was a hint of relief in Wang Chuan's voice.

He seldom showed his emotions, but he actually let out a long sigh and his tense face gradually relaxed.

"He succeeded." Wang Chuan looked at Li Luo and said seriously.

Hearing Wang Chuan's words, Li Luo immediately looked around.

"Then why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Wait a little longer, it should be here soon..."

Before Wang Chuan finished speaking, a human-shaped group of noise dots suddenly appeared not far from the two of them. The noise dots flickered like fireflies swaying in the dark. Seeing the "square" on the head of the noise dot, Li Luo's clenched hands slowly loosened.

I'm back, I'm glad I'm back.

The noise gradually solidified into a solid entity, and Mo Ling's figure walked out of it. After seeing the two people waiting for him, Mo Ling was stunned at first, then walked over quickly.

Li Luo immediately went forward and looked at Mo Ling's body.

"Are you in any danger?" she asked anxiously.

"No." Mo Ling quickly shook his head and replied.

Li Luo was obviously still worried and wanted to go around behind Mo Ling to take a look, but at this moment, a white shadow suddenly emerged from Mo Ling's shoulder.

When he saw the white shadow, Li Luo was stunned.

"Where did the cat come from?"

……

There was indeed a cat on Mo Ling's shoulder. Li Luo rubbed his eyes, a little bit unable to believe what he saw.

"I took it out of the backpack." Mo Ling turned his head to look at the white cat and said calmly: "It is the backpack itself, a relic with self-awareness."

At this time, Wang Chuan also slowly approached, and he saw the white cat on Mo Ling from a distance.

He opened his mouth and finally asked the question in his mind.

"How did you do it? I clearly felt that the backpack had lost its connection with this world...but the backpack is still here. Did you convince it? Did you make it close the entire backpack?"

"No, that's not the case." Listening to Wang Chuan's guess, Mo Ling shook his head.

The story begins not long ago.

In the end, Mo Ling didn't want to have his hands stained with innocent blood.

Under this extreme pressure, his brain worked rapidly and he suddenly thought of a possibility: could he use teleportation to "cut off" the backpack's connection with reality instead of "destroying" it?

In this way, Xiaobai doesn't have to die, and those floating "people" don't have to die either.

Since Xiaobai said that he is the "paint bottle" in the river, if he takes the paint bottle away, will the river disperse the white paint on its own and automatically return to its original appearance?

But how could he take the bottle?
Although it is a metaphor, it is ultimately something that cannot be seen or touched.

Mo Ling looked at the white cat and suddenly thought of what Xiaobai had said before.

"Your consciousness is immortal?"

"Yes, as long as this space exists, my consciousness will always exist."

"What if consciousness is destroyed?"

“It will appear again.”

"Where did it appear?" Mo Ling continued to ask.

"It's in the cat's body, and then it spreads outward." "You said before that after your consciousness was revived, you hid... Where did you hide?"

"Anywhere is fine, as long as it's covered by white space."

"Leaving the cat's body and running to other places?" Mo Ling asked excitedly.

"Yes, what do you want to do?"

"Uh..." Mo Ling thought for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Can you show me a performance?"

Hearing Mo Ling's words, the white cat's clear eyes shook again, and a human-like expression appeared, as if it was "looking at a fool".

But soon, this contempt turned into nostalgia.

It seems that it is thinking of its owner again. Has its owner also made such a boring request?
The white cat's expression quickly returned to normal, and the ethereal voice sounded again, with a helpless tone.

"If you want to see it, I'll show you..."

It obviously didn't expect that Mo Ling would make such a request.

As he spoke, the white cat's body suddenly went limp and fell to the ground.

"That's it... Nothing special. Without conscious control, it will just turn into a corpse."

Mo Ling nodded, looking at the motionless white cat on the ground, he asked curiously: "Has your consciousness left?"

"Yeah." The ethereal voice replied perfunctorily.

"Then I can take action."

"What are you going to do?"

Before he could finish his words, the "corpse" of the white cat in front of him disappeared, leaving traces of cuts on the ground. It was obvious that some force had taken the white cat away directly.

"This...wait..."

The ethereal voice had no idea what Mo Ling had done and was completely stunned.

After a while, it suddenly shouted in surprise: "What did you do?"

Mo Ling did not answer it, but asked: "Can you still go back?"

"I can't go back, and... I'm completely disconnected from reality, as if I was completely cut off by something. How did you do it? Is this the ability of some relic?" Its tone was full of disbelief, and it didn't understand Mo Ling's approach at all.

"Of course it will be cut off. Now that the 'bottles' are gone, the 'river water' will definitely return to normal..." Mo Ling muttered in a low voice.

Hearing Mo Ling's muttering, the ethereal voice immediately realized something.

"You hid the 'bottle'?"

"Well, as long as this 'relic' of yours no longer exists, the influence you caused will of course disappear as well."

"But I am still here, right? This space and my consciousness still exist..."

"But those are not 'bottles'." Mo Ling interrupted it: "This space is the paint you poured out, your consciousness is wandering in the paint, and the cat is the real 'bottle'. Relics must have an 'object' to exist. A bunch of imaginary paint cannot affect the river water. It will eventually break into countless paint molecules and be washed away by the river water."

"The influence of the relic will also dissipate the moment it disappears. The same goes for your connection with the world. This was originally created by your ability. Now that you are gone, of course the connection will be disconnected."

After Mo Ling finished explaining, the voice fell silent for a moment. After a while, it asked again: "But why does this space still exist?"

"I just said that the paint will be washed away by the river water, but the paint molecules will not disappear. Since you have already created this space and spread the paint, this place will not disappear out of thin air."

"What disappeared was only the 'connection' that needed to be maintained by the relics."

The voice fell silent again.

It seemed to be lost in thought and did not ask any further questions.

After thinking for a while, it asked again:

"How did you guess that the space would not disappear, only the 'connection' would disappear? Do you know my ability so well?"

Hearing this question, Morin paused, and then blurted out two words:

"Guess."

"What did you say?"

"It's just a guess. It won't hurt to try it. If it succeeds, I can brag about it. How great."

(End of this chapter)