I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 476: Cycle of Fear
Faced with his deskmate's nonsense, Mo Ling said nothing, but just lowered his head and looked at his belly.

"What are you looking at?" asked my deskmate puzzledly.

Mo Ling stretched out her hand and pointed at her deskmate's belly.

"It's sprouting. The watermelon seeds are sprouting in your stomach."

Hearing this, my deskmate sighed.

"Mo Ling, I know you feel bad, but society is like this. It's hard for people to accept. Sometimes it's those gray rules that support the operation of human society. You have to get used to it...hiccup!"

Halfway through his conversation, his deskmate suddenly burped. He quickly picked up the water cup and gulped it down.

"Watering them will only make them grow faster, so don't drink it." Mo Ling said seriously.

But his desk mate ignored him and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He gulped down his cup of water, then looked straight at Mo Ling's cup: "Give me a sip, Mo Ling, I'm so thirsty."

Before Mo Ling could agree, his deskmate reached out and took Mo Ling's water cup.

"Those roots have pierced your stomach wall, so you feel thirsty. Don't drink it, the watermelon vines have grown into your throat."

As soon as he finished speaking, his deskmate coughed violently and a leaf came out of his mouth.

After seeing the leaf, my deskmate’s eyes widened instantly.

"That's impossible. How can a watermelon seed sprout in the stomach? Isn't this just a trick for children?"

"You watered it too much, of course it would sprout. I saw it." Mo Ling came up to his desk mate and pointed at his belly.

"How did you see it?"

"I can just see it. It's grown into your mouth now."

As soon as Mo Ling spoke, his deskmate began to dry heave, and a watermelon vine twisted out of his mouth and continued to grow.

My deskmate panicked and grabbed the watermelon vine, trying to pull the watermelon seedling out of his mouth.

"Don't grab it, your internal organs will be pulled out..."

However, the classmate did not listen to Mo Ling's reminder, but frantically pulled the watermelon vine with its mouth sticking out.

The longer it stretches, the longer it stretches...

vomit!
The roots of the watermelon entangled with the pink flesh sac and squeezed out of the classmate's mouth.

"This is your stomach, stop pulling it."

Mo Ling continued to remind her, but her deskmate simply didn't listen and the speed of pulling became faster and faster.

Soon, long strips of wrinkled flesh were pulled out along the watermelon vine.

"Put it back in quickly, and everything will be fine."

"Hmmmm!" This time, the deskmate finally listened to Mo Ling's advice and stuffed the watermelon vine that had been pulled out of his mouth back into his mouth. He also swallowed the flesh and blood with force.

But the green watermelon vine had already spread throughout my deskmate's body.

His eyes were already filled with green threads, and leaves were sprouting from his ears.

My deskmate's breathing became more and more rapid. The watermelon vine had completely occupied his lungs, crawled all over his trachea, and emerged from his nasal cavity.

"Mo Ling, save me!"

"it is good."

Mo Ling glanced at him, grabbed the air with his hand, and the growth of the watermelon vine stopped.

"Here it is." Mo Ling spread out his hands. A watermelon seed was placed in his palm, covered with sticky liquid.

"You, how did you do that?" The classmate looked at the watermelon seeds in Mo Ling's hand in shock.

"That's right, just take it out." Mo Ling made a grabbing gesture and said lightly.

Just as my deskmate was about to continue asking questions, he started coughing violently. After a while, he spat out the completely withered watermelon vine from his mouth. He also lost all his strength and leaned against the wall.

"You can drink water now. Your body has been drained by the watermelon vines."

The classmate no longer dared to distrust Mo Ling. He picked up the water cup beside him and gulped down the water. He didn't catch his breath until he had finished Mo Ling's cup.

His eyes widened, still frightened.

"Mo Ling, why didn't I die even though my intestines were pulled out?"

"Because your existence is to create fear in me, I won't let you die easily. If you die quickly, the effect will be very poor." Mo Ling explained lightly.

"What do you mean?" asked my deskmate blankly.

Mo Ling shook his head and did not answer.

"Is watermelon delicious?"

"It's delicious." My deskmate swallowed and replied.

"It wasn't actually you who reported me, was it? The teacher just asked you to take the melon back and share it with your classmates. You just wanted to make me angry."

"How do you know?" asked my deskmate in surprise.

"You told me later." Mo Ling smiled and touched his deskmate's head: "You were so cute at that time, you looked like a groundhog, but your personality was too annoying."

My deskmate was touched on the head and was a little at a loss.

He stretched out his hand, trying to push away Mo Ling's claws, but his hand was empty.

When he reacted again, Mo Ling in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

……

"Anything else to fear?"

Mo Ling had realized that he was probably being attacked by animated fear.

"When did you get infected?"

Mo Ling could hardly remember anything. It seemed that the moment he saw the corrupt head, he had already fallen into fear.

"Can it attack me inside the cube? Or is it simply attacking my vision extending to the outside world?"

Mo Ling felt that the latter was more likely.

The attacks against him seem childish and incomplete.

The fears he experienced were all insignificant "childhood shadows", and under Mo Ling's unconscious transmission, these fears were easily broken.

By the time he reached the third fear scene, his memory had been completely awakened, and the image of "watermelon seeds sprouting" did not stir up any waves in his heart.

“Fear is debilitating.”

Mo Ling discovered that his own teleportation seemed to make the effects of the activated fear worse and worse. Not only did the effects of the memory disappear, but even the images of fear became somewhat blurry.

"This should be the fourth scene now, and it still won't stop?"

At this time, Mo Ling was lying on the bed.

He planned to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, but there seemed to be something under the bed.

Once he was out of bed, the thing went straight for his ankles.

The feeling of fear was very obvious, but Mo Ling, who had fully recovered his memory, did not react to it at all.

It was a very strange feeling. I was clearly afraid, yet extremely calm.

Mo Ling felt the fear coming from nowhere and actually laughed.

He grabbed the edge of the bed and stretched his head directly under the bed.

Under the dark bed, long, messy hair seemed to have grown. In the dim bedroom, shadows were swaying, as if something was scratching the ground under the bed with its nails, making a rustling sound.

Just then, an upside-down head popped down.

Mo Ling sneered and looked into the eyes of the thing under the bed.

(End of this chapter)