I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 508: Inside the Light Spot

"Why is the view so strange?"

Mo Ling felt a little dizzy because of the shaking picture. He couldn't see the man's face clearly. He only knew that his vision was always following the man's movement.

After a while, the man finally caught up with the team.

However, something was wrong with the team at this time.

Although the original team members were a little tired, they were still in order, but now they are in chaos, scattered in different positions, waving their weapons, as if they are on guard against something.

What's even more strange is that these team members all had black stains on their bodies. These stains covered their clothes and even penetrated into their clothes.

"What it is?"

When the picture stopped shaking, Mo Ling could see clearly that the black stains were actually some kind of wriggling mud!
The mud did not penetrate into their clothes from outside, but seeped through their skin.

"It crawled out of them!"

The mud seemed to be the secretions of their bodies, constantly appearing from various parts of their bodies, first accumulating on the skin, then slowly wriggling and drilling out of the clothes, which resulted in stains on the clothes.

Not only that, those team members were like crazy, waving their weapons around from time to time, as if they were attacking some non-existent enemy.

After seeing this scene, the person who had been following from Mo Ling's perspective uttered a surprised voice: "Dead Swamp?"

Dead swamp? What is this? Is it the mud on them?
Mo Ling was still confused, and his perspective began to shake again.

After stabilizing again, the view suddenly changed direction and focused on a surprised face. This face was very familiar to Mo Ling.

"Zhou Dynasty?"

It turns out that the person that the perspective has been following is the Zhou Dynasty!

But why is the perspective always so strange?

Before Mo Ling had time to think, Zhou Chao walked towards the teammates who were entangled in the mud.

Those teammates also discovered Zhou Chao who arrived late.

"Zhou Chao, knock us out and send us back to the monitoring station!" the teammates shouted at Zhou Chao.

Hearing this, Zhou Chao's face immediately turned pale, and uncontrollable fear was revealed on his face.

But at this time, the captain spoke again.

"No! Zhou Chao, bypass us and go directly to the monitoring station. Let the monitoring station send someone to rescue us! The source of the deadly swamp may still be nearby. If you come here rashly, you may also be cursed!"

Compared to the panicked team members, the captain seemed much calmer.

"We can still hold on for a while. Those spirits can't do anything to us. As long as we deal with the approaching spirits in time, the deadly swamp on our bodies won't spread. Zhou Chao! Hurry to the monitoring station and hurry up!"

However, facing death, this improvised team had no discipline at all, and some team members ignored the captain's orders and began to persuade Zhou Chao.

"It's okay! The source of the curse has left! Zhou Chao, just come over here and knock us out, don't be afraid!"

Zhou Chao was stunned when he heard these completely contradictory remarks.

He was inexperienced to begin with, and his young face was full of confusion. He didn't know how to face these teammates he was with day and night.

"I...can't get close to you. The curse will spread."

His voice was a little weak and his teammates in the distance did not hear it.

"What is the source? Has it really left?" Zhou Chao shouted to his teammates.

But his voice fell on deaf ears. His teammates were busy dealing with a new wave of enemies and had no time to pay attention to him. Only the captain waved his hands vigorously at him, signaling him to leave quickly.

Now, Zhou Chao was even more conflicted, as he had never experienced such a choice before.

So he looked at the stone sword in his hand.

His gaze passed through the stone scabbard and looked at Mo Ling who did not exist here.

Mo Ling was startled by this sudden look.

"He's looking at me?" No! He's looking at Shi Jian, talking to Shi Jian?

The ordinary stone sword was reflected in Zhou Chao's pupils. The rough stone blade and heavy handle were exactly the same as the holy sword in Mo Ling's memory.

Mo Ling then realized that what he had been following was actually the perspective of the Holy Sword, which was always shaking because it was hung on Zhou Chao's waist.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhou Chao's forehead, his lips trembled slightly, he was breathing heavily, and the hand holding the holy sword was shaking constantly.

Mo Ling could sense that he was very scared, and his gaze on the holy sword was not firm but kept shaking.

"The captain is lying to me. The spread of the dead swamp will not stop just because the spirit is defeated..." Zhou Chao looked at the holy sword and muttered to himself, "The invisible spirit will keep chasing the cursed target. Any interaction with the spirit will make the dead swamp worse, including fighting."

"He wanted to trick me into leaving..."

Zhou Chao gritted his teeth, he instantly understood what the captain meant.

"The mud has already covered their bodies. They can't hold on for much longer. Even if they can defeat the spirit, the mud will occupy their lungs, and they will soon die of suffocation."

Zhou Chao looked at the holy sword in his hand and muttered weakly, the veins on his arm holding the holy sword bulging.

"I have to save them!"

His eyes suddenly became firm and no longer flickered. The fear on his face was eliminated by courage. He took another step and walked towards his teammates.

One step, two steps, when he came to his teammates, a cold wind suddenly blew around, and white shadows appeared around him out of thin air.

"Sure enough, the source of the curse has not left." Zhou Chao smiled self-deprecatingly. He was still reckless after all.

But he did not regret it. While the white shadow had not yet fully condensed, he rushed forward, raised the holy sword, and hit a teammate's head hard, knocking him out on the spot.

"Next person."

The teammates were scattered in different positions. Zhou Chao took advantage of the fact that his vision was not completely obscured by the white shadow and quickly memorized the positions of his teammates. He then rushed towards the nearby teammates and hit them hard on the head.

They were already deeply trapped in the deadly swamp, as if they were bewildered, attacking the white shadows around them indiscriminately. Covered in mud, their movements became sluggish, and they didn't even have time to save themselves.

Time was running out and Zhou Chao had no time to consider whether the force was appropriate. As long as he could knock the man out, he would use whatever force he could.

If we continue to delay, we may not even have a chance to take action.

Just like that, while the spirits around him had not yet been fully generated, Zhou Chao quickly rescued all of his teammates.

"The captain is the only one left..." He rushed towards the captain, but before he reached the captain, he was stopped by a group of white shadows.

These white shadows look exactly like humans. If you ignore their illusory bodies, they would look like living humans. However, Zhou Chao knows that this is just an attack method simulated by the Dead Swamp.

This simulation makes the victim more fearful, and fear is one of the ways to interact with spirits.

"Since fighting is interactive and getting injured is also interactive, then let's just not fight." Zhou Chao gritted his teeth and passed directly through the spirit's body, allowing those invisible attacks to fall on him.

Black mud instantly appeared in Zhou Chao's eye sockets, and layers of white shadows crawled all over his body. These white shadows lost their other targets and all gathered around Zhou Chao.

He staggered with the holy sword in his hand, passing through the gauze-like white shadow area and walking towards the captain. The mud gradually wrapped around his body, and wriggling black mud flowed under his feet.

"The last one... the last one..." Zhou Chao stared straight ahead, raising the holy sword in his hand into the air, but the white shadows made it impossible for him to see the captain's position clearly.

"Where?" He raised his sword, but didn't know where to start.

His eyes were filled with mud and he could no longer see clearly in front of him. White shadows were everywhere, obscuring everything.

"Is there no other way?" Despair filled his heart. In the end, he still failed to catch up.

However, just when he was about to give up, a huge square-shaped hole suddenly appeared in the thick white shadow area.

The hole swallowed up all the white shadows inside, and within the smooth edge was an extremely clear path ahead.

It turned out that the captain was not far away from him, not more than two meters away.

Now, Zhou Chao's sword could finally fall, and he did not think about the block that suddenly appeared.

There was only one thought in his mind - to swing the sword in his hand down with all his might!
(End of this chapter)