I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 535 Healing Space
"What is this place?"

Passing through the flickering light, Mo Ling came to a flowerbed full of blood-red flowers. The sky was covered with dark clouds. The thick water vapor was locked in the dark clouds, and the air became extremely stuffy.

The flower bush was not very big, but in the middle of the red flowers, there stood a withered body.

As soon as Mo Ling arrived here, the ball of light at the head of the withered body stared at him again.

"Who are you?" A questioning voice came from the ball of light.

This was a strange language, like the random plucking of musical strings, but Mo Ling could actually understand this language.

However, why could this withered body discover itself?

Mo Ling looked down and found that he had turned into a cube man again without knowing when.

“No wonder we were discovered.”

But why did I become a cube man when I came to this space? Mo Ling thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He had no choice but to say nothing and slowly walked towards the body.

"Are you sent by the Council of Elders?" the withered figure suddenly asked Mo Ling who was approaching.

Council of Elders? What is that? Mo Ling knew nothing and could only remain silent.

But the withered body didn't seem to be on guard against Mo Ling, and allowed Mo Ling to walk to his side.

"I seem to have failed..." he said to Mo Ling somewhat disappointedly.

"Why did it fail?" Mo Ling asked back.

The withered figure did not answer, but pointed at the edge of the flowers.

"You see, the flowers seem to keep spreading outwards. Reproduction is the instinct of flowers. The wind will carry pollen to anywhere. I cannot cure this 'disease', and I cannot convince myself that this is a 'disease'."

Disease? The spread of flowers is a disease? Mo Ling was confused.

"Why is the spread of flowers a disease?" Mo Ling asked in return, "Don't flowers just bloom more and more?"

Hearing Mo Ling's words, the ball of light on the head of the withered body flashed.

"You are right... but if the flowers are not contained, they will invade the living space of other creatures, and they will also be treated as a rampant plague."

"I can just deny them water so the flowers won't grow, but I don't think there's anything wrong with that..."

The withered body looked at his own hands, lost in confusion.

"So you just don't want the flowers to grow outside, right?" Mo Ling finally understood.

"Yes."

"Is this what you are worried about?" Mo Ling asked in confusion, looking at the weird and withered body.

"Well, do you have any solution? As long as it rains, the flowers will continue to spread outwards, and I don't want them to spread outwards."

Hearing this, Mo Ling suddenly remembered the dark clouds he had seen before.

Could it be that the dried-up humanoid standing before him was the culprit for the drought on Hundred Flower Island? Was it because they prevented the rain that they wanted to stop the flowers from spreading?

"Their pollen will be blown far away by the wind, and once it encounters water, it will grow everywhere." The dry body said in distress.

"Then you can build a greenhouse and enclose them."

"Greenhouse?"

"Yes, it's just a plastic cover..."

Mo Ling took a lot of effort to explain the greenhouse clearly.

After hearing Mo Ling's explanation, the withered body was very excited, but soon became lonely: "No, I don't have the materials. Those plastics are only available to humans."

"That's right. I don't know what kind of place this is. Where can I find building materials for your greenhouse..."

Mo Ling pondered for a moment and asked again: "Does this flower need sunlight?"

"No need." The withered body replied.

"That's easy. You don't need plastic anymore. Just find some soil and build a wall to surround all the flowers. As long as it's high enough, no pollen will fly out."

"But there is no soil here..." the dry body said helplessly.

"No soil?" Mo Ling hurriedly looked at the ground and found that the "soil" under the flowers was actually just a blurry condensate, like an illusion formed by some afterimage.

"What the hell is this place? There's not even any soil?" Mo Ling couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't that what a healing space is? It's just the patient and us, and the embodiment of the disease."

"Healing space?" Mo Ling quickly looked around and then looked up at the sky.

Only then did he realize that, except for himself, his withered body, and those blood-red flowers, everything here was an illusion formed by afterimages. Even the dark clouds in the sky were just a blurry "texture" if you looked closely.

"..."

Mo Ling patted his square head, speechless.

A place where there is not even soil?
But this still didn't bother him...

"Wait here, I'll get you some soil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ling's figure disappeared. After a few seconds, he suddenly appeared at the edge of the flowers.

Then, a huge cube of soil was thrown to the ground.

"Don't worry, there's more!"

Then Mo Ling's figure disappeared again, and reappeared after a few seconds, throwing out another huge piece of soil.

Just like that, his figure flashed faster and faster, and before long, the soil surrounded the entire flower bush, forming huge earth hills that were about to submerge the tiny flower bush.

"Is that enough?" Mo Ling tilted his square head and asked the dry body.

"Enough...enough...it's too much." The withered body has not yet recovered from the shock.

"Where...did you find the soil?" He couldn't even speak clearly at this moment, and asked Mo Ling haltingly.

"We moved it in from outside. There's nothing in here, right? We had no choice but to move it in from outside." Mo Ling explained.

"Outside?"

"Yeah, just find a piece of soil underground, pack it up, and throw it here. It's very simple. What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." The voice of the withered body trembled.

"But you have to build the wall yourself. If I damage your flowers, you will blame me."

"of course."

The withered human figure came to the soil and waved his arms. The soil actually began to condense into a high wall. Mo Ling had thoughtfully placed the soil at the edge of the flowers, so it didn't take long for the tall wall surrounding the flowers to be built quickly.

"Clear the pollen outside the fence, and it will rain..."

The dry body still couldn't believe it, and he waved his arms with some trembling. A breeze blew, bringing up clouds of pollen, but this time the pollen could no longer get out, as it was blocked inside by the tall wall.

Boom!

A loud thunderclap broke through the dark clouds that had been suppressing for a long time, and heavy rain poured down.

Those illusory raindrops passed through Mo Ling and the dried human figure's bodies and fell on the red flowers. They stretched their bodies, growing taller and taller, but still could not cross the tall wall.

It was also quiet outside the flowers, with raindrops hitting the ground that looked like a sticker.

The withered figure stood blankly among the flowers, looking at the long-awaited heavy rain.

Mo Ling tried to grab the raindrops, but couldn't catch any.

"Do you want me to bring you some more soil? Other things are hard to bring, but there is a lot of soil." Mo Ling asked.

The withered figure looked at the huge wall, waved his hands, and said blankly: "No need..."

"I still want to ask, how did you bring the soil in?"

"Didn't I tell you? It's divided into three steps."

"Find soil, load soil, pour soil..."

Mo Ling calmly explained his operation, while the light ball on the head of the withered body beside him kept shaking, as if it had been hit by some huge impact...

(End of this chapter)