I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 622 Another Sense

Not only the patriarch, but many ear flies in the cave tribe died.

They disappeared somewhere silently.

In the process of the weak fighting against the strong, there will always be sacrifices. The ear flies had long anticipated this, but when the sacrifice actually came, sadness still spread throughout the cave.

"I will write down your voice." The survivor said softly to Mo Ling.

"Then remember to bring my voice back to Tianjin Mountain." Mo Ling said jokingly.

"I certainly will."

……

The buzzing sound echoed in the cave, and the ear flies tried desperately to remember the voices of their companions, more carefully than ever before.

Mo Ling lay quietly in the cave, waiting for his death.

His consciousness had begun to fade, and he could hardly hear the sounds of the ear flies calling him.

He could only vaguely hear that the ear flies said they would remember his voice and take him far away...

"distance?"

where is that?

Maybe these weak ear flies can really do it...

When one dies, it passes it to the second. When the second dies, it passes it to the third. As long as the ear fly species exists, their voices will never stop.

The tiny vibrations continued to reverberate on these weak bodies, spreading farther and farther...

Mo Ling felt that his consciousness was gradually leaving his body, as if it was really attached to that illusory voice, and was transmitted to the distance along with the vibration of all things.

He heard that the earflies had found other tribes, united together, and rebuilt the earfly civilization.

He heard that the earflies had launched a counterattack on the forest of Tianjin Mountain and had taken back the territory of the forest tribe.

He heard the ear flies set up a line of defense against the predatory birds and began to gradually advance into the depths of Tianjin Mountain.

And his voice has been floating above the earfly civilization, standing with all the earflies...

……

The sea of ​​blood is still surging.

The buzzing sound gradually disappeared, and Mo Ling saw a creature that looked like an ear fly flash by and merge into the sea of ​​blood.

His mind was still in a mess, but it had loosened a lot, as if with just a slight movement he could escape from this falling sea of ​​blood.

However, when Mo Ling tried to break free, the sea of ​​blood surged again and directly dragged him into the deeper parts.

A pungent smell of blood suddenly hit Mo Ling, catching him off guard.

The smell of blood rushed directly to his forehead, as if it was going to occupy his entire mind. Mo Ling could only struggle frantically. Just when the smell of blood was about to engulf him, a faint fragrance of grass and wood touched his heart and drove away the smell of blood.

Feeling the fragrance, Mo Ling gradually calmed down.

The scent of the grass and trees caressed him gently, beating out a rhythm, beating out a soft lullaby in his heart.

Gradually, Mo Ling understood what the fragrance wanted to convey to him.

"Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well..."

The fragrance enveloped Mo Ling, swaddled him, and gently wiped the bloody smell off his body with soft silk until he could no longer smell the pungent smell.

Just as Mo Ling was sleeping peacefully in the fragrance of the grass and trees, a faint and elegant flower fragrance wafted over, intertwining with the fragrance of the grass and trees...

"The war is still going on, and the blood is still spreading." The scent of the herbs seemed to be very worried, and the smell was constantly fluctuating.

"Is the impact on newborns serious?" "Very serious. Some have turned completely bloody. They have no subjective consciousness at this time and will instinctively solidify the first smell they smell. When I wanted to stop it, it was too late..." The scent of grass and wood kept fluctuating, telling of his own troubles.

"Then...what did you do with those bloody newborns?" Hua Xiang asked.

"killed."

It was an understated answer, yet it was so cruel that even Mo Ling, who was wrapped in swaddling clothes, trembled with fear.

"You scared them... Isn't it too cruel to do this?"

"If I don't kill them, they will become trouble when they grow up. I have the responsibility to guide them. Once they choose the wrong path, I also have the right to correct them."

"To correct means to kill?"

"if not?"

The gentle scent of grass and wood now seemed extremely terrifying to Mo Ling.

He killed without hesitation. If he had been consumed by the smell of blood just now, wouldn't he have been killed as well?
"It's not their fault, it's due to the environment..." The flower fragrance was still trying to argue.

"The environment cannot determine it. I just did what I should do. You are too kind. This is very dangerous. The war is getting more and more intense. The smell of blood will become more and more. If you continue to be so indecisive, you will be overwhelmed soon."

The grass fragrance warned the flower fragrance very seriously, and the flower fragrance did not respond, as if it accepted the grass fragrance's advice.

Mo Ling felt the interweaving and fluctuation of the two smells and felt a little confused.

"Where am I?"

Before he could think about it, the scent of grass and trees came back to him and he fell into a deep sleep.

……

Protected by the fragrance of the plants and trees, Mo Ling never felt the pungent smell of blood again. He spent a lot of time sleeping and only woke up occasionally.

When they woke up, they often smelled the scent of grass and other fragrances intertwined. Sometimes they would talk about the spreading war in Tianjin Mountain, sometimes they would talk about those ferocious predatory birds, and sometimes they would talk about the shrinking living space of the bee.

"Tianjin Mountain?"

"Bird of prey?"

"Transformed into a bee?"

Mo Ling always felt that it was somewhat familiar, but when he wanted to think carefully, sleepiness would come over him again. He could not resist the sleepiness and had to immerse himself in the swaddling clothes with the fragrance of plants and fell asleep in a daze.

However, as time went on, Moring found that he was sleeping less and less and being awake more and more.

He also gradually understood that the "bee bees" referred to were them.

Mo Ling is also a bee wasp, but she is not yet an adult. Now, along with other newborns, she is protected by the scent of plants and trees to prevent them from being eroded by other smells.

It was at this time that Mo Ling noticed that there were some wrapped "larvae" in other parts of the herbal fragrant swaddling clothes.

Like Mo Ling, they sleep every day and then run around everywhere when they wake up.

But Mo Ling discovered that the wakefulness time of these newborns was much shorter than his, and compared to Mo Ling, they seemed very stupid. After realizing that they could not get out of the swaddling clothes, they kept on being in a daze, and when they felt sleepy, they fell asleep again.

No one is as curious about everything around him as Mo Ling.

Mo Ling's strange behavior also attracted Caomuxiang's attention.

"Why doesn't this one sleep? It's moving around and sniffing around. Is it affected by the smell of blood?"

The fragrance of the grass and trees slowly enveloped Mo Ling, and he also felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

"It wants to kill me?"

A trace of fear rose in Mo Ling's heart.

(End of this chapter)