I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 672 The End of the Shuttle

"who are you?"

Mo Ling was extremely sure at this moment that this was not the bubble eyeball he was familiar with.

Even though the perception of the people at the bottom of the well is strong enough, they definitely cannot see so much.

Moreover, Eyeball's tone was completely different from before, and it was easy to tell that the man at the bottom of the well spoke in a way that was full of riddles in every sentence.

But now the eyeballs speak frighteningly bluntly.

"How did you tell that?" His eyes flew to Mo Ling and he asked curiously, "Am I not pretending to be real?"

Mo Ling did not answer, but silently placed the transmission frame on the eyeball.

"Who are you?" Mo Ling asked again.

"We have met before, and you have been to my library."

My...library?

"Are you the Eternally Thirsty? You're not dead?" Mo Ling asked in surprise.

"Dead, but not completely dead. I thought I would be completely dead, but it seems that it is not as simple as I thought... As long as knowledge is not dead, I will not die."

"What's your purpose?"

Mo Ling still remained vigilant. The Eternally Thirsty was not a good guy. The world in this book was its territory. Maybe the Eternally Thirsty was plotting something again.

"No purpose..." The Eternal Thirst circled around Mo Ling for a few times and replied, "I just wanted to see you, Fire Thief... As expected, you can bring in power from outside the system, those fires that don't originally exist in this system..."

"How on earth did you do that?"

The dark eyes stared at Mo Ling, and their eyes were full of desire for knowledge.

"I really want to peel off your metal shell and see what's inside, but your shell is designed to be indestructible... Do you want to protect it in this way? I'm curious, what's inside?"

"A window? A door? A rope?"

"And where did you get the torch?"

After turning around a few times while muttering to himself, the Eternal Thirst leisurely stepped aside.

"I'm planning to write a book for you, so I came to see you first. There's nothing else to do. You saved my trading partner, so I owe you a favor. If you have anything to ask next time, come and ask me..."

While saying polite words, the Eternal Thirst suddenly stared at Mo Ling.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ling felt that his body was constantly retreating, and he seemed to have fallen into some kind of "horizon", and everything around him was stretched and distorted.

"What should the title of the book be?"

The voice of the Eternal Thirst gradually faded away, and when Mo Ling came to his senses again, he found that he had been in the cube all along.

There was wetness in my hands.

Mo Ling looked down quickly and saw that the jelly eyes could no longer bear the burden and turned into mucus.

Outside the cube, it becomes a bizarre patchwork world.

The tendrils were still wrapped around the cube, slowly wriggling in the jelly, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion...

"The Eternally Thirsty..."

Mo Ling felt depressed again.

These creatures in the abyss are really dead but still alive.

Thinking of what the Eternal Thirst had said before, Mo Ling had a guess in his mind:
"It will not die until knowledge dies... Does the Eternal Thirst live in knowledge?"

This is not completely impossible. Since the worlds in these books can support living things, the Eternal Thirst can definitely live in these worlds. Moreover, it must have a way to go to reality.

Mo Ling became worried when he thought that the Eternal Thirst was still alive.

"After returning to the Pipeline Fortress, tell Li Luo about this matter and ask her to report it. The Pipeline Fortress was built on the remains of the Eternal Thirst, so there might be some danger."

In the end, the pipeline fortress still did not eliminate the hidden dangers.

"What on earth are the pioneers thinking? Why do they want to build a base in a place like this?" Mo Ling didn't understand at all, but he couldn't change the facts.

The scenery outside the jelly kept changing, and those spliced ​​worlds flashed by one after another. Before you know it, the block is about to reach the other end of the jelly.

The vines that were wrapped around the block were also slowly loosening. They let go of the block one by one, allowing it to fly to the edge, and then twisted themselves to say goodbye to it.

After passing through the edge of the jelly and landing in the familiar room, Mo Ling was still a little dazed.

"Are you really back?"

After countless times of traveling back and forth, he had experienced so much in the world of the book and in the cracks of the abyss that he could no longer distinguish the reality.

However, when his eyes fell on Li Luo in the room, Mo Ling finally confirmed that he was back...

At this time, Li Luo was sitting on the edge of room 0122, holding a thick book in his hand.

The bloodstains on the ground seemed to have never existed, but several gaps had been dug in the laid pipes, and under those gaps were books. The book in Li Luo's hand was probably taken out from under the pipe.

Mo Ling slowly looked over and saw the title of the book in Li Luo's hand:

"eat".

The name is simple and straightforward, with only one word, clear and concise.

Li Luo seemed to be immersed in the book, swallowing from time to time.

Mo Ling's vision passed through the pages of the book and saw the contents of the book...

The perspective of this book is very strange, yet very immersive.

Mo Ling read on from the page that Li Luo had turned to...

……

"I ate the sand on the coast. The sand on the coast is different from the sand in the interior of the continent. It has a special moisture taste."

"The taste of that water is also different from rainwater and lake water. It is very salty, but the saltiness is mixed with many other ingredients..."

"First, there's the taste of fish. The fish meat is fresh and tender, fresh and delicious. It's the taste of a living fish. The sweet smell of fish scales and the smell of jumping fish bones combine together, just like a living fish jumping up and down in your mouth."

"There are not only fish, but also other marine life, the stickiness of jellyfish, the sweetness of shrimps and crabs, the crispness of seaweed, the aftertaste of shellfish, and those unknown creatures. The smells they leave behind add a bit of mystery to the sea sand."

"There should be something else in the ocean that tastes like trees that are tens of millions of years old, rocks that are trillions of years old. It tastes like time, but it's also incredibly fresh. I guess it's some ancient creatures, but it's a pity that I can only taste a little bit of their flavor. How delicious would it be if I could taste them myself?"

"Every time I taste sea water, I can feel the complexity of life. Those microorganisms are weak but tenacious. They jump and struggle on my taste buds. After they burst, the life substances flow through my saliva and wash my soul. Although the taste is light, it carries endless vitality."

"Did I also evolve from that microorganism?"

"While tasting the sea sand, my chaotic mind occasionally utters profound thoughts: Where did I come from? Biting the hard sand, I seem to taste my own blood again, and seem to taste the veins of the earth, the magma that erupted hundreds of millions of years ago, and the boiling ocean... The tastes of the world merge into one in my mouth, and my blood seems to flow from the ancient past to the present, penetrating into my flesh and blood."

"I have tasted my companions, and they all have the same taste as me. This is a gift from our ancestors, but just like each grain of sea sand has a different taste, each companion tastes different."

“Everything they’ve been through has merged into their flesh and blood, and transformed into a unique taste that has entered my mouth.”

"I taste them, and I taste their whole life..."

“It’s delicious.”

(End of this chapter)