I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 808 Ants
Ants don't need to think or doubt, they just need to complete the task.

“I’m going to paint a mural here.”

"why?"

"nice."

Another inexplicable thought came into his mind.

In order to realize this idea, he had to find pigments.

As if to cooperate with him, after he came up with this idea, suitable paint floated on the white sea.

There are all kinds of colors, some are colorful minerals, some are plants with dark colors, and there are also bones of some strange creatures. After the bones are ground into powder, they will turn into special colors.

He suddenly discovered that he seemed to be born with an understanding of how to handle these pigments, how to extract them, how to mix them, and how to adjust the colors. This knowledge naturally appeared in his mind.

He was not surprised. Instead, he was used to it. He would do whatever the darkness required of him and perform his duties as an ant. There was no need to think too much.

However, after preparing all the paints, he stood in front of the stone wall holding the paints, and didn't know what to paint.

It was at this moment that the madman came to his side.

"Darkness let me help you."

"why?"

"This painting is too complicated. Let me do it."

As he spoke, the madman snatched the paint from his hand and started painting...

As the content of the painting became more and more specific, he finally understood that this was actually a history of their race's confrontation with fire.

They were forced to leave their homes, fall apart and flee in all directions by the flames. In the painting, the flames were described as very terrifying, and the tragic fate of their race was deliberately highlighted.

"Are we so miserable?" he asked the madman, looking at the mural.

"No?" the madman asked.

He thought about it and it seemed that they were indeed quite miserable, and the mural did not exaggerate their miserable condition too much.

So he didn't make any more suggestions and just watched the madman finish painting all the murals.

"Describing its image so specifically will attract it," he warned kindly.

But the madman didn't care. He looked at the flame image on the mural and explained softly, "It will be covered soon. It can't come."

"Cover it up? Is that what the darkness told you?"

"Ah."

The madman returned the remaining paint to him, walked away, and began to examine the contents of the mural.

In fact, their race rarely uses murals to record information. Instead, they use carvings more often, engraving what they want to record on hard stone. This is more practical than these easily faded pigments.

However, everything in the eternal night can easily disappear, whether it is sculptures or murals, they cannot last long due to changes in the area.

"Did Darkness tell you what the mural is used for?" he asked curiously.

"No, I'll ask now..."

The madman walked around the temple for a few times, found a corner, and began to talk to himself.

He spoke very quickly, as if he was chanting some kind of spell, and the blood vessels next to his heart were still waving. He looked very excited, and as he spoke, he began to dance.

Even knowing that he was talking to the darkness, it still felt very weird.

"No wonder everyone says that the Quiet Night tribe is insane. If I didn't understand them, I wouldn't dare to get close to them..."

After "going crazy" in the corner for a while, the madman turned around and returned to the mural.

He stared at the mural for a long time and remained silent.

“What is this mural used for?”

"I don't know." The madman answered blankly.

"Hmm? The darkness didn't answer you?"

"Yes, but I don't understand." "How did you answer?"

"It says..." The madman paused, then said in a strange tone: "It is for the audience to see."

……

"Why are you talking to them so much? They are just ants. They will understand it themselves."

A voice came from the dark temple, interrupting the story of this fellow.

Mo Ling quickly looked inside the temple and found another thin fellow.

"Madman?" he called out tentatively.

The skinny fellow walked directly to the entrance of the temple and tapped his companion on the head gently: "Idiot, when you introduce me to others, you don't even tell me my name?"

He walked past his companions and came in front of Mo Ling and Han Qi.

"My name is Jingtian, from the Jingye tribe. As for him..."

"He doesn't know his own name, just call him a fool."

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Jingtian, Dazi...

Mo Ling silently repeated these two names and was about to continue asking questions when he saw Jingtian pulling the fool's hair and walking towards the temple.

Mo Ling and Han Qi were stunned for a moment, then quickly followed him in.

The temple was pitch black, but Mo Ling was already very familiar with it. He skillfully walked around the stone pillars at the entrance and headed deeper.

Everything here gave Mo Ling a sense of déjà vu.

“Sure enough, it’s that pyramid.”

The layout and details inside were exactly the same, even the size of the gaps between the stone bricks and the angle of offset were exactly the same. Mo Ling immediately determined that this was the pyramid in the different time zone.

He walked up to the mural and looked at the familiar mural.

He had seen the contents of the painting many times. He only took a glance at it, and the scene in his memory emerged in his mind. However, the paint here was still very new, and there was still some lingering smell on it, which showed that it had been painted not long ago.

Mo Ling looked at it for a while and then stopped paying attention to the mural.

He suddenly felt something inexplicably wrong.

"This temple seems to be missing something..."

He hurriedly searched the temple, trying to find the missing thing.

After arriving at the center of the temple, he suddenly remembered what was missing.

"The statue of the tree branch coordinate axis is gone..."

The center of the temple was empty. Without the huge statue, it looked very deserted.

Mo Ling stood there in a daze for a long time. After confirming that his memory was correct, he began to look around, but did not find any trace of the statue.

“Has it not been made yet?”

It seems that he went back to the time when the temple was just built, and even the layout inside the temple was not yet complete.

But why return to this point in time?

Besides, wasn't he in the illusion zone? Was this place real or fake?
"What's wrong?" Seeing Mo Ling still in a daze, Jingtian walked to his side.

Mo Ling did not answer, but stared blankly at the place where the statue should be placed.

"You think there should be something here, right?" Jingtian suddenly said.

"How do you know?" Mo Ling was extremely surprised when he heard Jingtian's words.

"It seems that you are the same as the idiot... When the idiot receives instructions from the darkness, he will also feel that something is missing."

Jingtian pointed to the empty space in front of him and explained calmly:

"In fact, the darkness is telling you what should be placed here..."

(End of this chapter)