I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 816 Farce
After searching in the dark corner with nothing, Li Luo frowned, tried a few more times, and finally gave up and walked towards other places in the temple.

This time, Han Qi was also a little shocked.

"We are clearly in darkness right now, how did she sense it?"

Mo Ling also didn't understand why Li Luo could sense that they had turned into darkness.

Fortunately, Li Luo did not actually discover them. After searching the temple for a while and finding that it was empty, she turned and left.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ling and Han Qi both breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, Han Qi realized something was wrong.

"The memory has not changed..."

"I still remember what happened before, which means the timeline has not changed. This is still part of the stage. Even your behavior of destroying the stage is part of the play."

“Even if you completely dismantle the stage, the audience will just watch it for fun.”

After hearing Han Qi's words, Mo Ling suddenly didn't know what to do.

He originally thought that after destroying the stage, everything would be over, but in fact it just turned into a "farce". Those omnipresent eyes were still staring at him, watching his funny behavior.

"Even destroying the stage won't stop these gazes?"

Mo Ling felt deep despair again. In this darkness, he had no idea what to do.

All resistance was in vain, all struggles were in vain, standing on that empty stage, it seemed as if everything I had done had become the next scene of a farce.

At this time, Mo Ling even began to think that it would be better to not think about anything and just be a stupid ant. Being a "fool" is much happier than being a smart person who sees through everything.

His so-called efforts were all arranged.

It is even possible that these rebellious thoughts were inserted by others.

Just like the fool who once built the pyramids, ideas come to mind naturally.

In the midst of those constantly emerging thoughts, there is no thought of one's own and no real freedom.

In the darkness, Mo Ling and Han Qi's hearts were still pounding.

But the heartbeat that should have represented vitality was now like a lifeless clock, just following the arranged rhythm, beating towards a long-determined future second by second.

Just like that, Mo Ling and Han Qi remained silent for a long time, and no one spoke.

Despair spread in the darkness and surrounded the two of them.

"It's painful, right?" Han Qi suddenly asked softly.

Mo Ling didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a moment, he expressed his feelings: "Actually... it's not that painful."

"Why?" Han Qi asked in surprise.

"At least I won't turn into chaos." Mo Ling said self-deprecatingly.

"That's true, you are a lucky ant..."

Han Qi's words penetrated into Mo Ling's heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was a teasing or he was really "envious" of him.

"Your future is still uncertain. Although it is certain for those eyes, for the ants, the future path is still unknown."

“No matter what stage is ahead, that will be the first time you step on it and see things that are completely different, even though they may have been there for a long time.”

After listening to Han Qi's comfort, Mo Ling felt much better, but he was still very depressed.

"But those unknowns are not real, and even my emotions may not be real." Mo Ling said helplessly. "Is it so important whether it is real or not?" Han Qi gently comforted him, "True and false are also relative. For the audience, they know it is false, but for us on the stage, as long as we feel it is true, it is true..."

"I have a real body."

"Darkness has given me enough strength to deal with everything."

"There is a powerful tribe."

"There are people who care about me and love me, and there is also a lovely child."

“I can appreciate the infinite scenery in the darkness, travel through those dangerous and wonderful rule areas, collect their power, and make all kinds of strange and interesting weapons.”

"I can use the time difference to travel back and forth on the timeline. I can go to the ice melting area to watch the falling snow across the night sky. I can go to the particle area to watch countless particles collide and shuttle. I can go back home and watch my tribesmen gather together and sing songs about darkness..."

"A bird in the darkness came to sing over my head and flew away again."

"The dust under the light, they have nothing to sing, they just sigh and fall there."

Han Qi suddenly sang the ballad of the dark race. There was a hint of melancholy and loneliness in his voice. He was clearly praising darkness and spitting on light, but both seemed so sad.

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"Are there birds flying in the darkness? Why would they want to sing above your head? Isn't that a trap for yourself? Also, can dust sing?"

Mo Ling listened to Han Qi's singing and asked softly.

Han Qi paused for a moment and answered helplessly, "I don't know either. The elders sang this way, so I sang this way too, and then I continued to sing this way. When the elders died, we would sing these songs to the younger generations, and they would continue to sing this way with only a half-understanding..."

"This... isn't it just like ants? This song has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one knows what it is singing. They just sing it inexplicably..." Mo Ling felt more and more sad as he listened to Han Qi's explanation.

"Don't be so desperate." Han Qi interrupted Mo Ling and comforted her, "Just think about singing when you sing. If you think too much, singing will not bring you happiness."

After finishing speaking, Han Qi hummed the ballad of the Han Ye tribe again. The strange song once again echoed in the empty temple...

"We are particles in the darkness, numbly moving towards the direction of the torrent."

"What darkness says is truth, and where darkness leads is the goal."

"United at the end of time and space, cohesive at the edge of chaos."

"Using the posture of a puppet, break through the hypocrisy of the puppet world."

"Then show off to the winner with the attitude of a winner."

"..."

This was not the previous song. Listening to this strange ballad, Mo Ling felt inexplicably melancholy again.

The person who wrote this song seems to be just like him, in helplessness and despair, being swept away by the disordered fate and rushing towards a chaotic future.

"Who wrote this song?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"I don't know. It has been circulating in the tribe for a long time." Han Qi said lightly.

"Do you know what it sings?"

"I don't know. I just know that I was very happy when I sang."

“Can you be happy if you sing a song of despair?”

"Hmm..." Han Qi thought for a moment: "Whether a song is despair or happiness, you have to sing it to know."

(End of this chapter)