I'm trapped in a cube

Faced with his deskmate's nonsense, Mo Ling said nothing, but lowered his head and looked at his belly.

"What are you looking at?" asked his deskmate in confusion.

Mo Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at his deskmate's belly.

"It's sprouting, the watermelon seeds are sprouting in your belly."

Hearing this, his deskmate sighed.

"Mo Ling, I know you feel bad, but society is like this, it's hard for people to accept, sometimes it's those gray rules that support the operation of human society, you have to get used to it... burp!"

Halfway through his words, his deskmate suddenly burped, he quickly picked up the water cup and gulped it down.

"You watering will only make them grow faster and faster, don't drink it." Mo Ling said seriously.

But his deskmate ignored him, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He gulped down his cup of water, and looked straight at Mo Ling's cup: "Give me a sip, Mo Ling, I'm so thirsty."

Before Mo Ling agreed, his deskmate reached out and took Mo Ling's cup.

"Those roots are stuck in your stomach wall, so you feel thirsty. Don't drink anymore. Those watermelon vines have grown into your throat."

As soon as the voice fell, the classmate coughed violently, and a leaf sprayed out of his mouth.

After seeing the leaf, the classmate's eyes widened instantly.

"Impossible, how can watermelon seeds sprout in the stomach? Isn't this a lie to children?"

"You watered too much, of course it will sprout, I saw it." Mo Ling came to the classmate's desk and pointed at his stomach.

"How did you see it?"

"I can see it, and now it has grown into your mouth."

As soon as Mo Ling spoke, the classmate began to retch, and a watermelon vine twisted out of his mouth and kept growing.

The classmate panicked and grabbed the watermelon vine directly, trying to grab the watermelon seedling out of his mouth.

"Don't grab it, your internal organs will be pulled out together..."

However, the classmate did not listen to Mo Ling's reminder, but frantically pulled the watermelon vine that stretched out of his mouth.

It was pulled longer and longer, and longer and longer...

Ugh!

The roots of the watermelon were wrapped around the pink flesh sac and squeezed out of the classmate's mouth.

"This is your stomach, don't pull it anymore."

Mo Ling continued to remind him, but the classmate didn't listen at all, and the pulling speed became faster and faster.

Soon, the long ribbon of wrinkled flesh and blood was pulled out along the watermelon vine.

"Put it back quickly, it will be fine if you put it back."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!" The classmate finally listened to Mo Ling's advice and put the watermelon vine that was pulled out of his mouth back in, and he swallowed the flesh and blood hard.

But the green watermelon vine had spread throughout the classmate's body.

His eyes were full of green silk, and leaves appeared in his ears.

The classmate's breathing became more and more rapid, and the watermelon vine had completely occupied his lungs, crawled all over his trachea, and drilled out of his nasal cavity.

"Mo Ling, save me!"

"Okay."

Mo Ling glanced at him, grabbed the air with his hand, and the growth of the watermelon vine stopped.

"Here it is." Mo Ling spread out his hand, and a watermelon seed was placed in his palm, which was still covered with sticky liquid.

"How did you do it?" The classmate looked at the watermelon seed in Mo Ling's hand in shock.

"Yes, I took it out directly." Mo Ling made a grabbing motion and said lightly.

The classmate was about to continue asking questions when he started coughing violently. After a while, he spit out the completely withered watermelon vine from his mouth. He also lost all his strength and leaned against the wall.

"You can drink water now. Your body has been drained by the watermelon vine."

The classmate no longer dared to disbelieve Mo Ling. He picked up the water cup beside him and drank the water.

He didn't breathe heavily until he finished Mo Ling's cup of water.

He widened his eyes and was still frightened.

"Mo Ling, why didn't I die even though my intestines were pulled out?"

"Because your existence is to create fear for me, so I won't let you die easily. If you die quickly, the effect will be very poor." Mo Ling explained lightly.

"What do you mean?" The deskmate asked blankly.

Mo Ling shook his head and didn't answer.

"Is the watermelon delicious?"

"It's delicious." The deskmate swallowed and answered.

"It's not you who reported it, right? The teacher just asked you to take the watermelon back and share it with your classmates. You just wanted to make me angry."

"How do you know?" The deskmate asked in astonishment.

"You told me later." Mo Ling smiled and touched the deskmate's head: "You are so cute at this time, you look like a groundhog, but your personality is too annoying."

The deskmate was touched on the head and was a little at a loss.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to push Mo Ling's claws away, but he was empty.

When he reacted again, Mo Ling in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

...

"Are there any more fears?"

Mo Ling has realized that he was probably attacked by the animated fear.

"When did it happen?"

Mo Ling can't remember it. It seems that he was already in fear the moment he saw the corrupt head.

"Can it attack me in the cube? Or is it simply attacking my vision extending to the outside world?"

Mo Ling felt that the latter was more likely.

The attack against him seemed a little childish and incomplete.

The fears he had experienced were all trivial "childhood shadows", and these fears were easily broken by Mo Ling's unconscious teleportation.

When he reached the third fear scene, his memory had been completely awakened, and the image of "watermelon seeds sprouting" could not stir up any waves in his heart.

"The fear is weakening."

Mo Ling found that his teleportation seemed to make the effect of activating fear worse and worse. Not only did the effect of memory disappear, but even the image of fear became a little blurry.

"This should be the fourth scene now, and it still won't give up?"

Mo Ling was lying on the bed at this time.

He planned to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, but there seemed to be something under the bed.

Once he left the bed, the thing would grab his ankle directly.

The feeling of fear was very obvious, but Mo Ling, who had fully recovered his memory, did not react to this.

This was a very strange feeling, obviously afraid, but unusually calm.

Mo Ling felt this fear that came from nowhere, and actually laughed.

He grabbed the edge of the bed and stretched his head directly under the bed.

Under the dark bed, messy long hair seemed to grow. In the dim bedroom, shadows swayed, as if something was scratching the ground under the bed with its nails, making a rustling sound.

At this moment, an upside-down head poked down.

Mo Ling sneered and looked at the thing under the bed.