I'm trapped in a cube

Not only the chief, but many earflies in the cave tribe also died.

They disappeared somewhere silently.

In the process of the weak fighting against the strong, there will always be sacrifices. The earflies had expected this, but when the sacrifice really came, sadness still spread throughout the cave.

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

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

"I will definitely do it."

...

The buzzing sound echoed in the cave, and the earflies tried their best to remember the voices of their companions, more carefully than ever.

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

His consciousness had begun to dissipate, and even the voices of the earflies calling him were a little unclear.

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

"Far away?"

Where is that?

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

When one dies, it will be passed on to the second one. When the second one dies, it will be passed on to the third one. As long as the ear fly race exists, their voice will not stop.

The tiny vibrations continue to resonate on these weak bodies, spreading farther and farther, farther and farther...

Mo Ling felt that his consciousness was gradually separated from his body, as if it was really attached to the ethereal sound, and it was transmitted to the distance along with the vibration of all things.

He heard that the ear flies found other tribes, united, and rebuilt the civilization of ear flies.

He heard that the ear flies launched a counterattack against the forest of Tianjin Mountain and regained the territory of the forest tribe.

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

And his voice has been floating above the ear fly civilization, standing with all the ear flies...

...

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 up a lot. It seemed that with just a slight movement, he could leave the blood sea that was constantly falling.

However, when Mo Ling wanted to break free, the blood sea surged again, directly dragging him deeper.

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

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

Feeling this fragrance, Mo Ling gradually calmed down.

The fragrance of grass and wood gently caressed him, beating like a rhythm, beating 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 wrapped Mo Ling, stuffed him into the swaddling clothes, and gently wiped the bloody smell on his body with soft silk until he could no longer smell the irritating smell.

Just as Mo Ling was sleeping peacefully in the fragrance of the grass and wood, a light and elegant flower fragrance came and intertwined with the grass and wood fragrance...

"The war is still going on, and the blood is still spreading." The grass and wood fragrance seemed very worried, and the smell was constantly fluctuating.

"Is the impact on newborns serious?"

"Very serious, some have completely turned 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 grass and wood fragrance kept fluctuating, telling its troubles.

"Then...what did you do with those bloody newborns?" asked the flower fragrance.

"Kill them."

A light-hearted answer, but extremely cruel, even Mo Ling, who was wrapped in the swaddling clothes, was frightened and trembled.

"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."

"Correct, is to kill?"

"What else?"

The gentle grass fragrance has become extremely terrifying in Mo Ling's eyes.

Kill as you say. If he was just swallowed by the bloody smell, wouldn't he be killed too?

"It's not their fault, it's the environment..." The flower fragrance is still trying to refute.

"The environment cannot be determined. I just did what I should do. You are too kind. This is very dangerous. The war is getting more and more intense. The bloody smell will become more and more in the future. If you are so indecisive, you will soon be drowned."

The grass fragrance warned the flower fragrance very seriously, and the flower fragrance did not answer again, as if it accepted the advice of the grass fragrance.

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

"Where am I?"

Before he could think about it carefully, the grass fragrance entangled again, and he fell into a deep sleep.

…

Protected by the scent of grass and wood, Mo Ling never felt the pungent smell of blood again. He slept a lot and only woke up occasionally.

When I wake up, I often smell the fragrance of grass and trees intertwined with other fragrances. Sometimes they talk about the spreading war in Tianji Mountain, sometimes they talk about the ferocious predatory birds, and sometimes they talk about sweet bees. The living space is constantly compressed.

"Tianjin Mountain?"

"Predator?"

"Scent bee?"

Mo Ling always felt a little familiar, but when he wanted to think carefully, sleepiness would come to his mind again. He couldn't resist the sleepiness, so he had to immerse himself in the scent of grass and trees and fall asleep in a daze. go.

However, as time went by, Moring found that she spent less and less time sleeping and more and more time awake.

He also gradually understood that the "scented bees" were referring to them.

Mo Ling is also a scented bee, but it is not yet an adult. Now, together with other newborns, they are protected by the scent of grass and trees, preventing them from being corroded by other smells.

At this time, Mo Ling noticed that there were some wrapped "larvae" in other places where the grass and trees were swaddled.

Like Mo Ling, they sleep deeply every day and crawl around when they wake up.

But Mo Ling found that the waking hours of these newborns were much shorter than his. And compared to Mo Ling, they seemed to be very stupid. After finding that they could not get out of their swaddles, they stayed in a daze until sleepiness hit them. Go to sleep.

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

Mo Ling's strange behavior also attracted Cao Muxiang's attention.

"Why doesn't this one always sleep? It moves around and smells everywhere. Is it affected by the smell of blood?"

The scent of grass and trees slowly wrapped around Mo Ling, and he also felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.

"It wants to kill me?"

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