I'm trapped in a cube

On top of the lightless pyramid, Li Luo looked at her hands and recalled everything just now. She looked at the statue at the entrance of the temple and carefully compared it with the virtual image she saw in the night vision device. film.

Except for the unclear head, the other parts are exactly the same. This should be the creature on the mural.

Li Luo reached out and touched the lifelike statue, and the cold texture made her shiver instantly.

She suddenly looked up into the distance.

Pyramids are standing in the darkness, like entrenched giant beasts.

"Keep going."

She didn't hesitate and rushed downwards with the cube.

"As long as you keep going forward, you will reach the time when this pyramid was built. Since you can come into contact with those creatures, you will definitely be able to find the builder of the pyramid."

At that time, everything will be clear...

So, Li Luo started walking on the timeline again.

This time, she didn't fall into that weird acceleration state again, and turned her head to check the cube from time to time to see if it couldn't keep up.

Mo Ling controlled the cube tightly and followed behind, and also maximized his field of view. When passing the pyramids, he also saw the murals before they were modified.

The form of the messenger was just like what Li Luo said, it was a ball of flame.

It was a blazing flame, but it was extremely condensed, not allowing even a single spark to escape.

There are many twists and turns inside the flame, like separated flame colors, or like the growth rings of a tree, layer by layer, each layer has a different color and temperature, and the color becomes brighter as you go deeper, until it becomes Into dazzling white.

These overlapping lines lock the most extreme heat inside, and the creator of the mural uses these layers of progressive colors to express the brightness in the center.

Layer after layer, like a whirlpool that keeps falling into the center. Just looking at the image on the mural, Mo Ling felt like he was staring at an eternal flame.

In a daze, the twisted lines seemed to begin to shake, and the flames on the mural seemed to begin to burn.

The solidified sparks burned farther and farther, falling on the fleeing dark creatures, and then burned away the hair on their bodies until they were naked...

They wailed and stretched out their claws, but they were instantly melted by the high temperature. They fled in pain, but their tails were burned to ashes in the flames until they were completely alienated. Their burned souls burned with sparks, and they could no longer survive. Merging into the darkness, covered with hot ashes, he could no longer bear the coldness of the eternal night.

From then on, they were no longer the gifted children of darkness, but the burned residue, becoming ashes driven by flames.

Mo Ling felt a sense of suffocation and was instantly separated from the mural.

He suddenly felt that the flame seemed to be looking at him...

The layers of lines suddenly began to tremble, like pupils that were focusing, and they suddenly saw this place from a distance, staring at Mo Ling who was staring at the mural.

Mo Ling was shocked and suddenly thought of what Li Luo had just said:

"We will be discovered by it if we use its image and record its existence. It has found us. Although we are hiding very hiddenly, as long as the contact is still there, it will definitely catch up."

This is what the phantom told Li Luo. As long as the mural is still there, if you look at the flames on the mural, you will be discovered by the flames.

Mo Ling immediately became nervous.

His body at this time had a physical fear of the flames.

It was an uncontrollable feeling of nausea, just like when humans see dirty insects, they are scared and disgusted, and they can't help but want to stay away.

Could it be that it has really discovered me?

Just looking at the mural and it finding me?

Mo Ling looked at the flames on the mural again, motionless, as if everything he just saw was an illusion, but as his eyes moved, the layers of lines began to twist again.

The flames suddenly ignited, and the previous scene reappeared.

Burn, escape, transform, ashes...

The flaming figure seemed to have really arrived in front of him, showing his power to Mo Ling.

The second time he saw the wanton burning flames, Mo Ling's body still felt fear and nausea, but another feeling emerged——

A sense of awe.

It was as if I suddenly saw something great, and I couldn't help but feel awe from the bottom of my heart, not knowing where it came from.

Obviously physically resisting, but also extremely awed, an extremely contradictory feeling appeared in Mo Ling's heart.

"I seem to have seen a great cockroach..."

This feeling is difficult to describe. Even Mo Ling himself can't quite understand it. His thoughts were instantly confused...

"While eating, a cockroach climbed onto the table, swung its tentacles, and jumped onto the food that was about to be eaten."

"It just happened to fall into the sauce on the edge of the dinner plate. It was covered in oil, wrapped in the sauce, and kept rolling. The sauce was thrown to the dining table by the cockroach's arthropods, and there was a smell of salty smell. The smell, a broken cockroach leg, floating with the oil star, still twitching slightly. "

"The cockroach struggled to climb up the shore, flapped its wings, and threw the sauce everywhere. It began to lick its feet and taste the food that originally belonged to humans."

"Then, it finally noticed the humans at the dining table, moved its tentacles slightly, and looked over..."

"A great glance suddenly came upon me."

"Awe arises spontaneously along with disgust and disgust."

This thing that shouldn't be great, but it gives people a great feeling.

If it was something else, it would be fine, but it was a disgusting cockroach.

The human beings at the table could only freeze in place, and now Mo Ling was the same, trapped in the tangled and contradictory senses, stagnant.

"What on earth is this fire?"

Although Mo Ling no longer looked at the mural, the contradictory feeling still echoed in his heart, sometimes disgusted, sometimes in awe.

This also made him constantly imagine the shape of the flame:

"Layers of flame color."

"Twisted lines."

"Bright center."

"..."

As he recalled it over and over again, the image of the flame was engraved deeper and deeper in his heart. He stopped himself from imagining it more than once, but as long as that strange feeling appeared, he could no longer control his thoughts.

Repeated again and again, the flame has taken root in his mind.

When he realized that something was wrong, Mo Ling could no longer control it.

The less he thought about it, the more he thought about it.

At this time, the image of the flame no longer only existed in the mural, but also existed in Mo Ling's heart...

Not only that, the flame was still staring at Mo Ling.

The gaze was getting closer and closer...