I'm trapped in a cube

I thought I was going to sneak in again, but the door of the church was open, and a group of people in robes were standing in the hall neatly.

They chanted sacred songs while placing their hands reverently on their chests.

The song ended quickly, and they lined up to leave the church and walked toward the bottom of the stairs. The last person closed the door gently.

After seeing Bai Zhou, he made a few gestures and left slowly.

After the man in robe left, Li Luo couldn't wait to ask: "What is he talking about?".

Bai Zhou looked around cautiously, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he cautiously replied: "He said that the Lord of Righteousness is sick, so don't disturb him."

Is it true that the Lord is in this church?

They looked at each other, looked around, then secretly opened the church door and slipped in.

It was really empty in here, no one was there.

The church was specially designed. The sunlight shines in from the high holes. It is obviously made of black stone bricks, but it looks extremely bright.

"Look over there." Bai Zhou pointed at a strange light on the wall and reminded him.

That is, a black light.

"Why is there black light?" Mo Ling felt that his ideas were greatly impacted.

Color is the human brain's different perception of light of different frequencies.

When there is no light, all that is perceived is black.

The light in front of you is indeed black. It can brighten the surroundings while maintaining the darkness inside.

Bai Zhou walked forward curiously, looked at the black light, and murmured to himself: "This is the first time I have seen black light."

At this moment, a figure wrapped in a robe suddenly appeared behind him, with a huge hood covering his entire head. His face could not be seen clearly, and a slightly hoarse voice came from the figure's mouth.

"This is light created with the power of language, because the most basic creation is originally black, unless words of color are added, but it must meet the characteristics of light, so it can reflect such wonderful characteristics."

"The word light is pronounced like 'tta' in this language, just like the sound that burst out from the crack when the heaven and earth were first divided. It needs to be read both delicately and shockingly. This sense of contradiction is reflected in the human vocal organ. It’s hard to read.”

As he spoke, he raised his palm, and a black ball of light bloomed in his hand and disappeared as he clenched his fist.

Mo Ling was startled by the sudden figure in robes. He was about to attack, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

I can understand the language he speaks!

This robed man is not twisted!

Mo Ling's vision instantly immersed in his body, but all he saw was air.

Its appearance is like a thin membrane, like an empty "model" with nothing inside.

Of course, Mo Ling couldn't find those twisted organs.

The appearance of the robed figure also surprised Bai Zhou. He quickly called out his water tentacles and looked at the robed figure warily.

"Now I want to ask you a question. Please choose one of the following words that is not a plant."

"A. Birch."

"B. Mimosa."

"C.Penguin."

"D. Thorns."

The man in robe sighed and replied: "C, right? You don't have to ask me questions, I'm not distorted."

He seemed very helpless about Bai Zhou's problem.

But Bai Zhou did not stop asking. Instead, he asked all ten questions and found that the robed figure could answer them before he withdrew the water flow tentacle.

"Now it's your turn to ask me." Bai Zhou said seriously to the robed figure.

"No need, I know you haven't been twisted." The man in the robe didn't want to ask questions.

But just like when facing Li Luo, Bai Zhou still insisted on his opinion and had to let him ask a question.

Finally, the robed figure reluctantly thought of a question and asked Bai Zhou, and Bai Zhou answered it logically.

After confirming each other, Bai Zhou couldn't wait to ask: "Who are you?"

The robed figure said calmly: "People here call me 'The Lord of Righteousness'."

As soon as he said these words, Bai Zhou once again called out his water tentacles and surrounded the Lord of Righteousness, his eyes full of vigilance.

However, the Lord of Righteousness stood calmly, looking at Li Luo and Bai Zhou like an interrogator.

"You are not distorted. Is it the effect of the relic?"

Neither of them answered him, but he didn't care. He turned around and shouted a strange syllable at the church door. A black lock appeared out of thin air and locked the door.

Bai Zhou saw him skillfully using the power of the spirit spirit, and became even more vigilant. The tentacles of the water flow tightened, trying to tie him up.

However, an unexpected scene happened. The tentacles seemed to have passed through the air, passing directly through the body of the Lord of Zhengyan.

He didn't exist at all. Bai Zhou waved his tentacles and touched him for a long time, but he couldn't affect him.

The tentacle was cut off by the figure of the Lord of Righteousness, as if it had been molded out.

"The power of water flow must be a diving helmet. You should have used identity recognition to avoid distortion, if I'm not wrong."

The Lord of Righteousness turned to look at Li Luo's donkey ears again, and said curiously: "The relics I haven't seen before should have the same effect. You guys are really smart."

His tone sounded devoid of any irony and came from the heart, but it seemed very abrupt at this time.

"I see, you probably want to escape from the Black Tower, right?" He easily guessed what they were thinking.

But he shook his head again and said slightly frustrated: "It's not possible now. The Black Tower won't let anyone leave now. Even I am trapped. Now that there are two more of you, it will not be open. ”

"I know you have a lot of doubts. Just ask whatever you want. After all, we are all trapped here, and we are considered companions." Zhengyanzhu was talking to himself, not caring about the tense atmosphere at all.

Bai Zhou was still stirring with his tentacles, but the tentacles searched every part of Zhengyanzhu's body, but could not touch the entity. The test was fruitless, so he could only withdraw the tentacles.

"Did you write that ritual book?" Bai Zhou asked puzzledly.

Zhengyanzhu was very confused when he heard Bai Zhou's question: "Book of rituals?"

Bai Zhou took out the shabby book from his robe and held it up in front of the Lord of Righteousness.

After reading this book, Zhengyanzhu suddenly realized.

"Yes, I wrote this. What's wrong?" It seems that Zhengyanzhu doesn't think it is a ritual book.

Mo Ling was a little confused. The complicated contents and various steps in the book were obviously intentional.

Moreover, the "promotion" of the man in the robe was clearly the result of someone deliberately guiding them, perhaps even accelerating their distortion.

While Mo Ling was thinking, the Lord of Righteousness stretched out his hand and took the ritual book from Bai Zhou's hand.

Isn't he out of reach?

Under Bai Zhou's shocked eyes, Zhengyanzhu picked up the book and read it. The more he read, the more fascinated he became. He pointed at the content and marveled at it with relish.

"Which genius changed it for me like this?"