I'm trapped in a cube

Jeff has always felt that these pseudo-fish people are no different from himself.

That’s why we can always face them with a normal heart.

Jeff, who has experienced the influence of various ethnic cultures, does not care about "others".

However, he also understood that most people on Fishman Island could not accept aliens, so he slowly began to understand the patriarch's approach.

"Recognition is not enough." Jeff said helplessly.

After listening to Jeff's unique insights, Li Luo nodded thoughtfully.

Mo Ling was also surprised.

"You can't tell a person by his appearance."

Jeff is not as stupid as he appears, but is as wise as a fool.

Still sighing, the shrimp-headed man who had gone away hurried back with a group of strange races.

These races all have human-like bodies and wear various styles of clothing, but their heads are all different creatures.

Moring even saw some land creatures like eagles and hamsters.

But thinking about Bai Zhou's example, the appearance of these creatures is completely understandable.

If you look closely, you will see that these pseudo-fishmen all wear metal parts in various shapes, including bracelets, rings, necklaces, helmets... everything.

It seems that these parts are what caused the pseudo-murlocs to appear.

They distort the user's identity and create so many "murlocs".

"They should have figured this out a long time ago."

Looking at the very conspicuous parts on these pseudo-murlocs, Mo Ling guessed that both the fishmen and the pseudo-murlocs knew how tricky these parts were.

However, they don't know the principle of identity distortion, and they don't understand the function of this part.

Of course, I don’t dare to act rashly.

"Where do these things come from?"

Mo Ling thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the result.

In the "backstory" of the pseudo-fishman, parts appear on his body out of thin air without any warning.

When it appears, the wearer has already twisted it, and it will have no effect even if it is taken off.

But these fake fishmen still wear them.

"Maybe they all realize the importance of these parts, so they carry them with them." Mo Ling thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, these strange-looking pseudo-fishmen had already rushed in front of him.

When they arrived, they greeted Jeff cordially, and Jeff responded seriously.

"That's all there are." The shrimp-headed man panted, "This is everyone I can find."

"Enough, that's a lot."

Li Luo stood on tiptoes and searched the crowd for a long time. Then he stopped the shrimp-headed man and asked curiously: "Is there a man named Bai Zhou among you? He is wearing a diving helmet..."

"Bai Zhou?" The shrimp-headed man looked at Li Luo in surprise: "Yes!"

Really?

Bai Zhou returned to Fishman Island?

But among these pseudo-fishmen, there is no figure of Bai Zhou.

"I don't know what he's been up to lately. He hasn't seen anyone else for a long time. I didn't find him just now. Are you his friend?" asked the shrimp-headed man.

Li Luo nodded.

Knowing that Li Luo was Bai Zhou's friend, the shrimp-headed man was very happy. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell him next time I see him."

Seeing how enthusiastic the shrimp-headed man was, Li Luo quickly thanked him.

In this way, Jeff led a group of pseudo-fishmen with different appearances and walked towards the moon altar.

The journey was not far. After climbing over several low hills, Jeff pointed to the distance and said, "We're here."

Mo Ling's field of vision was limited and he could only see a corner, which seemed to be the edge of a fjord. The support columns of a stone building rested on the hard rock formations at the edge of the fjord.

Some fishmen were carrying goods, controlling the water flow to transport the goods to the stone building.

Just seeing a corner of the building, Mo Ling realized that it was not a simple "altar".

But some kind of spectacle.

Because the support pillars are so huge, according to the proportion, such thick support pillars are needed. This stone building must be very spectacular.

Sure enough, all the pseudo-murlocs were looking at the fjord with fascination.

Even Li Luo looked blankly into the distance, seeming to see something incomprehensible.

Finally, she took out her recording device and pointed it into the distance.

On the screen, a looming huge circular platform appeared in the mist.

Countless lampposts and firelights shone on the platform, reflecting a bright moon in the dim fog.

The circular platform is entirely made of stone. Half of it is built on a high fjord, with thick support pillars dug into the rock wall. The other half of it stands on the sea, hanging in the air in a very unstable posture. .

The huge platform occupies a mountain, like a giant beast, swallowing half of the mountain fiercely.

As the light swept across, the stone texture on the platform was also revealed. The fishmen followed the original shape and texture of the stone and carved out runes with the fish-like fish characters.

These runic carvings crawl across the platform, some large and some small.

The most surprising thing is that these carvings are all connected to each other, just like the ancient fishman books that Mo Ling once saw. A small fish fry circulates among these runes and wanders on the stone platform.

When encountering a corner, the runes will also turn. When encountering a dead end, the runes will cross the edge and flip to another plane, shuttling back and forth. From a distance, they look like an endless curve.

But the runes will not intersect, just like a greedy snake, they will never touch their body.

Mo Ling did not see the end of the rune carvings. He only felt that the runes wrapped around the platform seemed to be shaking slightly and crawling slowly. When he looked carefully, he found that they were not moving at all.

"Some kind of optical illusion?" Mo Ling guessed.

These carvings make the platform appear more mysterious. In the mist, the platform seems to be slowly trembling with the runes, swallowing the mountains.

"Is this the altar built by the fishmen for Haiyueli?"

It was indeed some kind of spectacle.

He guessed right, the fishmen spent a lot of manpower and material resources to create such a spectacle.

Mo Ling finally understood why the patriarch kept talking about manpower issues. In order to complete the arrangement of the altar, he even relaxed the original isolation policy for pseudo-fishmen.

"No wonder there is a shortage of manpower."

While looking at the spectacular stone platform on the screen, Mo Ling also noticed something strange about Jeff.

Jeff's fish eyes looked deeply into the distance, not as shocked and yearning as others.

He did not look at the stone platform like others, nor at the mysterious rune carvings.

Instead, he looked at the fishmen who were carrying the goods, with deep sorrow in their eyes.

Under the huge spectacle, the fish-men were like tiny ants, connected in a line, crawling slowly, carrying heavy cargo above their heads.

They gathered together, shuttled among the placed goods, constantly adjusted the water flow, maintained balance, and moved forward with difficulty...