I'm trapped in a cube

"Let's go." Jeff said calmly, but there was unhidden worry in his tone.

Because they could participate in the Sea Moon Ceremony, the pseudo-fish people were very excited, and no one noticed anything was wrong with Jeff, so they all rushed to the moon altar happily.

Only Li Luo, who was behind, looked at Jeff in confusion.

"What's wrong?" She probably noticed something unusual about Jeff.

As if his thinking was interrupted, Jeff was startled and turned his head to look at Li Luo blankly.

After coming back to his senses, he slowly replied: "It's nothing, let's go."

After saying that, he took Li Luo and followed him.

But along the way, Jeff still looked worried.

Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and asked: "Humans can also sacrifice, right?"

"certainly."

"Would such an altar be built?"

"Will do."

After getting an affirmative answer, Jeff stopped talking again and lowered his head while walking...

Soon, everyone came to the edge of the Moon Altar.

As we got closer, the oppressive feeling of this huge altar became more and more obvious.

The Moon Altar in the mist is like a giant beast whose complete body cannot be seen, entrenched in the fjord, ready to move.

The arrival of the pseudo-murloc quickly attracted the attention of other fish-men.

But none of them stopped what they were doing. They just looked at Jeff and his group silently, with strange looks coming from them frequently. Then they quietly walked around and chose other transportation routes.

Not long after, the fish-men who were busy just now disappeared. They must have found other passages to avoid the pseudo-murlocs.

Although the exclusion has not been made explicit, this depressive atmosphere has spread.

The pseudo-fish people who were excited just now were suddenly extinguished in their enthusiasm and were embarrassed to the point of shame.

"Get to work."

Jeff greeted the pseudo-murlocs and walked onto the passage to the Moon Altar.

The passage is built inside the Moon Altar, spiraling upward and extending in all directions, with many branch roads.

These passages are very wide to facilitate the transportation of goods.

I also saw many fishmen in the passage, but they would get out of the way in time, choose another branch, and automatically stay away from the pseudo-murlocs.

This also makes the pseudo-fish people very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the passage was not long. Jeff should have chosen the shortest path when leading the way, and it didn't take long for him to reach the Moon Altar.

The breeze blew by, the mist moved slowly, and it was so quiet that there was no sound.

Other fishmen seemed to have avoided this place long ago, so there were no fishmen working here.

Mo Ling's vision extended around and found that this place was actually near the edge of the sea.

They were twisting and turning in the passage, and they had reached the other side of the Moon Altar without knowing it.

Some wooden boxes were placed on the edge of the passage, probably brought up by the previous fishmen, and they were piled up all around.

"These are wooden boxes, and the contents inside must be arranged." Jeff said to the pseudo-murlocs.

"What are these?" Although they lost their initial enthusiasm at this time, they still asked seriously.

"Bait."

Bait?

The pseudo-fish people were very confused.

The shrimp-headed man walked to a wooden box, used water flow to pull out the nails, and looked inside.

Inside the box were messy piles of expired human food, as well as various seasoning bottles. It was like a hodgepodge of food waste.

The packaging of these foods was covered with thick dust, and some were damaged. The food inside leaked out and became rotten and smelly under the influence of the mist.

As soon as the box was opened, the rotten smell escaped.

The shrimp-headed man tore open a bag containing potato chips, and a black lump fell out of it.

These black lumps also emit a foul odor.

The thick fog covering Fishman Island is so powerful that it can affect even well-packaged food.

"It turns out they didn't trade these foods from humans for eating."

It's meant to be used as bait.

But can these rotten foods really be used as bait?

What can be induced?

Mo Ling was still puzzled. The pseudo-murlocs who came forward and saw the rotten food in the box seemed to understand something instantly and all looked at Jeff.

Their eyes were filled with shock and some fear.

"Hai Yue Li needs that thing?" a pseudo-fish man asked in disbelief.

"Yes, it is clearly recorded in ancient books that it takes a lot." Jeff affirmed.

Jeff pointed to other boxes in the distance: "The cage is inside. It took the village a long time to prepare it, but too many were needed, so there was no time to decorate the moon altar."

The shrimp-headed man walked in the direction that Jeff pointed, opened a small opening in the box, and took out a small wooden ball from inside.

The ball was only the size of a walnut and very round. The shrimp-headed man played with it for a while, while a pair of shrimp tentacles kept shaking anxiously.

"Too many, very dangerous." He said worriedly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent.

The box was filled with identical wooden balls.

Mo Ling was confused as he listened.

Why are these balls called "cages"?

What exactly are they trying to catch?

My vision sank into the small ball. It was solid inside and could not trap any living thing at all.

It's also very small and doesn't look very lethal.

The only thing that is very strange is that the surfaces of these small balls are very smooth, and they seem to be wrapped in a thin layer of wax.

Just like the materials in the library that Mo Ling saw before.

"Is this immortal wood?"

After observing carefully for a moment, Mo Ling was sure that he was right.

These strange wooden balls are indeed immortal wood, but the waxy light is much lighter than those in the library and ancient fish-man books. There is only a shallow layer and it is very thin.

"What other functions does immortal wood have?" Even after knowing about this small wooden ball, Mo Ling was still confused and could only wait for the answers from everyone present.

However, the silence continued, no one present spoke, and the atmosphere was very delicate.

At this moment, the shrimp-headed man broke the silence:

"Did the patriarch ask us to do this?" He asked in a somewhat lonely tone.

Jeff shook his head: "No, he just agreed to let me ask you for help. Even if you don't do it, other tribesmen will."

"Everyone is the same."

After hearing these words, the shrimp-headed man's shrimp tentacles stopped shaking, and his hand holding the ball slowly loosened.

"If I had told you earlier, I thought we were really abandoned."

"The patriarch will never give up on anyone." Jeff looked at the shrimp-headed man and said seriously: "He has always treated everyone equally..."

The shrimp-headed man waved his hand: "It goes without saying. Anyway, someone from the tribe must do this, whether it's other people or 'freaks' like us."

"Worrying so much about what to do will only increase your worries."

Speaking of this, his shrimp whiskers stood up again.

"Do you want to do it or not?" He turned his head and looked at the group of silent pseudo-fishmen.

"Come on, what are you afraid of?" A pseudo-fishman rolled up his sleeves.

"For the fish people..."

"For the fish people!"