I'm trapped in a cube

"Our group arrived at the third level of the abyss and found an island to settle down."

Mo Ling listened and became even more confused.

emperor?

Qiuxian asked?

"When did that happen?"

Looking at Bai Zhou's cloth, Mo Ling even felt that he was not from this era.

However, at this moment, Mo Ling suddenly thought of the backward clock on the Moon Altar.

Thinking of today's weird scene, he had a brand new guess:

"Did I come to another era?"

When he thought of this, Mo Ling asked Bai Zhou: "What is the name of the emperor who sent you to sea to seek immortality?"

Hearing Mo Ling's words, Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth but said nothing, as if he was unwilling to answer Mo Ling's question.

But not long after, he sighed and replied: "Zheng, our emperor is called Zheng."

Hearing this, Mo Ling could no longer suppress the shock in his heart:

"Ying's surname is Zhao, Mingzheng?"

"Yes." Bai Zhou nodded: "Have the people on our island told you?"

"I told you." Mo Ling nodded stiffly.

While dealing with Bai Zhou, Mo Ling's heart was in turmoil.

What time did he arrive at?

"Two thousand two hundred years? Qin Dynasty?"

Why is Bai Zhou here too?

What's going on in this fish-human prison?

Is all this real?

Nothing.

After understanding the situation, Mo Ling could only calm down. He decided to sneak in on Bai Zhou to find out the news.

"Why do the fishmen want to capture you?"

"Weren't you also arrested? They will arrest everyone." Bai Zhou replied matter-of-factly.

Catch everyone?

This seemed completely different from the fish-men in Mo Ling's impression.

Could it be that the murlocs of 2,200 years ago were still completely uncivilized?

However, looking at the level of technology in this prison, it doesn't look like it is uncivilized, but rather much more advanced.

"How did you get caught?" Mo Ling continued to ask.

However, after hearing this question, Bai Zhou stopped talking. His mood dropped again, with a lonely look on his face.

"What else can I do?"

After giving a simple answer, Bai Zhou didn't respond, lowered his head and retreated into the corner.

The shadows covered him, just like when Mo Ling first came to the prison, he was completely invisible.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Mo Ling didn't know what he said wrongly. Bai Zhou, who was very enthusiastic just now, suddenly became like this.

Just when Mo Ling was about to let Bai Zhou calm down for a while, Bai Zhou, who was staying in the corner, spoke again: "It's almost time. They should be here soon. Don't say anything, just let me come."

them? Are they fishmen?

Just when he was wondering, the door at the end of the corridor suddenly made a sound. Several fully armed fishmen opened the door and walked towards the depths of the prison.

The clothes of these fishmen were also completely different from what Mo Ling remembered. Their bodies were covered with thick rune parts, and these parts were interlocked to form an exquisite armor.

Each part has different sizes and shapes, but they all fit closely with the fish-men's bodies, as if they were tailor-made for them, and they fit extremely well.

Not only that, there are also some free parts floating around these armors, which seem to have other functions. They surround these fishmen like satellites, vigilantly guarding their surroundings.

As soon as they entered the prison, these parts spread out and stared at every prisoner in the prison.

Including the room where Mo Ling was at this time, a part also flew in.

Bai Zhou's whisper came from behind: "Don't do anything weird, stay away from that thing."

His tone was extremely nervous, as if he was worried that Mo Ling would do something dangerous to the parts flying at the prison door.

Mo Ling, who was confused, had no choice but to retreat slowly as he said.

However, the part was directly integrated into the prison iron fence, passed through, and continued to stare at Mo Ling.

The runes inside the part glowed slightly, as if something was brewing.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ling had no choice but to stand still, motionless.

Several fishmen in the corridor did not stop in front of other prisons, but walked directly to the door of Moling's prison.

With a wave of their hands, the prison's iron bars slowly melted away, and the flying parts moved to the other side, but they were still aimed at Mo Ling.

Looking at the several fishmen in front of him, Mo Ling suddenly recognized the leader.

Although the appearance of the fishmen are all similar, if you get along with them for a long time, you can still find subtle differences.

"Jeff?" Mo Ling couldn't help but ask.

Yes, the leader of the fish-man is none other than Jeff.

Mo Ling didn't know where he had arrived and why he met so many familiar people.

Is this some kind of illusion, or is it really going back in time?

If this is real history, why are there these people who only appear in the future?

At this time, Jeff, whose name was called, did not answer. Instead, several fishmen around him reacted violently.

"Call General Jeff!"

They called to the parts around them and quickly surrounded Mo Ling.

Just as he was about to take action, Jeff raised his hand and stopped the fishmen's behavior.

"Can you speak fishman language?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jeff asked such a question.

"Yes." Mo Ling nodded.

"What race are you?" Jeff continued.

"The Cube Clan." Mo Ling thought for a moment and directly took the name Bai Zhou guessed before and applied it.

Jeff nodded thoughtfully: "It's a race I've never heard of and can speak fish-human language, that would be great..."

After briefly responding, Jeff said nothing more.

At this time, Jeff had a vague aura of a superior, his every move revealed dignity, and he spoke calmly. Apart from the same appearance, he seemed to be a different person.

"General Jeff?" Mo Ling recalled what the other fishmen said just now and had a guess in his mind.

The current Jeff probably has an unusual status among the fishmen.

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding fishmen did not dare to express their anger.

It wasn't until Jeff was silent for a period of time that the fish began to move again.

However, this time their spearhead was not pointed at Mo Ling, but at Bai Zhou in the corner.

"come over."

After a cold greeting, Bai Zhou immediately came to several fishmen.

A fishman raised his hand, and a part flying in the sky turned around and stabbed hard into the back of Bai Zhou's neck. The deep handle penetrated directly into Bai Zhou's flesh and blood.

Bai Zhou fell down in pain, then stood up unsteadily. Blood seeped out of the wound and flowed down his back like it was free.

Immediately afterwards, the part stuck in the back of Bai Zhou's neck shimmered, and the blood quickly solidified.

Bai Zhou's face was pale, and his lips had lost all color, but he still managed to stand firm, his body swaying, and his forehead was quickly covered with sweat.

When he spoke again, it was already in fluent fish-man language.

"Thank you for your gifts, adults."