I'm trapped in a cube

"Why is the view so strange?"

Mo Ling was a little dizzy from the shaking picture. He could not see the man's face clearly from his perspective. He only knew that his field of vision was always moving with the man.

After some time, the man finally caught up with the team.

However, something was wrong with the team at this time.

Although the original team members were a little tired, they were still in order, but now they were in a mess, scattered in different positions, waving their weapons as if they were on guard against something.

What's even more strange is that some black stains appeared on the bodies of these team members. These stains covered their clothes and even penetrated into their clothes.

"What it is?"

When the screen stopped shaking, Mo Ling saw clearly that those black stains were actually some kind of squirming sludge!

The silt did not get into the clothes from the outside, but seeped out from their skin.

"It crawled out of them!"

The sludge seemed to be secretions from their bodies, appearing continuously from various parts of their bodies. It first accumulated on the skin, and then slowly squirmed and got out of the clothes. Only then did stains appear on the clothes.

Not only that, those team members seemed to be going crazy, waving their weapons around from time to time, as if they were attacking non-existent enemies.

After seeing such a scene, the man who had been following Mo Ling's perspective made a surprised voice: "Death Swamp?"

Dead swamp? What's this? Is it the mud on their bodies?

Mo Ling was still confused, and her perspective shook again.

After stabilizing again, the perspective actually changed to another direction, focusing on a surprised face. This face was very familiar to Mo Ling.

"Zhou Dynasty?"

It turns out that the person the perspective has been following is the Zhou Dynasty!

But why is the perspective always so weird?

Before Mo Ling had time to think, Zhou Chao walked towards his teammates who were entangled in the mud.

Those teammates also discovered Zhou Chao, who was belatedly arriving.

"Zhou Chao, knock us out and send us back to the monitoring station!" Those teammates shouted at Zhou Chao.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chao's face immediately turned pale, and uncontrollable fear was revealed on his face.

But at this time, the captain spoke again.

"No! Zhou Dynasty, you bypass us, go directly to the monitoring station, and ask the monitoring station to send people to rescue us! The source of the dead swamp may still be nearby, and you may be cursed if you come here rashly!"

Compared to the panicked team members, the captain seemed much calmer.

"We can still hold on for a while. Those spirits can't do anything to us. As long as we deal with the approaching spirits in time, the death swamp on us will not spread. Zhou Dynasty! Go to the monitoring station and hurry up!"

However, in the face of death, this temporarily formed team had no discipline at all. Some team members ignored the captain's orders and began to persuade the Zhou Dynasty.

"It's okay! The source of the curse has left! Zhou Chao, come directly and knock us out, don't be afraid!"

After hearing these completely opposite remarks, Zhou Chao was stunned.

He was already inexperienced, and his slightly young face was full of tangles. He didn't know how to face these teammates who got along day and night.

"I...can't get close to you, the curse will spread."

His voice was a little weak, and his teammates in the distance didn't hear it.

"What's the source? Did you really leave?" Zhou Chao shouted to those teammates.

But his voice was lost in silence. Those teammates were busy dealing with the new wave of enemies and couldn't pay attention to him. Only the captain waved his hand vigorously to him, indicating that he should leave quickly.

This time, Zhou Chao was even more confused. He had never experienced such a choice.

So, he looked at the stone sword in his hand.

His eyes passed through the stone scabbard and looked at Mo Ling, who was not here.

Mo Ling was startled by this sudden look.

"He's looking at me?"

wrong! Is he looking at Shi Jian or talking to Shi Jian?

Zhou Chao's pupils reflected the ordinary stone sword, with its rough stone blade and thick handle, which were exactly the same as the holy sword in Mo Ling's memory.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that what he had been following turned out to be the perspective of the holy sword, which was always swaying because it was hung on his waist by Zhou Chao.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhou Chao's forehead, his lips trembled slightly, he was breathing heavily, and the hand holding the holy sword was trembling.

Mo Ling could feel that he was very scared, and his eyes staring at the holy sword were not firm and kept shaking.

"Captain is lying to me. The spread of the dead swamp will not stop just because the spirit body is defeated..." Zhou Chao looked at the holy sword and muttered to himself: "That kind of invisible spirit body will keep chasing. Killing the cursed target will cause the Death Swamp to become increasingly severe with any interaction with the spirit, including combat."

"He wanted to trick me into leaving..."

Zhou Chao gritted his teeth and instantly understood what the captain meant.

"The mud has covered their bodies. They can't hold on for long. Even if they can defeat the spirit body, the mud will occupy their lungs and they will soon die of suffocation."

Zhou Chao looked at the holy sword in his hand and muttered feebly. The veins on his arm holding the holy sword also popped out.

"I have to save them!"

His eyes suddenly became firm and no longer flickered, and the fear on his face was eliminated by courage. He took steps again and walked towards his teammates.

One step, two steps, when he came to his teammates, a cold wind suddenly blew around, and white shadows appeared out of thin air around him.

"Sure enough, the source of the curse has not left." Zhou Chao laughed at himself. He was reckless after all.

But he did not regret it. While the white shadow was not completely condensed, he rushed forward, raised the holy sword, and hit a teammate's head hard, knocking him out on the spot.

"Next one."

The teammates were scattered in different positions. Zhou Chao took advantage of his vision not being completely blinded by the white shadow, and quickly memorized the position of his teammates. He rushed to the nearby teammates and hit them hard on the head.

They were already deeply trapped in the dead swamp, as if they were confused, and randomly attacked the white shadows around them. They were covered in mud and their movements became sluggish, and they didn't even have time to save themselves.

Time was running out, and Zhou Chao had no time to consider whether the strength was appropriate. As long as he could knock him out, he would hit him as hard as he could.

If he continued to delay, he might not even have a chance to take action.

In this way, while the spirits around him were not fully generated, Zhou Chao quickly rescued all his teammates.

"Only the captain is left..." He rushed towards the captain, but before he reached the captain, he was stopped by a group of white shadows.

These white shadows look exactly like humans. If you don't look at the virtual bodies, they look like living humans, but Zhou Chao knows that this is just a simulated attack method of the dead swamp.

This simulation will make the victim more frightened, and fear is also one of the ways to interact with spirits.

"Since fighting is also interaction, and getting hurt is also interaction, then simply don't fight." Zhou Chao gritted his teeth and passed directly through the spirit, allowing those invisible attacks to fall on him.

Black mud instantly appeared in Zhou Chao's eye sockets, and layers of white shadows crawled all over his body. These white shadows lost other targets and all gathered around Zhou Chao.

He staggered with the holy sword, walked through the white shadow area like a gauze, and walked towards the captain. The mud gradually wrapped around his body, and the wriggling black mud flowed under his feet.

"The last one... the last one..." Zhou Chao stared at the front, and raised the holy sword in his hand into the air, but the white shadows made him unable to see the captain's position clearly.

"Where?" He raised the sword, but he had no idea where to start.

His eyes were full of mud, and he could no longer see the front clearly. The white shadows were everywhere, blinding everything.

"Is there no way out?" Despair filled his heart, and he still couldn't catch up.

However, just when he was about to give up, a huge square-shaped hole suddenly appeared in the thick white shadow area.

The hole swallowed up all the white shadows in it, and inside the smooth edge was an extremely clear road ahead.

It turned out that the captain was not far away from him two meters away.

Now, Zhou Chao's sword could finally fall, and he didn't think about the suddenly appearing block.

There was only one thought in his mind - to swing the sword in his hand down with all his might!