I'm trapped in a cube

Standing blankly in the sea of ​​sand, Mo Ling felt unprecedented terror.

The stiff body no longer dared to take a step forward.

The sea of ​​sand was very cold. In the past, Mo Ling would have had a fire in his heart to support him, but now the fire in his heart seemed to be extinguished, leaving him without the courage to even slightly bend his body.

"Otherwise, let's do this..."

It's enough. He has touched enough of the world and seen enough beauty. He is already much better than those ignorant companions. He is just a weak fingerworm and there is no need to force himself.

However, when Mo Ling thought about hiding in the cave, she was filled with reluctance.

If he had stayed in the cave from the beginning, he would not have been so unwilling.

Now, he has seen the vastness of the world and touched so many wonderful things personally. Now if he is asked to go back, he will never let go.

Morrington immediately understood the helplessness of the old fingerworm.

"This refers to the limitations that insects can reach..."

The cold evening wind blew over Mo Ling's body, and some fine wind sand also slapped on Mo Ling's body, causing him pain.

Mo Ling touched himself and found that he had become much rougher without knowing it.

While touching the world, the world was also changing him, causing hard and rough calluses to grow on his body, and the original lines were being rubbed and blurred.

Feeling the changes in himself, Mo Ling was actually in a trance.

"Me, still me?"

"Touch can't change the world, but it can change myself?"

The fine wind sand blew over the rough joints, and Mo Ling vaguely thought of his companions in the cave. He had been walking for so long. If he went back now, they wouldn't recognize him, right?

This is the longest time Mo Ling has thought about since traveling.

He thought of the beauty of the world from the disaster, from the confused fingerworm tribe to the future of the tribe, from the sea to the endless desert, from the soft jelly to the rough cocoon.

Until the sun shined down again, shining on his already cold body.

Mo Ling moved, he bent his body and crawled forward again.

When the warm heat melted into his whole body, the beauty of the world once again defeated the fear in his heart.

Some yearnings cannot be stopped even by death.

Mo Ling kept crawling forward, climbed over the tumbling sand dunes, jumped over the sinking quicksand, and finally climbed out of the sea of ​​sand.

When his fingertips touched the wet soil again, he knew that he had stepped out of the desert.

"There are many trees here."

Mo Ling gently touched the cylindrical object in front of him. He walked around for a long time before walking around the trunk of the tree. The thick trunk and thick bark showed that this was a very old tree. .

Mo Ling bent her body and climbed up the tree.

However, before he could touch those soft leaves, he felt his body being picked up by something hard, detached from the trunk, and flew towards the sky.

"What is this? Is this also a disaster?"

Before Mo Ling could react, the thing threw him into a circular area surrounded by branches.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ling felt that his body was being attacked by some sharp objects. Those sharp objects seemed to want to cut open his body and gnaw at his flesh and blood.

However, these sharp objects were also competing with each other, and Mo Ling could only keep rolling to avoid these attacks.

But his resistance seemed to have no effect. The hard thing clamped him again and threw him among those sharp objects.

Mo Ling felt like his body was almost cut open.

He curled himself up into a ball. If it weren't for the rough cocoons that could protect him, he would have become a bloody mess at this moment.

At the critical moment, that strange feeling appeared in Mo Ling's heart again.

He touched the sharp objects that were attacking him and remembered them in his heart. Then, with him as the center, a small cubic hole appeared, directly absorbing all the branches under him and the sharp objects around him. Cut.

Mo Ling felt some warm liquid splashing onto him, as well as the vibration of those sharp objects falling on the branches. The circular area wrapped by the branches seemed to be unable to hold up and was slowly falling apart.

Not long after, the branches under him spread out, and Mo Ling also fell from the circular area.

He thought he could escape, but he was caught by the hard thing again.

And this time, the hard thing seemed to be used with great force, as if it was very angry.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that this might be another kind of creature, and this kind of creature was hunting him!

But no matter how hard Mo Ling struggled, he could not escape the creature's control.

The creature pinched him and stopped on a branch. Then, Mo Ling felt another huge force acting on the roots of his body.

"It's trying to tear me apart!"

An alarm bell rang in Mo Ling's heart, and he wanted to use his ability again, but the pain made him faint.

In a daze, Mo Ling suddenly realized that he could no longer feel the lower half of his body.

"Am I being ripped apart?"

There was no more sharp pain, replaced by constant numbness.

"I haven't even touched its outline yet it was ripped apart?"

Mo Ling once again felt the weakness of the finger worm. He wanted to use the ability that saved him twice, but the creature was still torturing him, making his consciousness more and more blurred and unable to concentrate.

Just when Mo Ling was desperate, the creature's attack suddenly stopped, and then the creature fell on the branch. Mo Ling only felt a vibration, and then he probed in the direction of the vibration and only touched some warm liquid.

"Did it fall? Who did it?"

Mo Ling's body was becoming weaker and weaker. Half of his body was torn off. He couldn't live long. He could only force himself to hold on and wanted to touch more things.

But now, he didn't even know who the murderer who hurt him was.

Weakness accompanied the finger worm throughout his life. Mo Ling had tried his best, two disasters, and faced death twice.

At this moment of death, Mo Ling did not regret it at all. It was his own choice to walk out of the cave, and it was also his choice to take risks.

Those things he had touched appeared in his mind one by one.

"If I had never left the cave, I wouldn't have felt them, right?" At this moment, Mo Ling had the same feeling as the old finger worm before he died.

Being near death seemed to make his body more sensitive, and those familiar touches kept appearing like hallucinations.

"Hard, soft, rough, smooth, tangible, intangible..."

"So beautiful... so beautiful."

He clearly didn't touch all of this, but he felt it all again.

The sun passed over the treetops and shone on the dying body.

For weak lives, the world is full of dangers and disasters. They will never know which will come first, death or sunshine.

They can only clumsily stretch out their fingers and touch the foggy future...