I'm trapped in a cube

Faced with Mo Ling's various wonderful conjectures, the grass did not respond, but just stayed in Mo Ling's hand, silently shining.

The green light flickered, completely illuminating the dim cave into green.

It was quiet all around, with only the sound of Mo Ling talking to himself.

After asking for a while, Mo Ling also realized that his behavior was a bit redundant, scratched his head, and stopped asking.

"What am I doing... Keep going forward."

Mo Ling came here to find the cause of the failure of the green kidney, but at present, he didn't even know what these caves were, neither saw the groups of yellow dead veins, nor did he understand what the green kidney represented.

Except for those yellow insect eggs, nothing was found.

Moreover, he knew very little about those yellow insect eggs. The only thing he knew clearly was:

"They seem to want to parasitize on objects and escape from this cave..."

This is very different from Mo Ling's understanding of the yellow dead veins.

In the previous battle, the Yellow Death Vein that Mo Ling saw was crazy and powerful. Although it was at a disadvantage in the battle, the terrifying momentum of the invasion could not be concealed.

But the yellow insect eggs seen now are more like some "refugees" who fled in panic.

"What are they hiding from?"

Mo Ling thought while staring at the depths of the cave, wondering where this winding cave led to...

After a while, Mo Ling came to a fork again.

This time, he planned to use the method of listening to the sound to find the right way, but when he got close to a road, he heard a sound that surprised him very much.

"River?"

Mo Ling seemed to hear a faint sound of water.

"Is it an underground river? Or something else?"

Mo Ling listened carefully, but the sound was too weak, and Mo Ling couldn't hear what it was, so he had to put it aside temporarily and ran to other forks to listen for a while.

Except for the road with the sound of flowing water, there was nothing strange at the other forks, so Mo Ling immediately made up his mind and walked towards that special road.

The faint sound of flowing water came from the depths of the cave from time to time. As soon as he walked into this fork, Mo Ling found the difference around him.

The gelatinous cave wall seemed to be flickering with a faint light of water. The cave wall here was more crystal clear than the one he had seen before, with high transparency, not as turbid as before.

Mo Ling leaned in front of the cave wall and took a look. There were still those strange lines that spread like blood vessels, but around these lines, there were some more things. It was a viscous yellow-green liquid that was flowing from top to bottom under the action of gravity.

The cave wall was like a layer of glass, sealing these liquids in it. There was an independent flow space behind the glass. These yellow-green water flows continued to seep down along the inside, and it was unknown where they would flow to.

Mo Ling listened carefully. The sound of the water flow did not seem to come from the cave wall, but from a deeper place. So he did not continue to worry about the changes in the cave wall and walked straight to the depths.

The sound of the water flow became more and more obvious. It really sounded like an underground river, but Mo Ling knew that it could not be an underground river.

This was not a normal cave, so how could there be a normal river?

With doubts, Mo Ling quickened his pace, bypassed the cave with many twists and turns, and finally opened up after drilling through several narrow cracks.

"Hua La La..."

The sound of water suddenly became louder.

After passing through the last crack in the cave wall, Mo Ling actually came to a shallow beach.     This seemed to be the main vein of the underground river. The cave wall was very wide, and the river flowed through the center, with yellow-green shallows on both sides.

After arriving at the shallow beach, Mo Ling saw the river flowing in the center at a glance.

It was indeed a river, but it was dark yellow and extremely turbid, like mud mixed with a lot of debris, and looked dirty.

Not only that, the debris in the river water seemed a bit abnormal...

"What is that?"

Mo Ling walked forward curiously and finally saw clearly what the debris mixed in the muddy river was...

"It's a corpse!"

It was a completely swollen corpse, mixed in the mud, constantly rolling, and the specific appearance could no longer be seen. Some were incomplete, some were complete, and the surface was covered with dark yellow mud. As the mud river flowed, it sometimes floated up and sometimes sank...

The mud river flowed slowly in the dim yellow-green fluorescence, as if carrying an unspeakable silence.

The corpses on the river surface were floating quietly, like forgotten lonely boats, with different postures... These seemed to be their postures before death, with a desire for life, but at this time there was only endless sorrow left.

The dim light was scattered on the muddy river, without bringing a trace of warmth. A chill blew towards Mo Ling along the cool breeze by the river. He did not smell any rotten smell of corpses, but a faint smell of dust.

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, souls sink, and the Yellow Spring flows..."

There seemed to be countless dead souls under the Yellow Spring.

What we saw on the river was only a part of it. There were more, covered by the turbid mud and could not see the light of day.

"Is this river... really the Yellow Spring?"

What does the Yellow Death Vein mean? Are they those insects? Or the yellow blood? Or the yellow river in front of us?

Mo Ling was a little confused for a while. He walked to the river in a daze, looking at the flowing Yellow Spring. A dead silence flowed along the river bank to his ankles.

Mo Ling finally saw clearly that the river water was also made up of yellow worms...

It was a worm, a river, and blood.

There has never been a difference. This is their form of existence. Different attributes appear on the same thing at the same time, completely blended together, without distinction between you and me, and extremely coordinated.

The worm eggs in the river attached to the corpses, drifted to the shore, and turned into "legs" for survival, carrying the resentment of the living, driving the dead souls to flee to the place where they once lived.

"Go home... Go home..."

Mo Ling heard a dead call. Those corpses had too many obsessions, so they were attached to the yellow worms.

The Yellow Spring can wash away the dead souls, but it cannot wash away those deep obsessions.

Deathly silence crept up along his ankles, slowly making Mo Ling's whole body cold and stiff. He was in a trance, as if he saw the corpses in the river come alive.

They shed the mud and opened their eyes. These corpses were once living beings who existed in this world with him.

There was confusion, yearning, and loved ones in their eyes, but all of this seemed to be washed away by the underworld.

Unwilling, they were unwilling...

Mo Ling finally understood what those legs were running away from...

"They are running away from death."