I'm Trapped in the Block

Chapter 510: Chapter 507: Inside the Light Dot

’Why is my vision so strange?’

Mo Ling felt a little dizzy from the shaky view. His perspective never allowed him to see the person’s face clearly; he only knew his vision was constantly moving with this person.

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

However, something was wrong with the team.

While the team members had looked a bit weary before, they had been orderly. Now, they were in complete disarray, scattered in different positions and brandishing their weapons as if fending something off.

Even stranger, black stains had appeared on all of their bodies. These stains crawled all over their clothes and had even seeped underneath.

’What is that stuff?’

Once the view steadied, Mo Ling could finally see clearly. The black stains were actually some kind of writhing sludge!

The sludge wasn’t seeping into their clothes from the outside; it was oozing out from their skin.

’It’s crawling out of them!’

The sludge seemed to be a secretion from their own bodies, continuously emerging from all over them. It would first accumulate on their skin, then slowly writhe its way through their clothes, causing the stains to appear.

Not only that, but the team members were acting as if they’d gone mad, periodically swinging their weapons at their surroundings as if attacking non-existent enemies.

Upon seeing this, the person whose perspective Mo Ling had been following let out a surprised gasp. ”Death Swamp?”

’Death Swamp? What is that? Is it the sludge on them?’

As Mo Ling puzzled over this, his vision began to shake again.

When it stabilized again, his viewpoint had shifted, now aimed at a surprised face—a face Mo Ling knew very well.

”Zhou Dynasty?”

So the person whose perspective I was following was Zhou Dynasty!

’But why has the perspective been so strange?’

Before Mo Ling had time to think, Zhou Dynasty started walking toward his sludge-covered teammates.

Those teammates also spotted the late-arriving Zhou Dynasty.

”Zhou Dynasty, knock us out and take us back to the monitoring station!” those teammates shouted at Zhou Dynasty.

Hearing this, Zhou Dynasty’s face immediately turned deathly pale, and unconcealable fear showed on his face.

But just then, the team captain spoke up again.

”No! Zhou Dynasty, go around us and get straight to the monitoring station! Have them send people to rescue us! The source of the Death Swamp might still be nearby. If you come over rashly, you could be cursed too!”

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

”We can hold on for a while longer. Those Spirit Bodies can’t do anything to us. As long as we deal with the approaching Spirit Bodies in time, the Death Swamp on us won’t spread. Zhou Dynasty! Hurry to the monitoring station, time is of the essence!”

However, in the face of death, this hastily assembled team had little discipline to speak of. Some members ignored the captain’s orders and began to persuade Zhou Dynasty.

”It’s fine! The source of the curse is already gone! Zhou Dynasty, just come over and knock us out. Don’t be afraid!”

Hearing these completely contradictory statements, Zhou Dynasty froze.

Already inexperienced, his youthful face was full of conflict. He didn’t know how to face the teammates he had spent every day with.

”I... I can’t come near you. The curse can spread.”

His voice was faint, and his teammates in the distance didn’t hear him.

”What was the source? Is it really gone?” Zhou Dynasty yelled to his teammates.

But his voice might as well have been a stone dropped into the ocean. His teammates were busy fending off a new wave of enemies and couldn’t spare the attention to answer. Only the captain waved a hand forcefully, signaling for him to go at once.

This made Zhou Dynasty even more conflicted. He had never had to make a choice like this before.

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

His gaze pierced through the stone sheath, looking at Mo Ling, who wasn’t really there.

This sudden gaze startled Mo Ling.

’Is he looking at me?’

’No! Is he looking at the stone sword, talking to the stone sword?’

Reflected in Zhou Dynasty’s pupils was the unremarkable stone sword—its rough stone body and heavy hilt. It was identical to the Holy Sword in Mo Ling’s memory.

Only then did Mo Ling realize he had been following the Holy Sword’s perspective all along. It was always shaky because it was hanging from Zhou Dynasty’s waist.