I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 121

“I want to put this segment in the animation.”

The more Bai Zhou watched the ritual of the robed figures, the more bizarre it seemed. After finishing his recording, he even said with disdain, “This is even more disgusting than the rituals of our merman tribe.”

When the entire blood sphere had finished flowing back, these robed figures sat on their chairs, savoring the lingering sensation, looking thoroughly pleased.

“Get ready to move.”

Taking advantage of this moment, Bai Zhou bent forward and used his water tentacles to pierce several robed figures who were still immersed in pleasure.

Mo Ling also sped up the teleportation, specifically targeting the strange organs near the hearts of the remaining robed figures.

Very quickly, the robed figures who lost their strange organs collapsed one after another, never to rise again.

Mo Ling casually tossed those organs onto the ground, which greatly interested Bai Zhou.

“Does removing this kind of organ cause the heart to stop suddenly?”

After learning about the cube’s ability from Li Luo, Bai Zhou reached this conclusion.

“The one who lost the ability to speak earlier probably had the organ in his brain removed, right?”

Bai Zhou quickly deduced the reason why that robed figure had only opened his mouth without speaking earlier.

He explained to Li Luo, “I noticed before that attacking the area next to their hearts causes extremely fatal damage. Looks like their weakness isn’t the heart, but these proliferated organs.”

“Help me keep watch.” Bai Zhou took a scalpel from his backpack, set up the camera, and began dissecting a fallen robed figure.

“The blood vessels are blocked by foreign objects. After the proliferated organ near the heart is removed, the heart stops beating…”

As he dissected, he displayed the various parts of the robed figure’s corpse in front of the camera, giving a detailed explanation.

When everything was finished, he took off his gloves, put away the camera, and said “thank you” to Li Luo.

“It might be a bit gory,” Bai Zhou said apologetically.

Li Luo didn’t mind at all. “It’s fine, I’m quite interested.”

When Bai Zhou was dissecting just now, Li Luo had indeed watched with great interest, also very curious about the structure of the robed figures’ bodies.

“Then you can help me make the animation,” Bai Zhou said, his eyes lighting up.

He walked over to another intact robed figure’s corpse, stripped off its robe, and handed the clothing to Li Luo.

“Put it on. They won’t be able to tell the difference.”

Bai Zhou found another robe for himself and put it on.

However, his diving helmet was too big, so the hood of the robe couldn’t fit over it at all. He simply didn’t wear the hood and continued with the helmet on.

While Bai Zhou was tidying up the clothes, a vellum book fell out of the robe’s pocket.

The vellum book was entirely pitch-black, extremely poorly made, and the cover was stained with the rotten scraps that the robed figure had intended to mix into the blood earlier.

Bai Zhou was surprised and immediately picked up the book, but he didn’t open it right away. Instead, he placed the vellum book on the robed figure’s stool.

Then he turned the camera back on and aimed it at the book.

“Be careful of contamination.”

He told Li Luo to turn away, and he himself didn’t look at the pages again, but slowly flipped through the book by hand. After finishing, he connected the camera to the electronic screen and began playback.

So cautious.

Mo Ling sighed inwardly. It seemed there was a reason Bai Zhou had survived so long alone in the perilous Black Tower.

However, Mo Ling’s vision had already penetrated the pages and seen the contents inside.

Inside, there was still a jumble of various texts, words in random order, and punctuation marks with unclear meaning.

There were also diagrams of human blood vessel circuits, and flipping to the back, there were methods for making those rotten leaves seen earlier, as well as the positions for people to stand during the ritual.

Although he couldn’t make sense of the chaotic writing, Mo Ling quickly realized that this book was the instruction manual for the ritual the robed figures had performed earlier.

Bai Zhou and Li Luo, in front of the electronic screen, also noticed these diagrams.

“If I’m not mistaken, they must have been performing the ritual according to the instructions in this book,” Bai Zhou said gravely.

He examined the vellum book again, then began searching the other robed figures.

Sure enough, the other dead robed figures also had these crudely made vellum books on them.

Mo Ling’s vision penetrated again, discovering that the contents of all these vellum books were exactly the same, they were all guides on how to perform the ritual.

Including the principles of the ritual, material preparation, and the ritual process. While the books were crudely made, the content was extremely detailed.

But since he could only understand the diagrams, Mo Ling didn’t know the specific content-he could only roughly guess the theme of the books.

“Who made these things?”

Why did all these robed figures follow the book’s instructions for “cultivation”?

Mo Ling was completely baffled.

They already possessed something like “Word Spirit” power. As long as they waited for the distortion to spread, that power would only grow stronger.

“Could this be some kind of sacrifice?”

“Then who was the object of the sacrifice? Was it the source of the distortion?”

Looking over the book’s diagrams again, Mo Ling didn’t find any religious content. It really just seemed like an ordinary “instruction manual.”

Meanwhile, Bai Zhou and Li Luo were constantly searching for information.

Books containing “unknown knowledge” like this were common in the Abyss. Often, this knowledge would distort the reader’s mind.

The purpose of most of these books was to subtly cause readers to mutate, becoming followers of the book’s creator.

To this end, the knowledge in the books was usually a shortcut to gaining power, easily luring the greedy astray.

It might be some kind of “cultivation method” or “sacrificial ritual.”

Based on the general content of the book, they quickly found similar records in the database.

However, what they found wasn’t a book, but a special kind of relic.

……

From ancient times to the present, people have been obsessed with immortality and prolonging life.

Humans have always tried every possible way to seek eternal life. In ancient times, there were alchemy, alchemists, and methods of becoming an immortal. In modern times, there are all kinds of gene therapies and cell surgeries.

The only thing they have in common is that they only scam the rich.

No matter how childish the scam, after some packaging, it will always attract the interest of some people, who will believe in it wholeheartedly.

At the beginning of the Great Upheaval, with the frequent appearance of various mysterious powers, many wealthy people keenly sensed that the world was changing, so they spent huge sums to seek out powerful relics.

But this obvious wealth only made some scammers even more rampant.

Martin was one of them. He was a professional con artist, specializing in providing all kinds of “wellness” services to the rich.

He had graduated from a prestigious university as a medical student, but after graduation, he chose a different path from his classmates and didn’t enter any of the famous hospitals.

Instead, he became a “master.”

“Madam, you can learn about our research. Our team injected plasma from young mice into old mice and found that it significantly improved the latter’s cognitive abilities, and their skin regained its elasticity.”

In the office, Martin was holding a laptop, introducing his research to an aging, faded female tycoon.

On the screen were various comparison images of mice and all sorts of exaggerated data.

Hearing about skin regaining elasticity, the female tycoon was moved but still hesitant. “Mr. Martin, I know your reputation in this field, but will this really work for me?”

Martin smiled. “Of course. This isn’t some kind of witchcraft that requires a specific constitution. This is science. It works for everyone.”

The female tycoon nodded. “I only came because I saw my friend looking radiant lately. I asked for a long time before finally finding you. By the way, Mr. Martin, what is your therapy called again?”

Martin took out a document, with rows of certifications from professional institutions, and a few neatly printed words in the center:

“Blood Replacement Therapy.”