I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 250

Seeing his words had taken effect, and his disciple was stunned by this barrage of nonsense, Bai Zhou was satisfied.

This was exactly what he wanted.

“You digest this slowly. Human knowledge is vast and profound. If you still don’t understand, it means you haven’t fully grasped the previous knowledge. Then you need to review the previous knowledge and learn new things from it. Understand?”

“I understand.” The disciple answered blankly.

“That’s good.”

Bai Zhou patted his disciple’s shoulder wrapped in tree roots encouragingly.

…

Time passed quickly. After Bai Zhou handled some matters on the island, he prepared to leave by boat.

The Chali Tribe repaired his small fishing boat and used the knowledge Bai Zhou had taught them to upgrade and reinforce the vessel.

Not only that, they prepared lots of food, filling the boat completely, and even found a strange object.

“This is a Relic,” the disciple told Bai Zhou, also explaining how to use this Relic.

On the island during these days, Bai Zhou had also learned about these peculiar items in the Abyss. Although he hadn’t seen them before, he knew that Relics were incredibly precious treasures for every race.

“This is too valuable.” Bai Zhou didn’t intend to accept it.

“Take it, Master,” the disciple pushed this Relic into Bai Zhou’s hands.

“Next time we meet, you can return it to me…”

The Chali Tribe’s tree roots intertwined together, hanging on Bai Zhou’s body, with various words of care coming from the tree roots.

With excited feelings, Bai Zhou reached shore, but the situation at the shore was somewhat wrong.

The dock that should have been filled with many boats was damaged beyond repair, and the boats were all rotted beyond recognition, as if destroyed by something.

The dock that should have been maintained was now completely empty, and the windows on the wooden houses had all been blown down by the sea wind.

Not only that, various dock items were scattered everywhere, in complete chaos.

Seeing this scene, Bai Zhou immediately became vigilant and carefully went ashore.

He looked around the dock for a while and indeed found no sign of people. Bai Zhou could only take the Relic and head toward the human village.

As Bai Zhou had guessed, that island was indeed the human island. Just seeing the land, he recognized it.

The village wasn’t far from the shore, and no people could be seen along the way, as if the entire island had become completely empty.

The roads that should have been maintained were also overgrown with weeds, making Bai Zhou increasingly alarmed.

“What happened?”

Finally, after reaching the village, Bai Zhou found his former people.

But those people didn’t greet Bai Zhou.

They had become charred, dried corpses, casually thrown by the roadside.

At the open space in the village center, Bai Zhou witnessed a scene that shocked him immensely.

All the people in the village had been turned into those kind of charred corpses, piled up in the open space.

Some held weapons, some crouched with their heads in their hands, some hid behind houses…

Without exception, these people’s faces, whose features could no longer be discerned, still showed indescribable terror, as if they had seen something extremely frightening before death.

There were elderly people, children… but the murderer of his people had shown no mercy, slaughtering them completely.

Bai Zhou tremblingly ran through the entire village, checking house by house. Except for finding some very well-hidden corpses, he discovered no survivors.

“The entire village is gone?”

After searching the last house, Bai Zhou returned to the open space with a buzzing head, feeling breathing had become incredibly difficult. Even the air was filled with the smell of charcoal.

Those charred corpses looked at him fearfully, as if questioning where he had gone. In his daze, Bai Zhou seemed to see those dead people painfully lunging toward him.

They gathered around Bai Zhou, embracing his thighs with withered arms, climbing up along his body.

Turning around, a little girl with half her skull burned off forcefully pulled his hand, asking Bai Zhou to take her and flee.

“Where did you go?” someone painfully questioned him from behind.

“I…” Bai Zhou opened his mouth, but his throat was as dry as if scorched by fire, unable to say any words.

“Where did you go?” the little girl holding his hand also asked weakly.

“Where did you go?”

Looking up, those people like charcoal all looked at him in unison…

The pungent smell of burning suddenly rushed into his nostrils. Bai Zhou coughed painfully several times, shaking his head dizzy and seeing stars.

But the strange taste in his throat still existed. A irrepressible itch came from deep in his throat. Bai Zhou began coughing heart-rendingly again, but this time, he never stopped.

Until he could no longer breathe and his vision went white, Bai Zhou heavily collapsed to the ground.

When he woke up, it was already night. Bai Zhou found his eyes incredibly dry and his throat hoarse beyond recognition.

He just sat blankly in the open space like this, sitting together with the corpses for the entire night…

When the sun rose, he silently stood up and walked toward his original house.

For a long time after that, Bai Zhou stayed on the island, living together with the corpses.

Every morning when he got up, he would go to the mountain to dig holes. In the afternoon, he would move corpses and bury them.

Day after day, unchanging.

During this process, he gradually discovered some clues about the murderer.

There were some damaged weapons in the village. Bai Zhou didn’t know what they were—those things were like bronze implements carved with runes, except their color was somewhat strange.

Some had fallen to the ground, others were stuck in houses.

Traces of these weapons were also found on some corpses.

Bai Zhou guessed they were like some kind of arrows that pierced through his people’s bodies, then burned them into charcoal from inside out.

During this process, Bai Zhou also began studying the Relic the Chali Tribe had given him.

It was a root-carved figurine.

The face had no features, hands embraced each other, and the entire body was coiled with circles of tree roots, looking quite bizarre.

But this Relic’s function was powerful. Like the Chali Tribe’s ability, this figurine could communicate with souls.

The cost was also terrifying, just carrying it would subject the user to harassment by various soul phantoms.

Bai Zhou suspected that the scene he had seen before of those people coming alive was caused by this root-carved figurine.

He walked to the large tree beside the village and placed the figurine against the trunk on the ground.

The tree roots on the figurine slowly coiled, drilling into the trunk.

Immediately, blurred features appeared on the figurine’s face.

The small eyeballs rolled around several times, then suddenly looked at Bai Zhou…