I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 50

The Transparent Tribe elder leaned against a stone pillar, his face full of desolation.

“I never thought we’d be saved by that monster,” a soldier said helplessly, looking down at the sheep-headed person.

From the group’s perspective, it was the sheep-headed person who had worn Prophet Baixiang down to death.

At this moment, the sheep-headed person was still fiddling with its frame, bleating constantly, and no one knew what it was doing.

“You’ll be punished by the goddess!” the leader, tied to the frame, wailed in pain.

The sheep-headed person ignored him, picked up the frame, and wandered aimlessly around the temple.

It carried the frame, circling the cube above. Every so often, it would plant the frame in the ground.

It was like it was completing some kind of ritual.

After escaping Prophet Baixiang’s grafting, the sheep-headed person was livelier than ever.

Its circles grew wider and wider, until it reached behind the statue.

When the giant 米-shaped frame was stuck into the floor tiles, a hollow sound echoed through the temple.

“What was that sound?”

Mo Ling quickly flew the cube forward, using his vision to look through the floor tiles.

Since Prophet Baixiang had emerged from underground, the earth below was already riddled with tunnels.

But now, beneath the floor tiles behind the statue, there was a man-made passageway.

The sheep-headed person kicked the tiles to pieces, revealing a staircase leading down.

The leader immediately shouted, “You can’t go down there! That’s blasphemy against the goddess-you’ll be punished!”

Judging by his reaction, there must be something important hidden below.

“What’s down there?” Captain Su asked the elder.

The elder looked surprised, as if he had no idea this passage existed.

So Captain Su led the squad cautiously to the stairs, keeping some distance from the sheep-headed person.

The sheep-headed person ignored the squad, bleating at the cube.

Li Luo, bold as ever, walked up to the sheep-headed person and asked the leader tied to the frame, “Is there something hidden down there?”

The leader didn’t answer directly, only muttering about “blaspheming the goddess and being punished.”

His consciousness was fading, and he didn’t look like he’d last much longer.

The sheep-headed person took the lead, carrying the frame down the stairs.

The soldiers looked at each other, unsure what to do.

“Let’s go take a look,” Captain Su said.

No one could resist the curiosity of a hidden passage.

Mo Ling followed the sheep-headed person down, with the others trailing behind.

The passage wasn’t long, and soon it opened up.

A grand underground temple, even more magnificent than the one above, appeared before them.

Tall cylindrical stone pillars supported the vast underground space.

Beautifully carved stone torches lit the temple brightly, and the floor was spotless, as if often cleaned.

All over the temple were the same conical pebble mounds seen before, but these were enormous, like small mountains.

Mo Ling flew to one of the pebble mounds and looked inside.

Many objects made from undying things were buried under the mound, all looking ancient.

“Those who disrespect their ancestors will be punished by falling stones,” the dying leader suddenly said.

Ancestors?

Did that mean these mounds were ancestral graves?

At that moment, Mo Ling noticed some writing carved on the floor beneath the mound, blocked by the pile of pebbles.

“Baixiang Unit…”

This was the Baixiang Unit’s tomb!

No wonder the leader said it was related to the ancestors.

Why would the Baixiang Unit be buried at the temple entrance?

As Mo Ling pondered, the ground trembled, and the stones atop the mound seemed to move on their own, collapsing down.

The stones tumbled toward the cube and the sheep-headed person.

Mo Ling quickly dodged, while the sheep-headed person was buried by the falling rocks.

The frame with the leader tied to it was thrown forward, landing on the ground.

At that moment, the runes on the leader’s body glowed again.

“Those who disrespect their ancestors will be punished by falling stones!”

So it was his doing.

The chainsaw flashed, and the sheep-headed person crawled out from the rocks, as if nothing had happened, picked up the frame, and continued forward.

The mound had completely collapsed, and the others carefully followed over the rubble.

Next came all kinds of traps, but the sheep-headed person triggered them all.

None of the traps could harm it.

With the sheep-headed person leading, the squad safely reached the center of the temple.

The sight before them shocked everyone.

In the temple was a dense patch of plants.

These plants occupied a circular area, sharply divided from the rest of the temple.

It was like a unique domain, with the plants surviving only within the boundary.

The plants grew rapidly, sprouting from the cracks in the floor, spreading outward.

Their color quickly changed from tender green to deep green, then to yellow, falling and withering.

New plants grew from the decay, starting the cycle anew.

Some small flying insects seemed trapped within the area, unable to escape.

They died as quickly as the plants, and new insects emerged from the plants.

The sheep-headed person walked straight into the area.

The leader, tied to the frame, suddenly shouted with a burst of energy, “Don’t go in! The goddess’s punishment will fall!”

The sheep-headed person ignored him and stepped onto the grass.

Mo Ling stayed back, wanting to see what would happen.

“Another trap?”

But the sheep-headed person was completely unaffected.

Instead, the leader on the frame suddenly opened his mouth wide.

He seemed to be shouting, but no sound came out.

He began to change.

Wrinkles appeared on his face, his skin lost elasticity, and faint spots appeared.

His silver hair grew rapidly, then fell to the ground. The fingers on his severed arms grew long, curling and drying up.

His muscles atrophied, and his once-strong body shriveled.

He quickly changed from a middle-aged man to a withered old one.

But it didn’t stop there. His eyes widened, he exhaled his last breath, and all color drained from his face.

His body rapidly dried and decayed, faster than transparent liquid could appear.

His skin, muscles, and organs rotted away.

Only a skeleton remained.

The sheep-headed person seemed to notice the frame was much lighter, so it stopped and looked up in confusion.

The skull on the frame stared hollowly into the domain, the bones creaking with a mournful sound, still turning transparent.

A strange wind blew, and the transparent skeleton could no longer hold together, scattering to pieces.

Soon, the dust settled.

On the frame, nothing remained…