I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 82

“Not a Natural Gas Tribe member?”

Recalling the way, the spark had just flown through the ghost’s body, Mo Ling suddenly understood.

It didn’t burn! No wonder Shi Beng was so sure.

“Why did you lie to us?” Shi Beng demanded.

“I am a Natural Gas Tribe member! You’ll burn me to death.” The ghost kept insisting, completely ignoring Shi Beng’s accusation and just kept blaming him.

“The spark just went right through your body. Why are you still denying it? What are you really?” Shi Beng pressed.

But the ghost just kept repeating itself, still blaming Shi Beng.

“You can’t do that, you’ll set everything on fire!”

“You’ll destroy the whole pillar!”

……

Even after being burned, the ghost kept saying these illogical things.

It was like Shi Beng and the ghost were on different channels.

The ghost never answered Shi Beng directly, just kept scolding him, acting shamelessly.

After a while, Shi Beng realized something was wrong.

This ghost was like a broken record.

He stopped asking, just stood there, watching the ghost in midair keep scolding him.

The ghost completely ignored the fact that the spark had passed through its body, steering the conversation elsewhere.

It started acting like a child, talking nonsense.

Shi Beng must have realized the ghost wasn’t a Natural Gas Tribe member, so he tried a sneak attack, but now he was just confused.

The ghost’s scolding even drew the attention of other companions.

More liquid began to flow from the fissures, and when it hit the ground, it turned into misty humanoid figures.

They heard Shi Beng wanted to start a fire and began to scold him too.

Shi Beng stared at the figures for a while, as if he’d noticed something else.

He suddenly dashed at the figures, this time more skillfully, striking sparks inside each one.

Seeing Shi Beng’s “dangerous behavior,” these ghosts, like the first, flew into the air and kept scolding him.

“You’re not Natural Gas Tribe members?” Shi Beng started trembling again. He’d struck sparks in every ghost, with the same result.

The bizarre scene made him afraid again, and he hid behind the cube.

“Friend, there’s something wrong with those things. They’re not Natural Gas Tribe at all,” Shi Beng said fearfully, still cowering.

“What are they? Can you tell?” Li Luo asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve seen the Natural Gas Tribe, but their material isn’t natural gas. I can tell, but I don’t know what it is-, i’ve never seen this material before,” Shi Beng said cautiously, seeming comforted by hiding behind the cube.

After the ghosts finished scolding, they started cursing, moving toward the cube as if to attack.

Their bodies began to merge, different ghosts fusing together as they approached.

Not only that, more ghosts dripped from the fissures, joining the ones outside.

Soon, they formed an extremely thick white fog.

The kind of ripple seen in solid mineral tribes appeared on the fog, pulsing violently.

“What were they doing?” Mo Ling was confused.

Shi Beng watched the fog, trembling again, hugging himself and clinging to the cube.

“Friend, they’re about to attack. Hurry and do something.”

As Shi Beng spoke, a tentacle like a tornado extended from the fog toward the cube.

The tentacle slowly solidified in the air, first turning liquid, then becoming icy, its sharp tip aimed at the cube.

The ice spike shot toward the cube, fierce and fast.

It seemed the Natural Gas Tribe wasn’t so weak after all.

But though the ice spike was fast, it shrank a lot after being compressed.

Such an attack couldn’t threaten Mo Ling, whose cube space had expanded.

With a casual frame, the fierce ice spike vanished from the sky.

Inside the cube, Mo Ling studied the teleported ice spike for a while, found it ordinary, and tossed it outside.

But Mo Ling’s actions only made the fog react more violently.

More and more ice spikes shot out, all neutralized by Mo Ling.

Was that all they could do?

The fog looked menacing, but its attacks were simple-a paper tiger.

Soon, the ground around the cube was littered with discarded ice spikes.

Before long, the ice spikes quickly disappeared, turning straight into gas.

“They sublimated?”

Mo Ling watched the ice spikes curiously.

When the fog formed these spikes, they went through a liquid phase, but on the ground, they sublimated directly.

He just made a mental note of this odd phenomenon and kept dealing with the fog’s attacks.

But the fog was too weak-after only a short time, its color faded, it shrank, and looked exhausted.

Was that all?

As Mo Ling pondered, the fog began to change.

He quickly focused, wanting to see what it would do.

The fog started to writhe, the ripples suddenly vanished, as if something was blocking them.

Some ghosts escaped from the fog, their faces full of uncontrollable fear, fleeing into the fissures.

More air kept blowing out of the fog, as if the ghosts had turned gaseous, making the fog’s edges flutter like a leaking balloon.

Soon, the fog was tattered, like a cotton candy full of holes.

Mo Ling sighed in relief-so they were running, not unleashing some big move. He’d overestimated them.

He used a few more teleports to catch the escaping ghosts and toss them out, where they dissipated into gas.

Mo Ling’s terrifying erasure made the fog collapse, breaking into just a dozen or so ghosts.

“That’s all that was left?”

Apparently, the earlier attacks had really drained them.

These scattered ghosts, though terrified, kept scolding Shi Beng behind the cube.

“No fire, no fire, we won’t forgive you fire-starters!”

“Why did they care about that?”

Mo Ling was puzzled-they should be more concerned about the cube.

Just then, another ghost dripped from the fissure.

It looked exactly like the others.

But in Mo Ling’s vision, this ghost stood out.

Because on its head was a misty headscarf.

Stranger still, from the scarf’s edge grew two gaseous donkey ears…