I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 83

“Donkey ears?”

Mo Ling almost thought he was seeing things.

But after careful observation, Mo Ling was certain-those weren’t just similar in shape, they were actual donkey ears.

And those donkey ears were especially vivid. Although they were mist-like, the fur on them was clearly visible. Mo Ling could even see the internal physiological structure of the donkey ears.

The donkey ears would twitch now and then atop this ghost’s head, just like a living creature.

How could there be such lifelike donkey ears?

Although the ghosts’ mimicry could imitate human shapes, the detail of these donkey ears was on a completely different level from the ghosts’ otherwise rough forms.

It was as if the ghosts were pixelated, while the donkey ears were high-definition-extremely eye-catching.

Clearly the same material, yet two completely different effects.

When the other ghosts saw the donkey-eared ghost appear, they immediately pointed at Shi Beng and shouted, “That’s the arsonist! Attack him, make him pay the price!”

The donkey-eared ghost was clearly very afraid, but after hearing its companions, it still charged at the cube.

Mo Ling understood now.

The headscarf the donkey-eared ghost was wearing was the so-called red cloth, only it had become mist-like after adapting to his body.

Just as he was thinking this, the donkey-eared ghost had already rushed to the front of the cube, trying to get around it to attack Shi Beng.

Of course, Mo Ling couldn’t let him succeed, so he aimed at the ghost’s head and directly teleported the headscarf into the cube.

Outside the cube, the donkey-eared ghost instantly lost its head, but it didn’t stop, continuing to charge ahead. Its body shrank into a thin, nearly invisible thread.

The thread stabbed into Shi Beng, scaring him into running circles around the cube.

After several laps, he realized he hadn’t been harmed or changed, and finally stopped.

The thread floated back and turned into a ghost again, but now this ghost looked terrified, and the donkey ears on its head had vanished.

“Where are the donkey ears?” Mo Ling wondered, quickly checking inside the cube.

Did I teleport the donkey ears in too? Can’t that thing be restored?

Inside the cube, Mo Ling didn’t see the donkey ears-just a conspicuous red cloth lying on the metal floor.

The donkey ears were gone.

The donkey-eared ghost, after being stripped of the red cloth, became as ordinary as its companions.

Without the red cloth, the ghost could no longer suppress its inner fear, and huddled with its companions, trembling.

After waiting a while, none of these ghosts attacked again-they clearly didn’t dare provoke the cube anymore.

Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to interrogate them thoroughly before sending them off for good.

These ghosts’ mental states were truly strange, and Mo Ling worried that leaving them around might cause problems.

But before he could step forward, the donkey-eared ghost was already begging the cube for mercy.

“Please forgive my tribe, they’re not right in the head, I can explain everything! Please, spare us! We’ll do anything you ask!”

While the donkey-eared ghost pleaded, his companions kept blaming Shi Beng.

“Arsonist! He must be punished!”

All these ghosts were trembling with fear, but their mouths were as unforgiving as ever, ignoring the donkey-eared ghost’s pleas.

“I’m sorry! Please ignore them!”

The donkey-eared ghost could only keep begging, helplessly trying to block his bizarre companions, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop them.

The ghosts continued doing as they pleased, scolding endlessly.

But Shi Beng was now immune.

“What’s going on? Is this donkey-eared ghost the only normal one?”

The cube slowly floated forward, scrutinizing this unusual ghost. After the donkey ears disappeared, he lost that strange, striking quality.

Now he was just ordinary, exactly like his companions-only their words differed.

Shi Beng carefully approached, and after making sure this special ghost wouldn’t attack, repeated his earlier move and struck sparks inside him.

The ghost’s reaction was different from the others; he only showed a bit of fear as Shi Beng approached.

Once he saw what Shi Beng intended, he relaxed.

He seemed to know he wouldn’t catch fire.

Instead, it was the surrounding ghosts, still scolding, who scattered and fled.

In the end, only this unique ghost stood there helplessly.

“You’re not Natural Gas Tribe  either,” Shi Beng confirmed after several tries.

The ghost stared at Shi Beng’s hand inside his body and nodded.

“No need to try, I can’t burn.”

He didn’t stubbornly deny the facts like his companions, but admitted it openly.

“What exactly are you? Why are you pretending to be Natural Gas Tribe?” Li Luo asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, the peculiar ghost reflexively retorted, “We are Natural Gas Tribe…”

Mo Ling almost thought he was going crazy too.

But the ghost’s next words were very different.

“We are the Natural Gas Tribe, the former Natural Gas Tribe, only now we’re not anymore.”

His words left everyone silent.

The former Natural Gas Tribe?

The ghost’s next line was even more shocking.

“Do you know what gas is produced after natural gas burns?”

At that moment, Mo Ling suddenly recalled the ice spikes shot out during the earlier fog attack.

The ice spikes, after being teleported, lost their life properties and, once outside the cube, sublimated instantly-a very strange phenomenon.

Now, the ghost’s words made everything clear.

That was carbon dioxide?

Those ice spikes before-were they dry ice?

Mo Ling felt his own thoughts were bizarre, but in a way, it matched what the ghost was saying.

“You’re… carbon dioxide?” Li Luo asked, shocked and incredulous.

The ghost nodded.

So, it really was that absurd?

“How did you become like this? Are you really not impostors?” Li Luo was still skeptical.

“Burned. After burning, we became like this.” At this, the ghost’s face grew fearful.

He was clearly traumatized by the experience-even mentioning it made him anxious.

“Could it be related to the great fire at the pillar?”

Mo Ling recalled the earlier ghost’s story about a fire that burned an entire pillar. Could it be that the fire didn’t kill the Natural Gas Tribe, but turned them all into carbon dioxide?

“But why did the earlier ghost make up a story?” Mo Ling still couldn’t understand.

And what about those earlier “sick” ghosts-was it also related to the fire? Did the flames burn them senseless?

Li Luo was also confused and asked, “Can you tell us what really happened? Why did you become like this?”

The peculiar ghost lowered his head, his expression growing more fearful, his voice trembling.

“It all started with the pillar where we were born…”