Chapter 331 The Light Repairer

"Are there any creatures on Hell Island that are not human?"

The appearance of the lamp repairman under the bed sheet really surprised Mo Ling.

It was a humanoid creature made up of dense feathers, very short, with messy feathers, also black, and fine fluff under the feathers, which looked very soft.

"Humanoid black swan?"

For some reason, such a thought suddenly emerged in Mo Ling's mind.

What kind of creature is this? Or were they originally human, but just became like this?

Confused, Mo Ling had to immediately check the appearance of other lamp repairmen. As expected, they were all this strange "feather man".

Not only that, Mo Ling did not find where the black stone was taken out from.

It seemed that these feather men just put their hands on their bodies and rubbed them, and suddenly a black stone appeared.

After stuffing the stone into the gap in the building, these lamp repairmen will disappear, and the stone will slowly expand, repairing the entire gap, and soon it will merge with the wall, leaving no trace.

"The lamp repairer... those stones should be the source of the white light, that is, the 'lamp'."

Thinking of this, Mo Ling felt curious.

Taking advantage of the gap between the disappearance of a lamp repairer and the healing of the gap, Mo Ling sent a stone and the wall into the block.

The wall quickly disappeared, but the stone remained.

Seeing that the stone did not disappear, Mo Ling instantly became excited.

He vaguely guessed the rules of this hell island, and these black objects seemed to be the carriers of memory.

At the moment, if this black stone is not unexpected, it is also someone's memory.

"I just don't know if this is a human memory..."

Mo Ling hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward and picked up the stone.

My eyes were blurred.

Mo Ling seemed to see countless feathers falling, they were tightly attached to each other, interlaced layer by layer, one covering another, forming a circle of vortexes, spinning, like a storm, engulfing Mo Ling's thoughts.

…

“Slave 500! What are you daydreaming about? Get to work!”

A sharp pain hit the master of the memory, and he turned around to see a tall, ferocious creature standing behind him, scolding him in a strange language, holding a glowing whip in his hand.

“Okay, sir, right away.”

“Stop talking nonsense, go quickly!” The tall creature raised the whip again.

The slave had no choice but to flee quickly and get down to work.

“Alas…when will this end?”

The slave reached into his white feathers, took out a white stone, and spread it on the mud in front of him.

He looked up, and the mud in front of him was endless, with no end in sight.

Looking back, the ground behind him was already covered with white stones, and there was not even a crack.

The slave turned to look at his companion who was also paving the road, and asked in a low voice: "When will we finish paving the whole island?"

The companion turned to look behind him, and after seeing that the supervisor was gone, he carefully replied: "I heard that it's not just that, this is just the first step."

The companion looked at the slave and asked: "Are you new here?"

The slave nodded: "Yes, I was just caught by them."

The companion sighed: "Just pave it slowly, just be lazy when you have nothing to do, just don't get caught, they said they will let us go after we finish."

"What exactly do they want to do? They need so many white light stones."

"I don't know, I heard that they want to seal something."

Hearing this, the slave instantly became scared.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, I just happened to hear the supervisor talking about it, saying that our white light stones have a suppressive effect on that thing, and I don't know anything else."

As he spoke, the companion glanced to the side.

"The supervisor is here, get to work!" he reminded in a low voice.

Hearing this, the slave quickly turned around and started working, continuing to pave the road.

However, he still had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"Things that need to be suppressed by white light stone? How come I don't know that our broken stone has such a function?"

While wondering, he pulled out another stone from the feather and threw it on the ground.

But his casual behavior made the supervisor behind him very angry, and he whipped him again.

"Be serious! Compact the stone! There can't be any gaps!"

The slave was directly beaten to the ground by this whip.

Enduring the severe pain, he had to agree repeatedly.

"I know, I know, sir..."

It was so painful that it lay on the ground, and the feathers behind it were beaten and fell down, falling in front of it. The originally white and soft feathers were broken at the root and merged with the pure white ground.

"Sir, he is new here and a little stupid. Let me teach him." The companion couldn't bear it, so he came up and wanted to plead.

But what he got in return was a more severe whip from the supervisor, which hit his companion's face directly, leaving a deep flaw on his soft feathers.

"You talk too much nonsense! Why do you talk so much nonsense when you are doing a job! Do you have nothing to do?"

After saying that, he stared at the two of them fiercely, raised the whip in his hand again, and hit his fallen companion again.

"Work hard! Don't be lazy!"

After threatening, he turned around and left.

Seeing the supervisor go away, the slave no longer cared about the pain in his back and struggled to crawl towards his companion.

"Are you okay?"

The slave shook his companion, but he didn't respond at all and just lay quietly on the ground.

"Wake up, what's wrong with you?" The slave had never seen such a scene before and was immediately panicked.

Other compatriots in the distance also looked over, with fear and pity in their eyes, but they didn't dare to stop their work, but instead sped up a lot.

"Can anyone save him?" The slave shook his companion's body in a panic, but everyone was doing their own things as if nothing had happened.

The other supervisors looked over here and turned their heads away as if nothing had happened.

No one paid attention.

On the pure white border, the slave hugged his companion's body and shook it for a long time, and he couldn't even feel the pain behind him.

"Are you okay..." he asked with a sob.

But his companion still lay quietly, without a single response.

A breeze blew over the island, and the messy and dirty feathers of his companion swayed slightly.

The slave was too tired to shout.

He carefully smoothed the marks left by the whip on his companion's body and neatly combed his companion's feathers.

"If you are really tired, take a good sleep."

The slave took out a piece of white light stone from his chest and placed it next to his companion. The white light instantly lit up and gently soothed the soft feathers.

"Good night."