Chapter 353 Dam

Tick-tock.

A stone fell on the block.

This was also the last drop of rain.

The rain stopped without any sign.

It was pouring rain just now, but in the blink of an eye, the sky was clear.

The white that submerged everything disappeared completely.

The black earth reappeared, and all the white raindrops seemed to have never appeared.

The machine and Li Luo also stood quietly on the ground without any damage.

"We succeeded." The machine said with relief: "We are a qualified dam."

It nodded to Li Luo, looked at the block again, and waved.

"Qualified dam?" Li Luo has not recovered from the suffocation of being submerged.

The machine nodded: "Yes, the dam is actually us. If we move a little bit, or try to attack those raindrops, this heavy rain will turn from fiction into reality, and we will be buried underneath."

"As long as we survive this rain as a solid 'dam', everything will disappear, the rainstorm and the accumulated water will also disappear, and the sky will clear up after the rain."

"In this rainstorm, only the dam is eternal and unchanging, all the water will slowly fade away, and the rain will eventually stop."

The machine looked at the builder in the sky: "The dam's attack method tests people's determination."

Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I was really going to be submerged."

"But you still didn't move, you believed what I said." The machine looked at Li Luo with relief:

"Trust between people is also a dam."

After this crisis, the originally tense atmosphere eased a lot.

The machine nodded to Li Luo, and then looked at the cube in the sky.

"You have got the memory of the builder, right? You need to return the memory to him. This is also the only way to solve our current crisis."

"He is just a poor man trapped on Paradise Island..."

Listening to the machine's words, Mo Ling did not hesitate and began to search among the pile of black objects.

"Black lace."

If I remember correctly, the thing I got from the black shadow of the builder on Hell Island was the black lace.

The lace was tied on the builder's flowing long hair, which was very conspicuous.

On the contrary, this white builder had no hair on his body, only layers of stone armor.

"I don't know what the connection is."

Soon, Mo Ling found the lace.

He also entered the memory without hesitation.

Mo Ling had already made a plan:

As long as he went to the builder's memory and used the teleportation ability to interfere with the content in the memory, the lace should be restored to its original state. At that time, returning the lace to the builder would restore his memory.

The black fragments entangled, and Mo Ling's eyes became dark.

...

So cold.

The vision is a bit strange.

This is not human perception, but more like some kind of, touch?

Mo Ling felt that his thinking ability was suppressed to a very low level, leaving only some kind of survival instinct.

The owner of the perspective seemed to be underground, climbing up from the cracks in the soil, and it was getting hotter and hotter around him.

Until the warm sunlight shone on him, he stretched himself and felt the long-lost warmth.

But this comfort did not last long. After a while, he was caught by a giant hand and held in his hand.

This giant hand didn't know where to take it, and walked for a long time.

The temperature around him kept changing, sometimes the wind blew, sometimes it was freezing cold, and just like that, the giant hand took it to an extremely warm place, even warmer than when it just got out of the ground.

The giant hand let go of it, and then placed a hard object next to it.

It lost its support and was at a loss, so it could only hold the thing tightly.

However, just as it attached to that thing, everything around it changed.

It could see the light, and everything around it became clear.

In front of it, there were countless huge and strange creatures, which looked extremely strange, like irregular stone statues, looking at it expectantly.

"Where is this?"

As it thought, a childish voice came out of its mouth.

It could actually speak.

Those creatures looked at it and smiled kindly.

"This is Silk Island, and it is also your home, child." The creature in front of it replied, and it was the giant hand just now.

"My home? Silk Island?" It was ignorant and confused.

"Yes, we are the Silk Clan."

The huge creature in front of it poked its body with its hand, and it hurriedly looked at the place where it was touched, and found that it was actually a black mycelium, which was now wrapped around a rough stone statue.

The material of the stone statue is very common pebbles, which were chiseled into the shape of a little man, without arms, very rough, and the fragile black mycelium was attached to the feet of the little man.

"You'd better climb to the top, where it is safer and easier for you to control." The creature in front of it gently reminded.

It tried and slowly climbed to the head of the little stone statue and turned into the little man's hair.

The view seemed to be better here.

It looked at those strange creatures and found that they all had black mycelium hanging on their heads like itself, but those mycelium were very long, some of them had covered the entire head of the stone statue, and their hair was disheveled.

Looking back at myself, I am like a hair on the head of a little man. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

"This is the body you are familiar with and control first. When you are familiar with it, you can build your own body. We all came here this way."

The creature in front of him touched the little man's shoulder with his giant hand and said softly.

"The tribe hasn't found a newborn for a long time, so everyone is very curious when they see you. You should get familiar with it slowly..."

"Now, you can give yourself a name first."

"Name?"

"Yes, that's your name, which is convenient for us to communicate and distinguish different individuals. For example, my name is Si Ling."

Si Ling's long hair fell on the little man's body, gently stroking it. It was stunned for a while and began to think about its own name.

"My name is Si Yang."

"It's a very good name." Si Ling praised: "Why is it called this name?"

"Because I like the sun, it's very warm, I like this feeling."

Hearing this explanation, Si Ling was also stunned for a moment: "You are really special. Although the Si tribe likes warm and humid environments, no one likes the sun. It is too intense and will burn us dry."

"But I just like it..." Si Yang replied calmly.

It looked around and found that it was in a cave at this time. Those tribesmen were also hiding in the dark, very far away from the cave entrance.

They really seemed to dislike the sun.

Just then, Si Ling gently touched its shoulder, and a gentle voice came again:

"Don't care about others, you will always be yourself."