Richard looked again at the Eight-Armed Skeleton, meeting the ghostly flames burning in its eye sockets. He could not help thinking, Don't tell me we're really supposed to communicate through this kind of "eye contact"? Or should I find a way to make it communicate through writing? Or perhaps sign language? Man and skeleton stared at each other again.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
More than ten seconds passed. Just as Richard was considering ways to communicate, he saw the Eight-Armed Skeleton give a slight nod before turning and walking away without warning. Reaching the neatly stacked pile of bones nearby, it slowly lay down, resting its head on the bones. It actually assumed a sleeping posture, just like a human.
As it lay down, the ghostly flames in the Eight-Armed Skeleton's eye sockets gradually drew inward, eventually shrinking into two dim little fireballs that no longer flickered, as though it had truly fallen asleep.
The scene was rather strange.
Even Richard, calm as he was, could not help being slightly stunned.
What was this supposed to mean? It did not want to keep communicating with him, so it had thrown a Sleep Bug at him, trying to hypnotize him through its actions? Richard's mouth twitched as he turned to the Lich Old Man and asked, "As far as I know, skeletons, as Magic Puppets, do not sleep, right? Of course, my research into magical skeletons is still rather shallow. Mr. Afu, perhaps you have a different answer?"
"Th-this..." The Lich Old Man looked at the sleeping Eight-Armed Skeleton, his expression even more spectacular than Richard's. He drew in a cold breath and answered awkwardly, "Actually, the skeletons I know of indeed do not sleep. At most, they have something resembling rest. But they all do it like those