It was still the Golden Armored Person.
It brought Jiang Qiao into a palace and said he could rest here.
"Why do you need a king?"
"Can't you leave on your own? Although you're all ghosts, you seem to have self-awareness. Think of something."
Jiang Qiao asked curiously.
The Golden Armored Person showed little expression and merely answered:
"We can't leave."
"We need a guide."
"What kind of guide do you need?" Jiang Qiao asked again.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I don't know."
All right.
After asking a few more questions, Jiang Qiao discovered that the Golden Armored Person didn't seem to have as much self-awareness as he had thought. Or rather, its awareness was extremely weak—perhaps it had even less desire to express itself than a teddy dog.
The palace was huge.
But it was also very empty.
Sixty-four enormous savage stone statues towered inside the palace, creating an immense sense of oppression.
The stone figures all raised their heads toward the sky.
As if they were gazing up at the stars.
Waiting for something to descend.
The top of the main hall was open, allowing them to see the low, dark sky overhead.
"Who are these statues?"
Jiang Qiao looked left and right. The bodies of these statues were not finely detailed and were even somewhat crude, but the outlines of their facial features were remarkably vivid, clearly conveying a sense of longing and anticipation.
"Our predecessors."
The Golden Armored Person answered.
"Predecessors?"
"Can you say a few more words?" Jiang Qiao couldn't help saying.
"They are predecessors."
"Pioneers."
"Guardians."
"Believers."
The Golden Armored Person was like someone who had not spoken in a very long time. Words stumbled from its mouth one by one, unable to form an effective sentence. Fortunately, Jiang Qiao understood a