Mao Feiyang stepped onto the damp soil blanketed with dead leaves. His foot slipped, and he lost his balance on the spot, tumbling down the slope.
Fortunately, the slope was not particularly steep, and plenty of camphor trees grew there. After a few rolls, Mao Feiyang crashed into a tree trunk, the pain numbing his lower back.
"Ow, my back..."
He opened his eyes, covered in dirt, and suddenly discovered a Humanoid Sculpture bending slightly at the waist, looking down at him.
"?!!" Mao Feiyang's pupils instantly dilated. His face went pale, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, as though he had been struck by lightning. "A s-sculpture!"
Scrabbling with his hands and feet, Mao Feiyang scooted backward through the dead leaves, his backside scraping the ground. But after barely moving, he bumped into another ice-cold stone.
He turned his head and saw another pure-white Humanoid Sculpture.
The Humanoid Sculpture stood motionless, but Mao Feiyang felt uncomfortable all over, as though they were staring at him.
When he turned back, he discovered that the first Humanoid Sculpture had already moved behind him and was reaching toward him. The expression on its face was frozen in greed and madness.
Mu Daxian jumped down the small slope and swept his paintbrush across the eyes of the sculptures.
The motionless Humanoid Sculptures immediately began moving their hands toward their heads with extremely stiff movements, slowly covering their eyes.
Their movements seemed severely restricted, as though they were forcibly twisting bodies that had already turned to stone. Some of their joints cracked from the forced stretching. One even twisted its arm so hard that it snapped off at the elbow, dropped to the ground, and rolled down the slope.
At the same time, their faces contorted and their mouths opened and