"Lao Mo... I feel like something's watching us..." Lin Yi felt uneasy. As he walked through this place, the dark, oppressive surroundings hadn't made him nauseous, but the feeling of being watched sent a hair-raising chill through him.
It was hard to imagine how difficult their situation would have become if he hadn't been following Lao Mo, if Lao Mo hadn't had an item similar to the Kerosene Lamp in his hand.
"Being watched...?" Lao Mo pondered for a moment. "I haven't sensed anything... Right, your perception surpasses mine. You were even the one who pinpointed the Art Building. What does it feel like? Is it threatening?"
Something even Lao Mo couldn't sense? Shock immediately filled Lin Yi's heart, and he hurriedly described the feeling he'd experienced.
After listening, however, Lao Mo frowned. He said nothing for a while, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, "It might be... sculptures."
"Sculptures...?" It had been so long since he'd heard that word that it almost sounded unfamiliar to Lin Yi. "What kind of sculptures? Not ordinary ones, right?"
If they were ordinary sculptures, Lao Mo wouldn't have looked so grave.
But Lao Mo shook his head. "A very ancient kind of sculpture. Or rather, back then, the concept of 'sculptures' didn't even exist yet. You should know that many conceptual definitions are later generations' reinforcements of cognition."
Lao Mo added, "Let's go. You'll see them soon... Things will be a little complicated. Just ignore their presence."
Soon, a patch of white light appeared ahead of them. This was the inevitable visual contrast when looking from a dark place toward a bright one, and Lin Yi knew that beyond it should be the Art Building lobby, filled with candlesticks and chandeliers.
As they approached the lobby, the wind grew fiercer.