At the edge of Mo Ling's field of vision, three "people" appeared.
He knew these three "people" very well.
One was Lu Youqi, one was A'Dai, and the other was himself...
Mo Ling froze on the spot. He did not dare take another step forward, and even suspected that he had seen wrong—that he had mistaken three short stone pillars for three people.
But as his gaze continued to sweep over them, he finally became certain. They were indeed three "people," three people made of stone.
Every detail matched. Even though their skin had turned the color of rock, their appearances were still distinguishable. Their clothing had also been perfectly replicated from stone flakes, separated from the skin by a thin gap. Even the supplies in their backpacks corresponded one by one.
The fine hairs on their skin, the fat and muscles beneath it, were all stone. Yet the patterns on the stone were exactly the same as those of flesh and blood, as if they had formed naturally. Every strand of hair on their heads was hard stone, but it looked as "smooth" as normal hair—thin enough to seem as though it would snap in the wind, yet stubbornly fixed in that lifelike state.
Such intricate structures should not have appeared on rough rock. After his initial shock, Mo Ling immediately felt an indescribable sense of wrongness.
It was too strange.
Were they people, or stone?
If they were people, their entire bodies would not be made of stone.
If they were stone, they could never be so "exquisite." This had already surpassed the bounds of stone. No advanced processing equipment could create such stone sculptures, much less keep them in such a perfect state forever.
If they were ordinary stone, those "fine strands of hair" should have broken