I mustered my courage and shouted at the figure, "Hey, is anyone there?"

But the figure didn't respond to me.

"Han Yu?" Although I thought it unlikely that the figure was Han Yu, I asked tentatively.

But the figure still didn't respond to me.

"Damn it, who knows if that thing is dead or alive. It doesn't even make a sound. Maybe it's just a clay sculpture. Don't scare yourself. I'll go over and take a look first. You guys stay put," I said to Fatty and the others, trying to embolden myself.

I patted Fatty and Dodge next to me and said to Ruiyi and Jennifer behind me, "Don't wander around. I'll go take a look first. If it's okay, you can follow me."

Just as I was about to leave, Ruiyi grabbed me from behind, looking hesitant.

I said gently to Ruiyi, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing."

I touched my heart and only felt a faint unease, just like when I entered the Immortal Mountain.

So, I walked straight over.

I bent over and slowly walked forward.

I took each step carefully, afraid that the figure sitting opposite me would suddenly get up and pounce on me.

After continuing for another two or three meters, I also saw the scene that frightened Fatty – there really were other people behind the seated figure. My head started to swell, and sweat broke out on my forehead.

I swallowed and shouted at the figures, "Hey!"

No one answered.

So, I took a step forward.

"Ah – hey!"

Still no answer.

I took another step towards the figures.

"Maybe those things are just humanoid clay sculptures," I comforted myself. I coughed twice and strode forward bravely, but after only a few steps, I stopped again.

"Damn it, what...what is this?"

I saw more and more figures in front of me, as if countless humanoid clay sculptures had been placed here.

Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down my cheeks, but I continued to grit my teeth and move forward—one step, two steps, three steps. As I got closer, I saw clearly what those things sitting on the ground like clay sculptures were.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. Their every move was under my nose, and I could respond in time.

As a result, the anxiety in my heart gradually eased.

I came to the "person" sitting in the front and crouched down to observe him carefully.

It wasn't until I saw the "person's" face that I confirmed that this wasn't a clay sculpture, but a person, a living person.

Although he looked old and frail, his face was lifelike. His eyes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep. His hair was long, with white and black strands mixed together, tied behind his head in a bun, with a thin bamboo stick inserted diagonally into the bun.

He wore a coarse cloth robe, which was old and had holes in several places. The robe was covered with accumulated dust, and it looked like it had been around for years.

He sat quietly on the ground, with his hands hanging down naturally, resting on his knees. His arms were somewhat gray and thin, and his fingernails were long.

His legs were completely covered by the plain robe.

The old man in the plain robe sat peacefully in place, motionless. He may have died long ago and had been sitting here ever since, with no one to collect his body.

I was attracted by the old man's Taoist and immortal-like appearance, and I was a little stunned.

After a moment, I looked up slightly and noticed that the "things" behind the old man in the plain robe were also people sitting cross-legged.

These people's attire and posture were exactly the same as the old man in the plain robe. They also had their hair in buns and wore plain robes.

However, the people behind the old man in the plain robe were younger than the old man, and the further back they were, the more black hair they had, and the fewer wrinkles they had on their faces, making them look younger.

The feeling these seated people gave me was like an old teacher teaching his students.

Just as I was fantasizing, Fatty suddenly shouted not far behind me, "Young Master, what's the situation over there? Is it dangerous?"

Fatty's volume was just right. I could hear him clearly. Fatty was deliberately lowering his voice.

I had been too busy observing these seated corpses and forgot that Fatty and the others were still waiting for me to give them the signal.

I took a deep breath and shouted in the direction of Fatty's voice, "It's okay, they're all dead people. There's no threat. Come over."

"Then we're coming over!"

Fatty was still a little cautious. After all, I had a previous experience of falling into an illusion, so it was always good to be careful.

"Stop dawdling and bring everyone over here."

Although these dead people were not a threat to us, their deaths were too strange, and their expressions were different from those of the Lie people, so I wanted Fatty and the others to come over and take a look.

Fatty, Ruiyi, Jennifer, and Dodge trotted over from the darkness in the distance.

I could clearly feel Fatty and the others pause slightly when they got closer.

I guessed that Fatty and the others were frightened by the old man's lifelike face when they saw the old man in the plain robe sitting in place.

When they came to the old man in the plain robe, Fatty and the others' faces turned pale, and their eyes were fixed on the old man.

I stood in the pile of seated corpses, watching Fatty and the others' frightened expressions, and found it very amusing.

So I mocked Fatty, "Fatty, why has your courage become so small after falling in love?"

Fatty's frightened eyes didn't leave the old man in the plain robe for a second. He raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at the old man, and his lips moved, "This...this person, when you found him, were his eyes open?"