We weren't far away, and the masked man must have sounded harsh when he was so close, but he didn't speak, and only when the sound died away did he withdraw his hand.

And when he looked at the position he had just touched, he saw that the arm of this statue had been moved very flexibly.

It was originally on a chain, but now it was moved to his chest by the masked man, although the distance was not large, but think about it, if this person can move, can other people too?

When we found this, we were all excited, and were about to ask him to go to the other statues, but he told us all to come up and unload the rope that was tied to our waists.

We looked at each other, and we were a little hesitant, but we had to go up sooner or later, and it would be better to go now, and we would save a lot of trouble.

When Li Sansi went first, he tried the load-bearing capacity of the chain, and finally slowly climbed up.

It's not climbing up the rock wall, so it's a bit difficult to get up, but with our help below, there are no accidents.

After a few minutes, Li Sansi had already gained a foothold on it, moved to the masked man's side, and motioned for me to come up.

I wanted to let Ham go first, but the other man shook his head and shone his flashlight forward, signaling me not to hesitate, because the blood sand was getting closer.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to nod, and after tying the rope, I began to climb up little by little, but compared to Li Sansi's speed, I was far behind.

Although I wore those non-slip gloves, my physical strength could not be compared to theirs at all, and my body was suspended in the air, and I had no strength at all, and I was out of breath halfway through the climb.

The masked man above continued to urge a few words, and used a flashlight to shine downward, signaling that the situation below me was getting worse and worse.

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and with Li Sansi and the masked man pulling up, I finally climbed up.

As soon as he put the rope down again, Ham grabbed it, clamped it tightly between his feet, and crossed his hands with all his might, and climbed up with ease.

When he came up, he quickly put the rope away again, and by this time the blood and sand below had completely rushed over, burying the place where we had just stood.

As I gasped, I asked the Masked Man about his findings, and he pointed to several figures around us, prompting us to keep an eye out for them.

We were puzzled, so we followed his instructions and looked at those people, but it was okay not to look, and at first glance, I felt as if I was looking at them.

I knew they didn't have eyes, but the gesture, the gesture, seemed to be talking to me.

When I continued to look around them, I found a strange place, that is, the number of people, the space below is very huge, naturally it is very empty, but here is the opposite, there are many people are a little crowded, as if if you are not careful, you will be squeezed by them.

"Did you find anything?" At this time, the voice of the masked man was heard again, but no one answered him, and it seemed that the others were like me, and they didn't see anything special.

There are indeed a lot of people here, and we saw it when we were below, but this feeling of crowding can only be felt after coming here.

But when we looked at the masked man's hands, we unconsciously saw chains and a pair of ordinary arms.

They seem to be discussing something together, either excited, or calm, or passionate, or calm.

They are a group, a quiet group, but they are communicating in a different way, and what makes them vivid is not only the depiction of clothing and limbs, but also gestures.

It is a kind of expressive language, like sign language, but it is not, but it is another meaning that advances the language.

It's as if someone else uses a certain gesture to think of what he is saying, the speed and regularity of what he is saying, and this will lead us to his content.

But in a quiet atmosphere, the power of words expressed with those gestures is definitely not the movement of a certain person or body.

Only when a group of people gather around you, discuss in a variety of ways, and render the quiet atmosphere into a lively scene, at least in our own hearts, can we give up the auditory nerves used to accept language, and instead use our own vivid and flexible conjectures to cooperate with them, and we will also be quiet, and use imagination to supplement those parts that do not exist.

It will be a strong passive mental suggestion, like telling you that there is a huge, inescapable labyrinth and that you are in it at this moment.

Such a hint may be only one step away from the exit in reality, but it will also have a huge negative reaction in your heart, resulting in never being able to open the door.

I watched their expressive movements, their quiet language, as if I had been brought into this quiet world by them myself, and felt the voices coming from all directions.

I have become statues, and their movements express vivid content, which lingers in my mind.

They introduced me to my friends, to the wonders of this place, to the scenery, and to their pain.

Close to the mountains, they were quiet, but when I quieted down, everything changed.

Their stories are endless, like words interspersed together, and my eyes are like seeing the ocean, and I am reluctant to leave for a moment.

Chasing farther away, they grew more and more, and their friends joined in the raucous party.

We communicate through our thinking, and outsiders can't understand or intervene, it's like a fantastic dream journey.

But is that a dream?

No, it was a brief observation, we were observed by this mysterious world, and we wanted to fit into their world, so we changed ourselves to fit into all this.

However, this adaptation did not last long, because there will always be people who wake up in surprise and discover our delusions, and find that we are different from them.

In this way, the quiet world came to an abrupt end, everything around it disappeared like a cloud, and the gap between the two worlds was beyond anyone's reach, and no one could ever do it.

I froze in place, looking at the chains in my hands and at the man who had just spoken.

The masked man looked at me, "Did you notice that it's quiet here, but you can feel a lot of people talking around them?" ”

His question seemed to tell me that it was all true, and it also made me can't help but recall how I felt just now.

"I feel it too, but it's time for you to wake up and look down there, and their gestures!"

Following his words, I calmed myself down, trying not to follow the gestures to continue my conjecture.

But when I looked at it, I suddenly found something, and I rubbed my eyes again, and then looked at their gestures, but my heart seemed to be blowing through the stormy waves.

Why didn't I notice just now, could it be because I paid too much attention to their physical expressions, and neglected to exclude other people and go to see a person alone?

No, maybe not, because they also move, and when I look away, they change.

Even though I thought so, I didn't know it was impossible, it was just my thoughts.

Looking closely, I looked along the fingers of those people, and sure enough, I saw the man in blue.

The center of gravity of many fingers is on this person, but the point is different.

I slowly moved my body and carefully leaned my head over the man in blue, looking back and forth at one of the people from another point of view.

From the man in blue, I could see a pair of very unnatural hands, which were delicately carved, but the way the hands were swinging was strange.

I tried to touch it with my hand, but I heard a faint movement on the arm of this hand.

I immediately stopped and used the same gesture as the arm to touch the other hand, and sure enough, the hand was able to move.

I tried to move its hand to my chest, but that's when I noticed something different from the statue in the gap between these statues.

Groping around with the statue, I found the crevices and could clearly see that the texture was different from the surroundings, and although it was only a small part, I was sure that they were different.

"Did you find out?" The masked man suddenly interjected, and then handed me the flashlight, "Take a closer look to see if there are any other people around with the same gesture and able to move their arms." ”

I nodded, but as soon as I turned around, I saw that Li Sansi was also looking for something, I asked him, but the other party pointed to the gap between these humanoid statues and said be careful.

I nodded, and then I shone my flashlight around, and groped one by one, and in a few moments, I had touched all the statues that could be found nearby, and only three of them could move their arms.

I looked at the others, they were also chained together, but why didn't those people move?

I was puzzled, so I pulled the chains, and went back to the statue I found at the beginning, and after fixing the body, I asked Li Sansi for the solid hammer he had used before.

The other party looked at me suspiciously, and stopped talking, but finally gave me the awl.

After taking the hammer, I carefully tapped the immovable statues a few times, only to hear the echo inside, and realize that the statues were hollow.