When Esther opened her mouth to ask the raven about the source of the sound, she realized that she couldn't make any sound.

She touched her throat thoughtfully, she herself was not hurt in any way, but a new rule had appeared in this space with that sentence.

"Quiet" is not only an enraged roar, but also invisibly integrated into the rules here, becoming the order that the surrounding environment will inevitably follow, which of course includes standing here Esther.

As for the original "residents" here......

Esther looked at the bones across from her, "they" were shaking silently, trying to roll into a ball, and then piece together their limbs bit by bit out of black dirt, as if they were used to it.

After a moment of observation, the guilt in Esther's heart gradually subsided, and she sighed silently, but before she could think about how to continue below the ground, Esther's spirit was slightly touched, and she looked sideways.

There was a slight touch of force on the outside of her arm, leaving a little mud on the black sleeve.

With her perception of the spirit, Esther barely recognized the petite skeleton that was rubbing her knees against the ground, holding two broken leg bones, but after the black earth outside her body disappeared, "her" became even shorter.

Esther hesitated, now that the space was no longer making any sound, she didn't know how to communicate with each other. The skeleton, however, was bold, and it spread its thin five-segmented phalanx straight at Esther, as if it was asking for something.

Esther had previously observed that this was the form of communication between the clay figures, touching each other.

Now that the other party had said something, Esther tried to reach out and gently put her hand between the fingers of the bone.

With a throbbing pain deep in her forehead, she jerked her hand back—but it was too late, the pain wasn't too much to bear, and Esther was worried about the clay skeleton's condition:

The tip of the phalange, which had just come into contact with Esther, quickly weathered and melted, turning into fine black dust, and the skull's eyes dangling black dirt shook twice in confusion, as if it didn't understand why this was the case.

At the same time, the words with thoughts on the other end fell lightly into Esther's mind, as if another voice was speaking in her head:

"The king is always angry, and according to the king's law, we are all the king's people, but you are different, and you do not need to bear the king's wrath. Why would you—"

The words were abruptly interrupted as Esther withdrew her hand to prevent further damage to the skeleton, and Esther took two steps back, not knowing if the other person understood the meaning of the body language, but she instinctively shook her head.

It's just that she can't even explain what she wants to do, and on the other hand, Esther doesn't know what she is conveying, and even doubts whether the other party can understand it......

She gradually pursed her lips, feeling that there was a way out for her mind that had been troubled, since it was feasible to convey her thoughts directly, could she "steal" her thoughts and stuff them directly into the other party's spirits?

Another laughing voice rang in Esther's head, and even if she didn't have to "steal", she had a complete grasp of her thoughts: "I don't advise you to try to 'steal' them, these extremely weak spirits can't withstand your tricks, and they will soon collapse completely, and you will see the results like that."

Esther couldn't find out where the crow was hiding, and she couldn't even "return the favor" with her thoughts.

But before she could get away from the clay skeletons, the skeleton she had interacted with so many times lifted its knees again, staggered to the ground, and walked towards her.

"She" took the initiative to stretch out the broken half-cut hand bone and decisively grabbed Esther's wrist, this action was so resolute that Esther did not dodge directly after hesitating.

As the entire palm of the skeleton and a section of the forearm weathered and disappeared, another voice entered Esther's mind:

"The people cannot touch the king's dignity

The law is the source, and the people are only dependent on the king, who is trapped by the kingdom and cannot enter into peace......

As it could finish what it wanted to say, the skeleton let go of the two leg bones it was holding in its arms, and reached for Esther's wrist with its other hand, trying to convey the idea it wanted to express:

"The eastern square can go deeper, please, stranger, and wake up the king."

After the other hand bone also turned to ashes, the skeleton slowly retreated, and "she" looked down at her hands, leaned down to hold the two leg bones back between her arms, and the black mud continued to fall from between "her" spine and ribs, making "her" body more and more hollow.

Esther couldn't even say an apology or thanks, she could only nod in the direction of the clay figure, even if Esther didn't know if the other person could see or understand the meaning of the action.

However, the other party had already pointed out the way forward for her, and Esther could feel the kindness in it, and when the other party talked about the "king", there was no special emotion, and even a faint sadness, and when he said "the law is the source", that sentence brought a more vivid fear.

Esther walked towards the east, and as she had come down from the clouds, she had seen the general surroundings, and knew that there was a ring in the middle of the many round dirt bags, for it was also made of black earth, and it was inconspicuous when viewed from above, like an arched earthworm.

She let out a silent breath as she walked among the clay figurines, most of which were falling apart, carefully avoiding them, Esther not wanting to let any of them fall apart again. As she had thought, there was something in her body that was not here, contrary to the so-called "law", so Esther could not communicate with these "people".

Though she could easily bear the pain, the spirits would dissipate.

The skeletons, who had endured the wrath of the King, were also helping each other, trying to repair the rest of the "people", not caring that there was an unusual guest, and moving towards a certain location while trying to stay away from them.

Esther quickly found the ring that had been built up to the wall, and instead of rushing over it, she flew up with her feet, trying to get a closer look at the inside.

It's like a bad habit brought about by a way other than "thief", but because there is no extraordinary characteristic of "monsters" around her, Esther's normal vision is not particularly enhanced, and what she sees is only superficial.

The good thing is that she doesn't suffer much from seeing too much.

Esther's body hovered in the air, observing the key point that led to the bottom.

The black walls wrap around the inner segregated area, and it's clear why—the ground is no longer a steady, solid ground, but a tumbling whirlpool, with black mud spitting bubbles and then sinking down and stirring on its own.

When Esther saw it, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, but she had no other choice for the time being, and the fastest shortcut was to squeeze through the tumbling mud.

Well, just like it's a cup of tumbling hot cocoa...... Okay, so be it, you can't continue to associate it anymore.