Chapter Thirty-Two: Strange Happenings

  Foreword, I mentioned earlier that there would be an additional chapter on August 1st, but due to my work reasons, I didn't add it. Here, I apologize for that. This month, my work will be busier, but I'll definitely make up for it later. I hope readers can forgive me.

  As I looked at the wooden man walking towards us, I suddenly remembered a sentence my grandfather told me before: "In this world, there's no such thing as scattering beans to become soldiers; they're all just illusions."

  Let's take the wooden man in front of us, for example. This wooden man is one kind of mechanism, and there must be something controlling these wooden men to move, otherwise they can't move on their own.

  The wooden man in front of us was step by step approaching, **enduring the pain and leaning against the stone wall, from his tightly drawn face, it can be seen that he is now suffering how much pain.

  "What shall we do now?" He said slowly after taking a deep breath.

  I glanced at him faintly, the way he looked when I saw the gold and silver jewelry earlier had already disappointed me. At this time, hearing him talk to me, I no longer had that full force of thinking for him. I'm not a wooden man with a black mark, who knows when he'll stab me in the back.

  Looking at the wooden man who was approaching us tightly, I gasped. If we don't act now, we'll be surrounded by these eight wooden men in a moment and there will be no chance left. "Can you still run?" Thinking of this, I looked at ** faintly.

  After hearing my words, he didn't say a word, but instead seemed to be thinking about something, and his eyes wandered off. Looking at this distracted appearance, I couldn't help but feel surprised - now that disaster is looming, how can he still afford to be so relaxed?

  "I gently pushed it."

  Seemed to have been startled and shook "What? What did you say?" Apparently didn't hear anything.

  "I asked you, can you still run?" I said calmly, looking at that distracted look.

  To be honest, I really don't understand why he suddenly became so absent-minded again, just like the wooden man who is about to appear in front of us won't pose a threat to him. Is his corpse poison about to break out? Thinking of this, I glanced at him with my spare eyes, and at this time, he hadn't reached the point of becoming a rice ball. Grandfather had said that to become a rice ball, it can be seen from the eyes first. The sclera of ordinary rice balls is very different from that of humans. The sclera of humans are always free of impurities, but the sclera of rice balls are turbid, which is why there is such a thing as corpse pupils.

  She nodded slightly "I can still run."

  After hearing that, I just feel that the current ** is a bit strange. If according to his usual personality, he would never say the word "still can", in my impression, he would only say "I can run" and not possibly say "I still can run". I took a look at **, saw that I was staring at him, and immediately dodged his eyes. "Shall we run?"

  Looking at that evasive gaze, I felt even more strange in my heart, but by now there was no time to think about it anymore. I picked up the ancient sword and gazed at these eight wooden men in front of me. These eight wooden men were almost shoulder-to-shoulder as they advanced, but this formation had a particularly obvious flaw - the position right in the middle of these eight wooden men was empty, very clearly the spot where that wooden man with the black mark should be.

  The wooden man with the black mark on his body was still motionless in its original position, but the black mark was emitting a steady glow. I suspected that the actions of these eight wooden men were probably being controlled by the one with the black mark, otherwise they wouldn't have had the intelligence or ability to move on their own. My grandfather had also encountered similar mechanisms before, and according to him, it was all about the ingenuity of ancient people, saying "it's impossible for beans to become soldiers, everything is due to the wisdom of the ancients." Although I didn't fully understand this phrase, looking at the scene in front of me, these wooden men clearly represented the wisdom of ancient people.

  Although these wooden men were quite strange, the gap in the middle still gave us a way out. I pointed to the gap in the middle and said, "We'll make a run for it from there."

  Look in the direction I'm pointing, and his mouth corners slightly hooked up. If I hadn't been staring at his face so intently, I definitely wouldn't have noticed.

  Ever since **'s behavior became strange, I've felt uncomfortable all over and a bad feeling has come with it. Now ** is still normal and hasn't done anything extreme, but I'm always uneasy about **, starting from the argument we had earlier over gold, silver, and jewels that couldn't be settled.

  No time to think, those eight wooden men are just a few steps away from us now. This is the perfect opportunity to escape. If we don't succeed this time, ** and I will definitely be crushed into minced meat by the wooden men.

  "Run!" I shouted, and immediately picked up towards the gap.

  Suddenly, a figure flashed before my eyes, and that figure was so familiar. When I saw clearly that the figure, my heart suddenly cooled down, as if it had fallen into an icy abyss.