Volume 2, Chapter 188: Bronze Figurines

Ye Tingmu was instinctively stunned. Who could have thought that this thing was actually alive.

The clay sculpture's eyes just stared at him.

He suddenly felt his scalp tingling. Those cloudy eyes were lifeless and dull, but they made him feel inexplicably creepy.

The corners of the clay sculpture's mouth were slightly raised, looking strange and unusual.

Ye Tingmu's Adam's apple was squirming wildly, and before he could react, a whimpering wind came down his head.

Looking closely, he could clearly see that it was the huge clay sculpture's hand that was coming towards him.

And this wind was the airflow created when his arm had not yet fallen.

The dirt that fell off the clay sculpture fell mercilessly onto Ye Tingmu's body.

Ye Tingmu instinctively stepped back.

He lost his balance and fell straight to the ground.

Before he could stand up, the clay sculpture's palm had already fallen to the ground.

There was a "bang..." sound.

The ground trembled slightly, and a wave of sand rose up instantly.

“Cough cough cough!!”

Ye Tingmu ran out from the yellow sand in a panic, brushing off the dirt and sand on his body and head.

Then he looked towards the place where the smoke and dust were billowing.

The scene before my eyes.

Let him be moved by it.

The yellow sand soon fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust just now also faded away.

What catches the eye is still the huge clay sculpture.

The only difference is that this time the clay sculpture comes alive.

He looked at Ye Tingmu with a smile, a strange and creepy smile, but his lifeless eyes kept staring at him.

The huge palm was lying flat on the ground with the palm facing upwards.

Seeing him like this, Ye Tingmu was subconsciously stunned again.

There's something wrong with this.

At this moment, the five fingers of the palm on the clay sculpture moved slightly.

A mouth appeared on its clay face at some point.

He actually spoke a word.

"Come!"

Ye Tingmu instinctively frowned again.

I cursed in my heart, "Fuck you."

He really didn't expect that this clay sculpture was actually alive. It was alive, which was fine, but it could also talk. It was simply horrifying. Could it be that the burning yellow road pass awakened it?

So in essence, this thing is not a dead thing.

Rather, it is a living thing, but it was sleeping and now it is alive in a deep sleep.

But now he is alive, this is the only explanation he can think of.

He calmed his nervous thoughts, gritted his teeth, overcame his fear, and looked at the clay sculpture.

Looked at its strange face.

Still smiling.

The eyes are lifeless and cloudy.

He pointed at himself, then at the palm of the clay sculpture, and repeated this three times before asking, "You...let me go up?"

Facing Ye Tingmu's response, the curves of the clay sculpture's mouth and eyes seemed to become deeper at this moment.

He even nodded his huge head slightly.

This was followed by another burst of falling soil.

He felt that the other party had no ill intentions, and considering that he had asked for directions by burning the talisman, it was the old man who told him personally.

He was not worried and his brows relaxed slightly.

Let go of your guard.

Go towards the palm of the clay sculpture.

When he stood up completely.

The palm of the clay sculpture was also slowly raised.

But it is unusually stable.

Until it rises to the eye level with the clay sculpture.

At this time, the clay sculpture was still staring at him with its cloudy eyes.

Did not speak.

Instead, his entire body began to emit a faint golden light.

A moment later, Ye Tingmu was even more shocked.

Golden beams of light suddenly broke through his body and shone out.

One, two, three...until they are densely packed.

The beams of light converged, dazzling.

Ye Tingmu was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes.

He blocked the strong light with his hands, but could still hear a crackling sound near his ears.

Accompanying this was the sound of something falling from the sky, one after another.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

It rings in my ears and echoes in the underworld.

The whole process didn't last long.

That is one minute, or even thirty breaths.

The golden light that almost blinded Ye Tingmu disappeared without a trace.

Ye Tingmu naturally opened his dark eyes.

When he saw the scene clearly, his heart was shocked again.

There was no yellow clay sculpture in front of him.

Instead, there was a bronze man.

In other words, it is a figurine cast in bronze.

He was of burly build, wearing a crane crown on his head, armor on his body, and a big sword on his back. Ye Tingmu had noticed before that there was a bulge behind the clay sculpture's head. He originally thought it was a horn, but now it seems to be a sword.

There are also long and short swords equipped at the waist.

Like a soldier and also a general.

There was now light in its bronze eyes, and there was a hint of tenderness in its gaze as it looked towards Ye Tingmu.

Ye Tingmu had a look of surprise on his face.

He looked at the bronze figurine in front of him in confusion.

The shock I felt was beyond words.

My whole brain was in a mess, and I seemed to hear a buzzing sound.

So much happened on this day.

Even though he was calm as usual, he still found it difficult to fully digest it.

The gaze of the abyss, the advice and gift of the old man, what was thought to be a dead clay figurine turned into a living bronze figurine.

Everything, wave after wave of incomprehensible weirdness, hit his sea of consciousness again and again.

As a result, he is now somewhat confused.

He swallowed his saliva, and stood there like a wooden stake struck by lightning, motionless and silent.

However, the bronze figurine did not stop at this time, but Ye Tingmu put it on his shoulder.

Then he slowly stood up again.

Taking big steps.

Heading towards the end of the Yellow Springs Road.

His strides were huge, and each step covered a hundred meters.

Every time it landed, there was a rise of yellow sand and a slight tremor of the earth.

Ye Tingmu stood on his shoulders, looking around, taking in the world.

This feeling is a little refreshing.

He was not afraid, but instead supported the neck of the bronze statue with his palms to make himself stand more steadily.

The wind pulled the bronze figurine forward, causing his long hair and robe to rustle.

Accompanied by the dull sound of footsteps, filling my ears.

The two figures, one big and one small, looked like soldiers returning triumphantly from a battle.

The steps are vigorous and the demeanor is bold.

Ye Tingmu stood on it, looking at the surrounding scenery, feeling this mysterious feeling.

Suddenly, a sense of dominating the world arose in my heart.

He kept looking at the bronze figurine, and was astounded by the exquisite craftsmanship.

Fine hairs can be seen on it, and the texture of armor can be felt on the armor.

All I can say is that the craftsmanship of the person who created it is absolutely the best in the world.

What made him most curious was that there were Chinese characters on this bronze statue.

It was just engraved in a disorderly manner all over the body.

Ye Tingmu couldn't see any pattern either.