Then you see Wei Ziyi's face showing a hint of horror:
"Old Demon... I feel like these statues are all watching me..."
Su Mo chuckled at her words:
"Whether it's a painting or a statue,
as long as it has eyes, no matter if it's hanging on the wall or placed somewhere beside you, it always gives you the illusion that it's staring at you.
It's nothing."
"Really?"
Wei Ziyi pointed at a statue:
"But it's clearly looking down at me."
Su Mo was taken aback and followed her finger.
Indeed, he saw a statue with its head slightly lowered, seemingly gazing down at these insignificant mortals who had appeared out of nowhere.
Besides the sound of footsteps, there were no other echoes in the hall.
Wei Ziyi's words immediately reached everyone's ears.
Then Lei Zhenming burst into laughter:
"Miss Wei, don't worry. These statues are just clay figures. If they want to look, let them look all they want.
Even if they come to life, what's the big deal?
