The dark figure stood motionless on the spot.
From time to time, dark figures joined the ranks.
Not a single sound was made.
After a long while, a person in white casual wear emerged.
He was thin and not very tall.
He wore a Sun Wukong mask over his face, and his physique somewhat matched Sun Wukong's image, making it look fitting.
However, Sun Wukong's mask remained still with a strange smile, appearing somewhat eerie.
The short man extended his pale fingers, touched the mask on his face, and pressed it carefully, as if afraid it might fall off.
His shoulders rose and fell, indicating he was breathing.
Upon closer inspection of his hands and mask, sweat was visible due to the summer heat, staining the Sun Wukong mask.
It was evident, he was human.
The moon gradually emerged from the clouds, revealing the original face of the pitch-black ground.
Next to the man in the white casual wear stood numerous hideous zombies in a daze.
