Mao Feiyang stepped on the moist soil covered with withered leaves, slipped, and immediately lost his balance, tumbling down the slope.
Fortunately, the slope wasn't too steep, and there were many camphor trees growing on it, so after rolling a few times, Mao Feiyang hit a tree trunk, causing a numbing pain in his old back.
"Ouch, my back..."
He opened his eyes with a face full of dust, only to suddenly discover a human sculpture slightly bending over, looking down at him.
"?!," Mao Feiyang's pupils dilated instantly, his complexion turned pale, and beads of sweat seeped from his forehead as if struck by lightning, "The, the sculpture!"
Using his hands and feet, Mao Feiyang scrambled through the dried leaves, his bottom scraping the ground as he stumbled backward, but after only a few shuffles, he bumped into a cold, hard rock.
Turning his head, he saw another pure white human sculpture.