[I'm starving! I'm starving!]
[We need food!]
[We need our own kind!]
[No, we all need it!!]
The mist churned, and restless voices were unceasing in the ears, merging with the wind and sand in a never-ending "shasha" sound.
"Shut up!" Nie Yun, a "non-human classmate," emitted a hoarse voice, drained of extra emotion, "The invasion has just begun, there will be more people passing by here."
"There are plenty of opportunities, don't rush!"
"Just wait..."
Nie Yun, the "non-human classmate," and Ge Qing, another "non-human classmate," faced the lamppost wall without any tendency to move, as if time had frozen amidst the still-floating mist.
In fact, Nie Yun's ordeal bore some similarities to what Lin Yi had deduced, but the details were vastly different...
Suddenly, the swirling mist conveyed the somewhat agitated voices of the human sculptures:
[Someone's coming! Someone's here!]
[It's my turn this time!]
[No, it should be my turn!]