In the red clay pond, on the round clay platform, travelers were sitting or squatting, engrossed in sculpting clay figures.
Apart from the rustling sound of iron carving knives slicing through the clay, there were also the heavy breaths of some travelers, caused by fear, which made the stillness on the platform even more terrifying.
Song Li lifted her arm, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Unknowingly, her underwear was soaked, sticking to her skin uncomfortably.
She was panicking because the clay figure she carved looked as if a dog had chewed on it; not to mention meeting the requirements of the clay monster, she couldn't even bear to look at it herself.
"At this rate, I'm definitely going to fail!"
Song Li looked towards 18D and then glanced at Ma Yuan.
Fortunately,
Both of them, like her, lacked artistic talent and were all thumbs.
When she looked at Xia Hongyao,
She felt envious.
The girl with the high ponytail had sculpted a clay figure that was eerily lifelike.
