The trio quickly arrived on the second floor, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, a pungent smell of machine oil wafted over. To their surprise, the second floor was the same as the first, a large hall, only this time the hall was littered with countless broken humanoid models, similar to the ones in other martial arts dojos used for hand-to-hand combat practice.
However, the human models here were much more worn, seeming like a junkyard of discarded humanoid models.
"Damn it, you guys go through these humanoid models way too quickly. I can't keep up with the repairs," said a small goblin. Wearing an embedded magnifying glass over his right eye and brandishing repairing pliers in hand, he was fixing the arm of a humanoid model.
The goblin was engrossed and didn't raise his head. Noticing the arrival of Song Jian and the others, he indicated a corner with an impatient gesture, "Just drop the stuff there, and leave quickly. Don't touch anything around here."
