Because the bricks on the Stone Gate cannot be dismantled and can only be moved slowly by manpower, every time a brick is moved, it takes a lot of time and effort.
Fortunately, these people in front of us are not ordinary.
This level of work is still within their tolerable range.
"Number 89, move to position 2."
Following what Lin Yi said, Song Jinmin’s men continued working, pushing the stones back and forth on the huge Stone Gate.
Initially, no one noticed anything unusual, and no one asked any questions.
But after four or five hours, after moving nine large stones, everyone realized that the patterns and symbols between the stones seemed to be connected!
Forming a whole!
"I told you, you were something special! Really good!"
Jiang Zhengnan patted Lin Yi on the shoulder and said excitedly.
Lin Yi chuckled, his smile a bit simple and humble.
Everyone present was very happy, even the Poker people looked at Lin Yi with admiration.
However, the joyful atmosphere did not match Lin Yi’s mood.
Unintentionally, Lin Yi saw his old father.
Their eyes met for an instant.
Lin Yi realized that he wasn’t the only one with a calm mindset.
"It’s dark, Gayson, take your people and guard outside with Ace of Spades."
"Yes!"
Receiving Lin Jingzhan’s order, Plant A Gaisen took his men and went outside.
The rest stayed to continue working.
This time, however, Flame Dragon’s people took over the physical work.
The two teams alternated, which was a form of cooperation.
Soon, after a night, two more rows of stones were assembled.
But the further they went, the harder it became to assemble.
After all, it wasn’t random splicing; other stones had to be moved continuously to place the target bricks in the right positions.
Another day and night passed, only to assemble three rows.
There was a mistake once, wasting some time.
By now, six rows of stones had been assembled.
The overall shape was mostly revealed.
According to Lin Yi’s estimation, it would take at least three more days to get these things done.
Looking at the complex figure in front of him, Lin Jingzhan stood still, in deep thought, and silent.
"Did you think of something?"
Song Jinmin stood beside him and asked.
"Not really, just wanted to take a look," Lin Jingzhan said deeply.
"At this time, why are you and your son still so contemplative?" Song Jinmin taunted.
Lin Jingzhan glanced back to find Lin Yi also staring at the Stone Gate lost in thought.
"Maybe it’s the worry about what’s behind the Stone Gate; the more unknown it is, the scarier it becomes."
"Is that so..."
Song Jinmin’s words carried a trace of peculiar emotion.
"In the past, when pioneering, you always rushed to the front more excitedly than anyone else. The unknown and mystery were like stimulants to you; you wouldn’t be melancholy because of it."
"Haha... Our Lin family wouldn’t get melancholy over this, stop talking nonsense."
Song Jinmin laughed, "I’ll take some people out to stand guard; you guys keep busy."
"Go ahead."
Song Jinmin left, but silently patted Lin Yi’s shoulder as he passed by.
Sometimes, saying anything is superfluous, and nothing said would be right.
This simple gesture, perhaps, contained immense energy.
Song Jinmin didn’t understand why the father and son were like this.
But in his eyes, these two people were ambitious; one had the appearance of a hero, but none seemed the melancholic type.
Yet at such a moment, they were silent together.
Song Jinmin didn’t understand and couldn’t figure it out.