He smashed the tightly closed temple gate with a single punch.

With a loud "bang!", the heavy door panel shattered into pieces.

The person who was meditating and chanting sutras for the deceased under the Buddha statue suddenly turned around.

Zhao Xiaoxiu and her father, who should have been killed by the mutated pine tree, were standing unharmed in front of the palace gate.

Shan Yuan was shocked: "Why didn't you faint?!"

He used a potent sedative!

"Fainted?" Zhao Xiaoxiu repeated the two words strangely... Could it be that the bitter taste in the water and vegetables was a drug?

Zhao Xiaoxiu glanced at her living father again, who had a perfectly normal expression on his face.

So, after discovering that she could see in the night, Zhao Xiaoxiu made another discovery—she could also resist poison!

Zhao Xiaoxiu: Dad, how many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

A piercing scream came from the side room next to the main hall.

The father and daughter's expressions froze.

Shan Yuan became visibly flustered and, taking advantage of the father and daughter's inattention, got up and tried to run outside.

The crimson tentacles flew out instantly, binding him, pulling him back, and slamming him to the ground.

Shan Yuan felt a sharp pain in his back, his spine was broken, his internal organs were displaced, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. He lay on the ground unable to move.

Even in this state, he kept repeating, "Baby, eat quickly, baby, eat quickly..."

Zhao Xiaoxiu pounded on the door with her small hands, shouting, "Uncle Meng! Second Uncle Meng!"

As she cried out, faint cries for help came from the Meng brothers inside the room, along with an angry, inhuman roar.

Zhao Xiaoxiu's heart tightened. "Dad, break down the door!"