"Oh my God, this forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds." Nan Song took a look and turned his head back. Immediately, the phantom of rolling river water began to appear on his body. The vast mountains around him also began to slowly appear, and the figure of Nan Song standing in the middle of it disappeared a little.
"Sister Nan, don't worry, I'll go take a look. I think the snow is getting heavier." Blore shouted hurriedly and ran over.
Bai Di had already returned. Seeing this, he pulled Broll and flashed, appearing directly on top of the dead brainless man's body.
Only when you get closer can you feel how disgusting the thing that the green flame suddenly turned into is.
Amidst the heavy snow, the green flames that had just been burning on the golden tree suddenly darkened, as if stained by endless darkness. Blood veins could be vaguely seen creeping across its surface, like the veins of a demon. The fireball was riddled with uneven pits, like ancient rock eroded by time, each one emitting an eerie aura.
Even more horrifying was the fact that tentacles grew out of the fireballs, twisting and wriggling as if searching for something. The tentacles were covered with pustules, which would burst from time to time, spewing out a foul-smelling liquid that made people feel nauseous.
The entire fireball exuded an evil aura that made people shudder. It seemed like a demon from hell, ready to devour any life that dared to approach it.
The flames on the surrounding snow-capped mountains also turned into various spherical shapes. The corpses of the faceless white-haired monsters continued to increase, and more and more white cloths appeared. They flew into the sky, swaying with the wind, one large piece after another, and flew to the snow-capped mountains and buried in the snow. Not a single piece of white cloth approached the green flames, and they all actively avoided it.
"Are we going to cross mountains and rivers?" Nansong asked Matuan.
"I don't think it's necessary. Our initial position is here, and I think the checkpoint will be set up here as well."
After not moving for a while, the falling snow was already deep enough to bury a person's feet. Seeing this, the two men hurriedly shook off the snow on their feet and continued to deal with the faceless, white-haired monsters that were gradually becoming fewer.
Blore began to climb the tree slowly. He wanted to reach the top and tried to be careful to avoid the monster's corpse. He didn't notice it from a distance just now. The tree was so huge that it was no wonder so many monsters were hanging on it.
Before long, a scene suddenly appeared in the sky. Still in the scene of snowflakes, the mountains were lighting ghost fires. From the valleys to the snow-capped mountains, the roofs were densely packed with long-haired snowmen kneeling. They were all facing the direction of the golden tree. There were no branches and leaves on the golden tree, but instead it was covered with pure white cloth, swaying in the biting cold wind.
"What do you think is the meaning of this scene?" Ma Tuan frowned and stared at the scene above.
Blore accidentally broke off a branch, but it was a pity that it was not the golden color he had imagined, but green.
A mushroom quickly sprouted from the fractured area—more precisely, a miniature version of the flame itself. The broken branch quickly turned to dust and vanished in the snow.
The scene in the sky continued. The faceless people were kneeling in front of the sacred tree. There was a man standing in the middle. Unlike the other faceless white-haired people, this man had a pair of green eyes on his face. These eyes were obviously painted with a low-quality brush and looked extremely rough. Not only that, his hair also showed signs of turning green. More importantly, the most obvious point was that he had no nails.
He wiped his face lightly, and at this moment, the camera suddenly zoomed in, and that seemingly inferior face appeared in front of the four people, and it was directly magnified several times.
For some reason, even though the four people were outside the illusion, they could clearly feel the man chuckling and sneering. He gently stroked the sacred tree, and in the blink of an eye, his figure quickly deflated, eventually turning into a white cloth, hanging from the tree.
All the faceless, white-haired men knelt and kowtowed once more. A moment later, another man emerged from the crowd. He pressed his hands hard to the ground, and with a crisp sound, his nails snapped. He stumbled to the sacred tree and prayed devoutly. As time passed, his hair gradually began to turn green, and all the faceless men began to cheer excitedly.
"Some kind of large-scale cult ritual?" Nansong said as she quickly ripped a piece of cloth from the sky and rushed towards the sacred tree. Ma Tuan had no choice but to imitate her movements.
At this time, Blore and Bai Di had already climbed to a very high position. Seeing this, Ma Tuan quickly rolled up some cloth with vines and tied it around his waist, ready for the next move.
However, the scene before him didn't stop, but repeated itself endlessly, as if entering an endless loop. The number of faceless men seemed endless, and the sacred tree, as if moved by their actions, continuously exuded liquid from its skin. The moment this liquid came into contact with the air, it unexpectedly transformed into mushrooms. Then, the faceless men quickly plucked and swallowed these mushrooms. Although their mouths were unknown, they seemed to have a special sense of these mushrooms, knowing that this was their final destination.
Amidst the icy snow, a large, green, unknown object hung from the treetops, emitting a dim glow. It seemed so close. Yet, in stark contrast, the tree before him felt as if it would take forever to climb. It was tall and thick, its branches intertwined like a vast maze.
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