"How is it?" Jiu Yizhi asked suddenly without any reason. He turned around and stared at Bai Di.
"What do you mean?" Bai Di didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.
"I thought you would faint from fright." Jiu Yizhi narrowed his eyes.
"Oh." Bai Di really didn't want to pay attention to him. Seeing the scene change and return to the original scene, he jumped from the tree.
Jiu Yizhi made a dissatisfied sound, but Bai Di ignored him. He suddenly stood in front of a hanging silk and then climbed up.
Just now in the illusion, Fang Ruyue stood under this hanging silk until the end, and many dead people crawled here and wrapped themselves in the silk. But this silk was the most special. It had never wrapped a dead person, and its color was different from the surrounding ones. It was pure black, embroidered with gold edges, and painted with patterns underneath. Compared with the others, it was simply an alien.
Bai Di climbed up quickly. After being stunned, Jiu Yizhi quickly figured it out and returned to the tree angrily. Just when they were on the tree, Bai Di whispered to him that something was wrong with the tree and asked him to pay attention.
"But there is only one tree, what can it have?" Jiuyi circled the tree twice, and he suddenly felt that the bark was very strange.
The bark was rough and cracked, but there was a large intact piece, and even the color was slightly different from the surrounding area.
He touched it and had a very strange feeling, as if he was touching rough linen, with each strand clearly visible and a tingling sensation.
The nails instantly grew longer and dug straight into the bark. There was a crackling sound, and a large piece of bark was pulled off directly, breaking off cleanly and intact.
The core of the tree was actually red. As soon as the bark was peeled off, large streams of blood-red liquid immediately gushed out like an unstoppable fountain. Jiu Yizhi was unable to dodge and was splashed with blood-red liquid.
"Am I so unlucky?" He cursed in a low voice, but saw that the blood-red juice sprayed on his body suddenly squirmed and turned into strands of red mycelium, and the juice in the trees also turned into strands of mycelium, slowly crawling into the trees. In the blink of an eye, the blood-red color covered the injured parts of the trees, and there was no trace of blood.
Jiu Yizhi stood there in a daze. He was a little skeptical and wanted to tear off another piece, but the thing was incredibly tough and left white marks on his hand. It really felt wrong that this thing could hurt his hand.
Jiuyizhi frowned, feeling an inexplicable strangeness. This tree seemed to possess some strange vitality and self-repair ability. Moreover, its blood could actually transform into mycelium. This phenomenon was truly bizarre.
No, no, the weirdest thing is, shouldn't the tree bleed? Never mind, he picked up the bark next to him.
The bark was intact, with three large characters written on it: Contract.
After a quick glance, I found out that the Fang family's business was not very legitimate, and now all the people are gone, only a weak woman is left. The family business should be inherited by his two sons-in-law, whose families also have some wealth. Later, in order to completely drain the Fang family, the other two families also tore their faces apart, so they made this contract.
Jiuyizhi raised his eyebrows and touched the contract again, but found that it was a bit slippery. It was really strange. The back was smooth, but the front felt like this. What could feel like this?
He threw the book to the ground, thought for a moment, picked it up again, tore off a piece of silk that fell to the ground, wrapped it up and put it in his clothes.
It can't be thrown away yet. He feels that there must be a layer inside. Something so thick cannot have only that surface layer.
Bai Di climbed down quickly. It’s not quite right to say he climbed down, he just grabbed the cloth and flew down.
His hair was a little messy, and it was unknown what he had encountered. He had something on his back, a particularly large box, and a small handful of something in his left hand.
"What's on it?" Jiu Yizhi took the box from his back and asked casually.
Bai Di's expression suddenly became strange. Jiu Yizhi was studying the box and saw his expression without any defense. His curiosity was immediately aroused and he stopped fiddling with the box. He just stared at Bai Di leisurely.
Bai Di raised his head in surprise and found that he could not see anything from their angle. The surroundings were already dark, and it was even darker above. Unless he really went up, he could not see anything.
"There are some strange things on it, don't be curious." He said as he spread the small group of things in his left hand on the ground.
"How would I know if you don't tell me? Hurry up!" Jiu Yizhi grabbed his arm and shook it.
"I can't describe it, you see for yourself." Bai Di tried hard to pull his arm free, but unsurprisingly failed.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, blowing the silk around. After the two exchanged a glance, Jiu Yizhi decisively carried the box on his back. After all, Bai Di's frail body was really worrying. When he saw him slipping from the box just now, Jiu Yizhi was even worried that he would be crushed.
Bai Di quickly packed up his belongings and then swiftly climbed up the tree again with Jiu Yizhi. For some reason, they always felt an inexplicable sense of security staying in the tree.
The wind blew fiercely, making a series of howling sounds. The two people hid tightly among the branches. Many flowers on the tree were blown down, and the branches danced wildly, accompanied by a faint crisp sound.
Jiuyizhi suddenly handed Bai Di a huge fan, which was twice as big as Bai Di's face. Bai Di looked at Jiuyizhi with a puzzled look on his face, and saw Jiuyizhi pointing upwards. There were several large characters written on the fan - what on earth was it?
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