The Witch Who Fell from the Sky: The heroine is going crazy and killing again!

Along the way, Tang Jiayuan always had an indescribable strange feeling, but he didn't know exactly how strange it was. In the end, he could only attribute it all to the fact that he was in an ancient battlefield.

It wasn't until he saw the city wall that had been temporarily repaired before entering that he finally felt relieved.

"It seems that God still favors me. As long as I leave the ancient battlefield, no matter how evil Bai Sinan is, he can't do anything to me." Tang Jiayuan raised a victorious smile at the corner of his mouth and quickened his pace.

However, the further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The city wall seemed to be very close, so why couldn't he reach it after walking for so long?

Tang Jiayuan's smile gradually froze, and he began to run faster, but the city wall was still not far ahead, as if it would never be reached.

Fear spread in his heart. He tossed the dice dozens of times but still found nothing unusual.

"What's going on? What on earth is going on?" Tang Jiayuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, cold sweat winding down his spine, "Could it be an illusion? But how can an illusion be so real that even my Abyss Dice can't break it!"

Suddenly, the air around them became freezing cold. Tang Jiayuan turned around and saw Bai Sinan appeared behind him with a strange smile on his face.

"Do you think you can get away?" Bai Sinan's voice was grim.

"So it was you who did it." Tang Jiayuan clenched his fists and pretended to be calm, "Humph, it's just some tricks." Having said that, he was still unsure.

Bai Sinan chuckled upon hearing this, and the laughter echoed in the empty battlefield, revealing a bit of ethereal weirdness. She slowly raised her hand, and her slender fingertips gently touched Tang Jiayuan's brow.

"A little trick?" She tilted her head, a strange purple light flashing in her eyes, "Young Master Tang, why don't you take a closer look? Is this... really an ancient battlefield?"

Tang Jiayuan shuddered, and the scene before him suddenly twisted like water waves. The city walls, the wasteland, and even the starry sky above, all peeled off like a broken mirror. In their place, there was an endless sea of ​​blood-red flowers - in each flower stamen, there flashed his most horrifying memory.

"This... this is..." Tang Jiayuan stumbled back, and what he stepped on was not the ground, but countless creeping vines. He was horrified to find that his legs had been entangled by vines without knowing when, and the same spell as Jin Zhuliu appeared on his skin.

"No! That's not right! This can't be true! You are not Bai Sinan! Who are you?!" Tang Jiayuan yelled like crazy, but unfortunately "Bai Sinan" had already disappeared at this moment.

Tang Jiayuan struggled frantically, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines entangled him. And the Abyss Dice that he was so proud of had already turned into a pool of blood and flowed through his fingers.

In the dense forest, Bai Sinan and his companions saw a very strange scene as soon as they arrived - Tang Jiayuan was kneeling in the middle of the open space, his eyes wide open, his face frozen with an expression of extreme fear. His skin was covered with strange silk threads, and the whole person looked like a prey entangled in a spider web.

"What, what on earth is this?" Fang Jili was so shocked by the scene that he stuttered.

Ye Minglan frowned: "These threads look like... hyphae?"

Bai Sinan narrowed his eyes and could vaguely see the hyphae emitting a strange fluorescent light, slowly wriggling with Tang Jiayuan's weak breathing.

"Don't go over there!" Bai Qi suddenly shouted at Yan Jinan who was about to step forward, "There's definitely something strange about those threads!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jiayuan's body suddenly twitched violently, and countless fluorescent spores gushed out from his seven orifices, forming a gorgeous mist above everyone's heads.

"Oh no! Hold your breath!"