Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Fang Xiong, however, was overjoyed. He grinned, reached out and gouged out the eyeball, then stuffed it into his mouth.

The boy on the front line watched as the eyeball burst between the white teeth, splattering out a disgusting liquid that dripped down Fang Xiong's lips.

At this moment, he was like a heartless beast, tearing at the face with his gaping maw and teeth.

A sticky, reddish-white liquid covered Fang Xiong's entire face.

"vomit."

Some people couldn't help but gag.

Apart from Shen Zhezhu, the others present weren't in much better shape.

His face turned deathly pale.

They were just disciples of a sect who were out for training for the first time.

When have I ever seen such a bizarre and terrifying scene?

They all turned their heads away, pale-faced, frozen in place.

Fang Xiong had already swallowed the entire face, and everyone could see the black hair wriggling in his throat.

He smiled at the person who had fallen to the ground, raised his hand to grab the boy's hair, and was about to send him into the layers of vines as a sacrifice.

The scene just now completely terrified the boy. His face was deathly pale, and his trembling fingertips reached for the spirit sword, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did. He could only let that hand drag him like a dead dog into the intertwined vines.

The vines swayed gently, awaiting the offering of food.

The boy felt a deep sadness.

The bright red vines were so close, he felt as if the heavens were going to kill him.

The intertwined vines in front of him resembled a gaping maw, ready to devour him whole.

The boy closed his eyes.

But then a flash of sword light appeared before his eyes.

A spirit sword emanating billowing black energy stood before him.

It is the ultimate weapon.

Blood splattered before the boy's eyes.

It also stained the boy's light purple clothes red.

"Hey, aren't you leaving? Are you waiting to die?" Shen Zhezhu frowned and growled at the person on the ground.

The severed hand rested on his back, the foul-smelling, bright red blood staining his entire back.

Upon hearing Shen Zhezhu's voice, the boy snapped out of his daze and scrambled to escape towards the crowd.

Shen Zhezhu turned her head to stare at the spirit tree and the person who had lost his mind, and pursed her lips.

Fang Xiong's eyes had become lifeless and dark.

Even with one arm severed, he seemed oblivious, staring at Shen Zhezhu with his dark, hollow eyes.

Shen Zhezhu gripped the Wujue Sword tightly.

This is exactly what happens when a horse stumbles.

The wind, snow, and darkness of the night restricted the movement of these trees, but now, at the break of dawn, they have already revealed their true nature.

Now, however, it is too late.

The trees, which were completely harmless at night, had now become deadly monsters.

Those vines that used to hang down by the riverbank during the day, and which could be praised with a touch of elegance, have now become deadly weapons.

Shen Zhezhu looked around and saw that the area was surrounded by fire spirit trees; it was clearly an encirclement of fire spirit trees.

The intertwined vines remained motionless, yet they carried an indescribable stench of blood, glistening with bits of flesh, a testament to how much blood and flesh they had consumed.

The Wujue Sword trembled violently, filled with an indescribable excitement.

Shen Zhezhu turned his head to look, pondering how these trees were so alluring.

He and the tree in front of him stood in silent confrontation.

The blood-red vine moved first, lashing out fiercely at Shen Zhezhu. Shen Zhezhu's eyes sharpened, but he clearly saw the vine.

The tips of the vines, with their fine, serrated edges, look just like human teeth!

Shen Zhezhu stomped his foot and unleashed a sword strike!

The intense sword energy, carrying fiery spiritual power, blew everything in front of it away.

The spiritual fire scorched the vines, making a hissing sound as they were roasted. The blood-red vines twisted and shrieked!

It sounded like a baby crying, sharp and eerie!

The group of cultivators who were watching the show covered their ears, their faces pale, and some who could not resist had already collapsed to the ground.

The instant the sound was uttered, Shen Zhezhu lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed steadily in front of the palanquin.

Some fearless vines tried to reach into the palanquin, but were blocked by the spirit array.

Wu Jue unleashed a slash!

She cut down the vines, but the ones that fell to her feet were still writhing. Shen Zhezhu kicked them away in disgust and lifted the red veil.

Looking at the person who had just woken up on the bed, who was somewhat dazed, but who covered his ears and contorted his face with pain the moment the sound came out.

Shen Zhezhu stepped forward, covered his palm with spiritual energy, and covered Gu Yao's ears. "Master, it's not safe here anymore. I'll take you out. Stay by my side."

The sharpness that pierced the soul was instantly relieved.

Gu Yao, pale-faced, leaned weakly against the couch and nodded.

When Shen Zhezhu led Gu Yao away from the palanquin, chaos had already broken out outside.

Where the spirit fire had scorched, a patch of scorched earth fell, revealing the original appearance of the vine.

Several corpses were hanging upside down in that tree.

Those beautiful fire essence fruits were nourished by these corpses, and one could even clearly see the blood from the fresh corpses flowing into the fire essence fruits.

These spiritual fruits are an important source of replenishment for cultivators!

Of everyone present, everyone except Gu Yao and Shen Zhezhu had eaten the Fire Essence Fruit.

Seeing this scene, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

"vomit!"

Some of the people, whose faces were already deathly pale, were bending over, clutching their throats, as if trying to vomit up all the fruit they had eaten in the past few days.

Shen Zhezhu looked up and saw that the corpses, though their internal organs and skin were separate, were exceptionally fresh, as if they had just been dissected. Their blood-red eyeballs were half-hanging, level with the bright red fruits, and they did look somewhat similar, only larger.

The flesh was gone, the blood was gone, and all that remained were skeletons, their flesh and blood completely drained!

The time of death was within the last two days.

They're probably just unlucky guys from some sect.

Something was partially hidden among the charred but still intact vines.

Some of the bolder ones raised their spirit swords and slashed down the swaying vines.

Upon seeing the scene behind the vines, everyone's faces turned deathly pale.

The person who had just used the spirit sword collapsed to the ground.

"These...are all corpses?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

“Yes, I guess so…” the other person replied in a trembling voice.

There were more than a dozen corpses hanging upside down in front of me!

Each tree was adorned with several clusters of bright red fire essence fruits, which nourished these evil trees like blood bags.

A huge sense of panic gripped everyone's hearts. One girl was so shocked by what she saw that she couldn't speak. Her face was pale, and she spoke in a trembling voice.

"They all died here, so will we die here too...?"

One sentence, like a heavy hammer blow, shattered everyone's hearts and asked the question that everyone most wanted to ask.

Everyone was in a panic. Judging from their clothing, these corpses were very likely their fellow disciples.

They came here, but they all died here!

And they might very well die here...

"We've already explored this place. The spiritual energy here is pure, so it should be a blessed land for cultivation. Why are there man-eating demons here?" someone in the crowd shouted, as if they couldn't understand why a paradise-like place had become a hellish place.

Gu Yao and Shen Zhezhu exchanged a glance, an ominous premonition rising in their hearts.

And the next second confirmed their guess.

A girl in green from the crowd spoke up:

"They're moving!"

"Who moved? Who would dare move now? Aren't they afraid of dying?" The man who had been in charge of surveying the route frowned, glanced around, and his face instantly turned pale. He collapsed to the ground with a scream.

"The tree...the tree moved!"

When everyone turned around, they were horrified to find that all the roads were blocked.

The fire spirit tree rose from the ground and surrounded the crowd, its view completely overtaken by blood-red vines!

The vines intertwined, forming a giant net that trapped everyone within it.

They had no way out.

"We, we've surrounded them!!!" someone screamed in despair.

"Run! There's still a way out!" Someone in the crowd looked around, suddenly shouted, and ran towards the only remaining gap.

At that moment, everyone rushed toward that sliver of light, those who couldn't compete grabbed onto those in front, and those who fell behind didn't want to let others have an easy time either, as if they wanted to drag them all down with them.

"Don't pull me!"

"Go away!"

"Lucheng, are you looking for death? If you are, don't drag me down with you!"

"..."

The voices of more than a dozen people mingled together, blaming each other.

When disaster strikes, the ugliest aspects of human nature are exposed.

The person who broke through the encirclement and rushed to the front was about to reach his hand out of the gap, his face bursting with intense joy.

The vines, however, seemed to be playing tricks on them, making strange noises as they wriggled and blocked the gap, as if mocking their foolishness.

Shen Zhezhu looked at the group of young men and women, their faces ashen.

The man at the front looked dejected and dazed, then his face darkened with anger. He reached out and shoved the boy named Lu Cheng. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't held me back, I would have escaped long ago!"

As he was about to make his move, a vine pierced through the heart of the person who had spoken.

The blood-red vines wriggled, forking at the boy's heart like an open mouth, the serrated tips of the vines snapping shut in an instant, gnawing at the man's heart.

He was wriggling, but you could still tell he was enjoying it.

It was as if they were enjoying their own dinner party.

The sounds of eating were enough to send chills down your spine.

To most people, it looked more like a wild beast devouring its prey.

Absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

The man's face was still contorted with resentment, but he had already fallen and become a corpse.

The blood-red vines twisted and turned, becoming even more vibrant, like a human being, its serrated side tilting its head to look at the terrified crowd, as if searching for the next lucky spectator.

Even though they had no eyes, everyone felt like they were being watched by something disgusting, and felt like they were prey.

Shen Zhezhu held Gu Yao's hand, her eyes warily fixed on the restless vines around them.