I paused for a long time, but I still couldn't stand up, and the place where I had been whipped by the wicker just now was swollen like cotton, much higher than the skin in other places.

Two black shadows flashed in front of me, and I knew that the wicker was about to wave again, but my feet couldn't move, and I had no way to dodge left or right, so I had to sit and wait for death, symbolically covering my face.

At least if he is dead, he can recognize Qin Chuyi......

The expected crit didn't happen, and two wicker sticks, one left and one right, wrapped around my left and right shoulders like tentacles, and pulled me off the ground. The two powerless legs were like crutches, hula swaying in the air.

The scene in front of me changed rapidly, retracting all the way, and the terrible feeling of falling in the air made the heartbeat keep beating faster, and finally with a "bang", the body fell firmly on the trunk of the willow tree, and the eyes were full of green and faint light.

My back hurt so much that I couldn't even lift my eyelids, and if it weren't for the sudden pain in my temples, I'm afraid I would have fainted.

Then in the dim light, I looked around, and I was pulled back to the trunk by the two wickers just now, and tied up firmly. But I don't have a thought about what to do when I tie it up, could it be that this tree still eats people?

The body moved, but fortunately, after the branches were attached to the trunk, the force was not so great, although it could not get out, but at least it could be rotated slightly, so that the field of vision was much wider. The place where I am tied now is on the top of the tree trunk, and the shadows in front of me are all willow shadows, and I can't really see them.

I leaned sideways and looked to the side, and suddenly I saw something protruding on the trunk of the tree, and when I squinted and looked more closely, my neck stretched out as long as a goose. When you finally have to see clearly. But he suddenly came back to his senses, quickly put his head back, and gasped non-stop, his heart beating hard.

The bulging thing on the side was none other than a person.

Dead man, can't be confirmed yet. But the wicker that bound him came out of the man's left breast. It was inserted from the shoulder again, and like a sewing machine, it sewed the person directly to the trunk of the tree.

The place of "threading the needle". The blood had basically dried up, and then there was a faint light like phosphorus fire, and the man's face was white, and some of the white was blue. I didn't dare to open my eyes again. I'm afraid that the empty eyes will suddenly open, which is even more painful than being whipped by a wicker.

You can't look left or right. Let's look at it. Who knew that as soon as I looked up, I felt something touch my forehead, cool, stiff with a hint of softness. It's like a clump of plasticine that is hard and fast. My heart was cold, and I already had the answer in my head, and sure enough, I went up. Also sewed a man, barefoot. It should be a missing patient in a hospital ward.

On the entire willow tree, the oppressive feeling of black pressure is not some lush willow, but corpses, all corpses. There were only a few real wickers, sparsely pulled and drilled out from this corpse, and pecked into another, and kept wearing them like this, and the scene was extremely weird. I'm afraid that a hole will suddenly come out of my back, and I will poke a hole in my heart that is already about to fail.

Time passed minute by minute, and the wicker did not have the action to pick up, and the strength was not as great as before. I found that as soon as I relaxed, the wicker would soften, but as soon as I moved, the twig that had just been loosened instantly turned into wire, and the hoop was tighter than before.

It's not the way to go, you have to find a chance to get out. I thought about it, but I still have to rely on the fan bone. I don't know if I can pierce the willow branches, but at least they are stronger than my fingers.

With this plan, the whole person calmed down a lot, and kept silently thinking about the time, and he saw that his strength was getting weaker and weaker, just enough to pull out the fan bone, and he was caught off guard.

I was secretly cheering for this plan, and I became much more courageous, and began to observe the corpses around me. The phosphorous fire-like light that I first perceived was not still, but flowed slightly upward, as if there was something on the top of the tree. On the top of the corpse's head, there was also gray smoke slowly pouring out, and I thought this scene was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't think of where I had seen it.

The time is almost up, I am so nervous that I dare not come out, success or failure is here. I no longer turn my head to observe the movement of the branches, but directly turn my eyes, so it should be no problem to observe left and right.

I counted down to five in my heart, but because I was nervous, the last one hadn't been counted yet, and my hand couldn't wait to reach into my pocket.

It was too late, but it was fast, and the wicker that sewed the corpse just stood up from the side of my head, and the movement that I suddenly noticed immediately stretched straight, and the brush brushed three straight straight at my head.

The speed at which the fan bone is connected to the palm of the hand is not comparable to that of the wicker, and when it is only halfway connected, the whole arm immediately feels like it is about to break. The three wicker sticks sniffed out the source of the action, and the brush was strangled on the right wrist, and the entire palm was immediately congested with blood, redness and swelling.

I didn't have time to wait, I roared angrily, grabbed the fan bone and came out, and my left hand caught the fan bone thrown out and immediately slashed at the wicker with a sharp end.

I only heard three "thump" sounds, and the three wickers broke in response, and I took the opportunity to cut all the branches wrapped around my body, and the whole person was thrown to the ground violently.

I've observed before, the bottom is muddy, no matter how much I fall, I can't die, I bent down and rolled into a ball, so that the force of the impact is not so great.

The severed willow trees shook violently, and I could feel the violent shaking even when I fell into the air. I immediately realized that the demon tree was starting to get angry......

The severed willow branches were immediately reborn, and this time, the crisp green leaves on the top stood up one by one and flew into the air.

I consciously felt the murderous aura on the blade, and quickly blocked it with my hand. Caught off guard, he had already been "shot" in his arm, and the steel-like leaves cut directly into the flesh through the winter coat, and more than a dozen wounds were cut raw.

The wicker rose from the air again, this time thicker and stronger than before, and swooped down on the ground directly at me. I rolled over and immediately started running, and it felt like I was being chased by a pack of mad dogs.

Just as I was already feeling the chill of the wicker in my heels, there was a dull sound from above.

"Stop."

Almost at the same time, the branches of the tree, which had been dancing their teeth and claws just a moment ago, withered and retracted into their trunks.

I was panting desperately on the ground, I was so nervous just now that I almost forgot to breathe.

Who's talking, though?

I looked up, and faintly, there was a man standing on the roof. (To be continued.) )