Seeing one of the tree roots wrapped around her neck, Han Zhen'er's face instantly turned pale, and she didn't dare to resist even if she was afraid.

Until the moment when she was about to suffocate to death, the roots of the tree that trapped her instantly loosened their strength, and Han Zhen'er fell to the ground from mid-air, couldn't help but touch her neck, and coughed hard.

Without waiting for Han Zhen'er to react, the black tree roots once again wrapped her whole body, like a cicada chrysalis, circle after circle, in the gorgeous palace, it looked particularly weird.

The three little paper figures in the room, swinging their heads from side to side, seemed to be discussing something with each other, and the next second they secretly walked into the house along the corner, wanting to see the scene in front of them more realistically.

A small paper figure stepped out of his short legs and approached the chrysalis made of black roots as fast as he could, trying to get through the cracks in the roots and find out.

The black roots of the tree are constantly entwined like snakes, and the bark of the roots is uneven, constantly rubbing, crowded, and the gap between the roots is so small that even a thin paper figure cannot enter.

The little paper man could only circle around the black thing, and finally found a flaw in one of the places, jumped up excitedly, and shook his hand at the two little paper figures in the shadow of the corner.

The two little paper figures seemed to understand the meaning of the little paper figures, and they also jumped up.

The little paper figure saw the opportunity and got into the gap between the roots, trying to rub himself against the roots, and entanglement at the same speed, only in this way would he not be injured.

As long as there is a chance, he will jump towards other gaps, and with careful time and again, the little paper figure finally gets into the innermost.

Han Zhen'er was suspended in the air, her long black hair covered most of her face, her outstretched arms were tightly wrapped around the tree roots, and the most bizarre thing was that the top of the tree roots pierced into her body, not only her arms, but even her feet wrapped around her body.

The top of the root of the tree was constantly bent and compressed, like a pipe, pouring the contents into Han Zhen'er's body, and there was also a root as thick as a fist, connecting to Han Zhen'er's mouth, pouring a large amount of things into her mouth.

The little paper man wanted to see clearly, his feet bounced up hard, and his fluttering body flew into the air, but the height from the ground was not very high, so he had to keep fanning his little hands to make himself fly.

It took a lot of effort to see the black liquid overflowing from the corners of Han Zhen'er's mouth, dripping onto the ground, making a sizzling corrosive sound, and other than that, exuding a strong evil aura.

In an environment where the air is not very circulated, the evil aura gradually worsens as more and more black liquid drips to the ground.

Evil spirits are like a source of pollution.

Small black patches began to grow on the little white paper figure, and the little hands kept patting the body, trying to pat the black spots off the body, but the more they patted, the more they came.

It returned to the ground in horror, as cautious and nimble as it had come, and left quickly on its short legs.

Even if you escape, you can't break free from the evil aura on your body, and when the black patches gradually grow larger, linking all the patches on your body together, it becomes a small black paper figure.

The roots of the trees that were tangled around gradually stopped, and even opened a path for the blackened little paper figure to walk out smoothly.

The two little paper figures who had been hiding in the corner of the wall naturally stepped forward happily when they saw their companions escaping from the terrible tree roots, and one of the little paper figures was vigilant and pulled the other one.