The locust leaves are stained with sticky dark green, and the smooth leaf surface is very soft.

Qing Han let the fishy rain splash on his body, and his whole body was drenched, and his black clothes and black hair stuck together.

He looked at the locust tree in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Bright life and dark death, unjust death ......"

A light breeze blew, and the small leaves covered in square inches swayed.

"Kneel in front of my stage, super your lonely soul ......"

The surrounding debris gradually blurred, like the wind chasing quicksand.

"Standing on the hurdle, superborn ......"

The quicksand of the void dragged up the small leaves and floated slowly, slowly floating at the height of the green and cold contours.

"Out of the sea of suffering, there is no ...... to die alone"

Suddenly, a violent wind struck, and everything was pulled by a mysterious force, and the small leaves wrapped in the wind suddenly rose to the sky and floated into the distance, and soon disappeared.

Qing Han looked into the distance, but there was still no end in sight.

He held out his finger and hooked it somewhere.

The dirt was scattered around the perimeter, revealing a small empty crater.

"No?"

Qing Han suddenly turned around and looked over, and his face was immediately gloomy like dark water.

An old hunchbacked man, with a somewhat stumbling but hurried gait.

This person is by no means as old as he seems, at most he is middle-aged, but now he has a vicissitudes of life, half-white hair and a rickety body, like an old man who is about to go into the ground.

The hunchbacked man was panting as he approached, and his face was sickly red and white, and before he could take a breath, he hurriedly bent down, his head hanging to the ground, and large beads of sweat flowed from his forehead to his chin.

He gasped violently and spoke hoarsely, intermittently, as if he were about to fall into a coffin the next moment.

"Divine envoy, I know that there is a distinguished guest, who has come from afar, and I invite Your Excellency to worship the god together......"

The smell here is stinky, whether it is the internal organs of rotten fish and stinky shrimp, or spilling a basket of rotten eggs, the smell is not so strong!

He didn't dare to hold his breath now, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere, and his face became even paler.

Qing Han looked at this man for a long time, his brows furrowed, and his complexion changed several times.

The man bears at least seven points of resemblance to a certain person.

Seeing Qing Han's expression, the middle-aged man thought that he was going to refuse the invitation, his heart sank to the bottom, and he said with a sad face:

"The divine envoy said, if you don't ask for help, my son won't be able to come back, ...... you, my lord."

Qing Han was distraught, waved his hand, and said impatiently, "Please get up." ”

He turned to look into the distance, the green-clothed woman who was worshipping under the stone statue holding a ritual weapon aloft high.

Sensing that there was a gaze, the woman in green turned sideways slightly, and the eyes of the two seemed to condense across the distance.

Although she only glanced at him for a short time and soon stopped paying attention to him, Qing Han also saw her side face, and even saw a trace of eerie curvature at the corner of her mouth.

Qing Han turned to look at the middle-aged man, his eyes flickering, and he fell into thought and silence.

The middle-aged man didn't know what he was thinking, so he had to stand there and wait for an answer.

It was quiet for less than half a moment.

Qing Han suddenly snorted coldly, and at the same time, a sword slashed to the side.

The middle-aged man was taken aback by him, and he didn't know what Qing Han meant.

The environment around the locust tree opened a leaky opening, and Qing Han reached in with both hands and grabbed the sides, like grasping a wide curtain, and with a little force, folds appeared, and the surrounding scene was also distorted.

The ordinary locust tree, surrounded by a tranquil environment, revealed its true face as the curtain was torn.

In an instant, the wind blew violently, and an indescribable fishy stench permeated the air, merging with the existing smell of the place.

Chaotic roars, whistling sounds, mixed with cold bursts of resentment.

The middle-aged man was surrounded by the yin wind, and the sound waves poured into his ears one after another, and he felt that his whole body was cold and his heart was hairy.

He suddenly raised his head and looked, his body suddenly stiffened and straightened, his scalp was numb and he fell to the ground, his fingers trembled and pointed to what he saw in front of him, and he was so frightened that he shouted again and again:

"How can you still be alive!"

In addition to horror, there was also a monstrous fear, and the words blurted out coherently, and even the tone was distorted.

"You want to play this game and see what I'm going to do. Qing Han looked at the back of the woman in green in the distance, her breathing was slightly unsteady but she sneered, "That's it! ”

The corners of Qing Han's mouth drooped slightly, and his gaze wandered between the man and the locust tree.

The locust tree still has the outline of the tree.

The canopy of the trees was made up of skulls and long hair, hundreds of them, old men, middle-aged women, and young women, whose expressions were indistinguishable from those of the monster. If you have to say that there is, then the resentment and pain in your eyes will be even stronger. As for the hair, there are black hair, yellow hair, white hair and gray hair, which are intertwined in the shape of a giant mushroom.

The trunks grew thicker, and their twisted bodies were woven by hand with incomparably fine hand, resembling a long, thick, yet unusually smooth hemp rope.

The branches are composed of stump limbs, connected to the thick trunk, some are connected to each other end-to-end to make the branches extended, and some are jagged to become branches.

The leaves hanging from the branches are replaced by countless internal organs, which are rotten or withered or dark red, all beating regularly, and the branches are tied with tenacious and slender veins, dancing and swaying with the yin wind.

There were three heads staring at the middle-aged man all the time, an old man, a middle-aged man and a child, and their screams were the loudest and most obvious.

This man was extremely frightened, his eyes were dull, his thinking was already a little confused, he was talking nonsense, he had already peed his pants, he wanted to get up and run away, but his body was weak and weak.

Qing Han lifted the hem of his shirt and dragged it towards the strange tree, while the soft voice of words came faintly.

"There are seven emotions in the world, family affection is the top priority, Qing will send you to reunite with your family, I think they should think of you ......"

The middle-aged man was awakened by these words, and while struggling desperately, he cried and screamed endlessly.

This man must have known everything!

"Let me go, it's not my fault!"

Qing Han was unmoved and continued to drag, this hand was too strong, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

"This is handed down by our ancestors! It has lasted for tens of thousands of years! You ignored it at first, but now you want to find me?"

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the strange tree, the middle-aged man knew that he was going to die, and his face turned hideous in an instant.

"Okay! If you have to take care of this business, then you go and kill everyone!

"I don't bother to bother with things like this. Qing Han smiled dumbly, lifted him up, threw it at the strange tree, and said with a smile, "Don't you understand, you have already died." ”

The man was thrown out with great force, his body flying upside down in a bow, and things flew by, blurring his vision.

He struggled to look at the woman in green, who seemed to be elongated.

"That's ...... so"

The strange tree writhed, and three long vines stretched out to wrap around him, reaching into three holes at once.

His abdomen collapsed suddenly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The vines bulged out and moved upwards one by one.

A few 'leaves' grew from a bare branch on the strange tree.

The vine was pulled out of the hole and wrapped around his limbs, tearing them apart, and the vines retracted with several items.

The trunk of the tree has grown a little larger, with four more bare branches, and the canopy has become denser and more crowded.