Zhang Shuhui shakily pushed her glasses back up her nose. Without sparing a thought for anything else, she hurriedly got to her feet.
"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, what's wrong with you?!"
"Ah Qing!!"
"Cult Master, Cult Master, can you hear me?!"
She knew Jiang You shared a mental connection with this tree, but no matter how loudly she shouted, the cannibal tree remained unmoved.
It had completely lost its reason and become a savage mutated Dian Bai!
The thick vines thrashed wildly through the air like serpent heads.
They were terrifyingly reminiscent of mutated snake cypress!
She had no idea how to control the cannibal tree in its current state. After all, there was no way she could control a tree that had gone berserk.
The cannibal tree had now grown nearly a hundred meters tall. On its lush crown, vines resembling tentacles were madly destroying everything around them.
The treehouse was soon demolished by the frenzied cannibal tree.
The six-story building was lashed apart at the middle.
Broken planks, red-hot iron pots, burning firewood, clothes, sofas—everything was swept into the air by those tentacles before rapidly crashing back down.
Zhang Shuhui watched helplessly as the treehouse turned into ruins before her eyes.
This was her home, her home in this world.
But compared to the treehouse, she was more worried about Ah Qing—or, more accurately, Jiang You.
Ah Qing had never been in this state before. Jiang You must have encountered a life-threatening danger.
Yet there was nothing she could do.
For the first time, Zhang Shuhui felt a little resentful toward her own ability.
She had always thought it was the ability best suited to her, the tortoiseshell that made her feel safest.
But now, apart from waiting here, she could do nothing.
That feeling of helplessness pierced