"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."
A string of glass bottles shattering rang out in Lu Xin's mind, instantly triggering a sense of alarm.
"This thing again?"
He looked up into the distance, and Lu Xin suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.
Earlier, in order to leave the Museum of Calamities, he had worked hard to correct his own understanding. As a result, his ability to see Mental Monsters seemed to have been faintly affected as well.
When he looked up, the first thing he saw was one floating person after another, densely packed in the air. Their bodies twitched as they desperately tensed up, like people hanging themselves and making one final struggle.
From his angle, all he could see was pair after pair of feet dangling in midair.
That was only his first impression. Looking more carefully, he saw the monster behind that dense mass of people—a towering Flesh Monster Tree deep in the wilderness, desperately stretching out its body and growing at tremendous speed.
Countless vines extended from the Flesh Monster Tree, reaching every person floating in the air.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh..."
A complex, indistinguishable sound surged from the throats of the people hanging in the air.
Their half-open eyes had completely opened by then, revealing empty sockets.
There were no eyeballs in their sockets.
Only hollow darkness remained, with tangible pain and struggle spilling outward.
They were being assimilated by the vines of the Flesh Monster Tree. Their pained features shifted constantly like a Rubik's Cube, while the muscles on their faces twisted desperately until they exceeded their limits and slowly tore apart.
"Roar..."
They suddenly opened their mouths wide and let out furious cries.
Amid those cries, the Flesh Monster Tree shook its body in delight and rose higher section by section.
Every person it absorbed made it