A puppet?
Contamination?
More strange terms he had never heard before.
Chen Fan's mind roared again.
It felt as though something had been wiped from his mind, and his eyes stung. He could not help but close them.
Stinging tears flowed from his eyes, tinged with a little blood.
Then, he felt that something around him had changed.
The mist was still the same mist.
The forest was still...
No, was this even a forest?
Chen Fan looked around in shock. Beside him stood a large tree, but what had once been an ordinary tree had now turned black.
Patches of green fungus covered the trunk, and instead of the grain of wood, its surface resembled distorted, malformed human faces.
After staring at them for too long, his vision even began to double, and his mind swam with dizziness.
The branches seemed to turn into swaying hands, beckoning for him to come closer.
As if drawn in, Chen Fan walked toward the tree without control.
The faces on the tree instantly came alive. They twisted and crowded together, their eyes eagerly fixed on Chen Fan as he approached.
Come!
Come over!
Merge with us forever.
Become an eternal, unchanging existence!
Stay here.
Become part of the Mist Forest.
God said that we would exist with Him forever.
Countless eerie whispers appeared in Chen Fan's mind, constantly tempting him and tugging at his consciousness.
Chen Fan sensed that something was wrong.
But he had no ability to resist. All he could do was watch in terror as he walked step by step toward the tree.
Stop! Stop!
He did not know what those things on the tree were, but he had a premonition that if he truly merged with them...
He would never be able to go back.
His father, mother,