At that moment, everyone present wore shocked expressions.
A strange black tree had grown, its endlessly sprouting tendrils bearing evil ghosts at their tips.
And those evil ghosts were crazily attacking us...
"Damn it, what is this?"
"Captain, what kind of evil tree is this?"
"Is this an illusion?"
The Secret Bureau investigators all cried out in surprise.
Despite their frequent missions, their travels across the country, and the many supernatural incidents they had handled, the evil tree before them still shocked them.
Feng Shuang wielded his Peachwood Sword, slashing apart several vine-like evil ghosts.
He shouted:
"Don't know. Never seen it before. Whatever it is, just chop them to death, cut down this evil tree, and rescue Chen Lou."
"Understood, Captain!"
"Brothers, kill!"
"..."
Mao Jing and I kept attacking as well.
Though this black tree had grown enormous in a short time—
It now stood more than ten or twenty meters tall, with luxuriant branches and evil ghosts dangling beneath it—
Neither Mao Jing nor I feared it. We raised our swords and began hacking and slaughtering wildly.
At the same time, I quietly asked:
"Mao Jing, do you recognize this evil tree?"
Mao Jing frowned.
"I'm not sure if it's the same thing, but I did read about it in an ancient text. The spirit of a demon tree could be refined into an evil fetus, becoming the evil of a ghostwood tree.
"But that book contained no detailed descriptions or records.
"Still, this evil tree in front of us looks like the evil fetus formed from the spirit of a demon tree."
The spirit of a demon tree, an evil fetus?
I thought to myself that it meant the demon soul of a tree spirit had been refined into an evil spirit.
That evil spirit would