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"Lulu!"
To everyone's surprise, the once imposing wild boars and wild chickens had actually panicked and retreated several steps, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from the vines and looking from afar, not daring to approach.
"Are they just some vines? Do they need to be that scared?"
Greg looked down on them and took another look at the sturdy, thigh-thick, emerald vines before him.
They indeed were quite eerie. There were over a hundred vines interlaced among the tree trunks, spanning nearly twenty meters horizontally and nearly enveloping the entire tree vertically.
The whole thing felt like a massive spider web, with many animals already entangled, and smaller vines binding them tightly while ceaselessly drawing blood.
Under these vines, there were piles of stark white bones accumulated like a mountain; clearly, many animals had died here before he arrived.
"Hm? Isn't that Goldie?"
