"Huh, why is the juice red?"
Xigou suddenly exclaimed.
Fang Zhixing's pupils constricted slightly; he also saw that the juice flowing out was as red and viscous as blood.
He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
Liang Buqing laughed, "This is an inherent characteristic of the plants in the restricted area, whether they are trees or other plants, their sap is crimson."
Astonished, Fang Zhixing walked up to a tree, drew his sword from its sheath, and chopped down.
Whoosh!
The tree bark cracked and a piece peeled off.
The exposed cambium oozed strands of blood-red sap, just like human blood, the more he looked, the more eerie it became, beyond description.
"Damn it, really?"
Xigou was profoundly shocked and amazed, "Could these trees have become spirits? Are they all Nie Xiaoqian's tree demon grandmothers?!"
The scene was truly incredible.
Fang Zhixing also felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
"Tree demon grandmother..."