The forest, which had been quiet for a long time, had a voice of her own for the first time.
The tiny buds were gestating in the darkness, and the sound of breaking the ground was so small, but at this moment it was earth-shattering.
This place, which had been silent for an unknown period of time, ushered in its new life.
The small green bud that grew near Lin Ming's feet stretched out with all its strength as if consciously, touching Lin Ming's ankles.
Like a trickle of life energy, it poured from the buds into Lin Ming's body.
My eyes, which were burning all the time, felt better.
Lin Ming was about to leave but stopped.
He half-crouched and groped on the ground, and finally touched the tender teeth that stretched out the tender branches and leaves.
It is so small, so fragile, yet so tough and tenacious, indicating the death and rebirth of life.
Where Lin Ming's fingertips met the bud, a fire suddenly appeared.
Black and white sparks hang next to the buds, just like the flowers they bloom.
The forest was indeed full of life, which was a good phenomenon, but the spores that were everywhere in the forest were only briefly cleared away by Lin Ming.
The flames brought by the spiritual power of life and the yin and yang qi are not endless. This time, he was able to achieve this by gaining the recognition of the dying forest and instilling the vitality of the entire forest into him.
You may not have such good luck next time.
He still has to continue to find a way to deal with this invasive species and let this forest survive without further trouble.
Since he made the decision and gave this forest new life, he would not let any creature break the script he had written for this forest.
Worried that the newly born bud would be parasitized again, Lin Ming left a spark that could burn for a long time before leaving calmly.
This time he left without any obstruction.
In this area that was briefly cleared, only the dead bodies of the forest's original plants remained.
"Kacha kacha——"
Human weight steps on those dead branches that have long since decayed, causing them to break and reattach themselves to the earth.
The forest where vitality gathers may turn into nutrients in the soil and reappear in the coming year.
"call--"
A gust of wind blew gently past Lin Ming's side, as gentle as a mother's hand caressing her child's face.
The wind was not strong, but it quietly pulled Lin Ming in another direction.
Lin Ming was stunned for a second and turned in the direction of the wind.
The wind slowly disappeared, and it seemed to be carrying a trace of nostalgia when it disappeared.
"Thanks."
Probably no one knows the boundaries of the forest better than the forest itself.
…
"I'm so tired. I suddenly want to take a nap. Please help me keep an eye on it while I rest for a while."
Where crowds gather, this sentence appears more and more frequently.
Wang Yan hugged Yaomei and wanted to remind those who were about to go to sleep that they should not sleep if they couldn't.
She opened her mouth slightly and felt a sting.
The blue silk thread tied her lips together, and even if they were slightly separated, they would draw blood.
The blood that flowed out was quickly absorbed by the elegant blue silk thread, and there was no difference at all.
The only thing that Wang Yan can understand now is probably her eyes.
She looked at the sky that was gradually covered with blue in a dazed and exhausted manner.
A mess of images flashed through my mind.
A life of hard study and practice since childhood.
Disciples of the Wang family who are close to each other.
A friend who lives far away from Xie's home.
Father and brother not far away.
And Lin Ming
…
When her consciousness was gradually swallowed up by drowsiness, Wang Yan struggled to put Yaomei aside.
"Be good, your father will come back to save us."
Lin Ming, just as they expected, rushed on the road to save them.
Under the guidance of this forest, it will be much easier to find the right direction and reach the edge of the forest.
When his toes no longer touched the bodies of those withered and scattered plants, Lin Ming knew that he had walked out of the forest.
The warm wind outside the forest carries a fragrant fragrance, like the fragrance of some unknown flower.
Lin Ming had smelled this floral fragrance before on the little fox.
It seems he has found the right place.
Where he couldn't see, outside the withered forest was a sea of blooming flowers.
The bright red flowers are dancing in the breeze.
The leaves of the flowers are so small that it is difficult to even spot them if you don’t look carefully.
On the contrary, the petals of the flowers are thick, plump and full of juice, as if they can be squeezed gently to extract the colorful flower juice.
This sea of flowers is so beautiful, as dreamy as the life that has not been destroyed.
But if you look carefully, you will find that where these beautiful flowers take root, what is exposed is not the earth, but the bones.
Flowers do not live in the soil, but grow around the bones and absorb the nutrients from the bones.
After all, flowers that can restrain those vicious spores are essentially more vicious than those spores.
The only good news is that they can't move with the wind like those spores.
At the moment, Lin Ming couldn't see anything, so he couldn't see those overly coquettish flowers, nor could he see the white bones that were tightly entangled and tortured by the flowers.
He looked for the direction in which the fragrance of flowers was emanating, and walked towards the flowers step by step.
When I noticed that Lin Ming was approaching, the flowers were swaying more cheerfully. The branches collided with each other, and the falling pollen filled the air with a richer fragrance.
Lin Ming also felt keenly that the fragrance of flowers in the air was getting stronger and stronger.
He paused for a moment, then walked forward without knowing anything.
The flowers closest to the periphery and the thorns wrapped around the white skull have silently given up on their prey, which has taken root for a long time.
The thorny thorns were approaching with all their teeth and claws, unaware of the prey approaching here.
Lin Ming had already stepped into the attack range of these thorns. The dense thorns were like tiny snakes, emerging from the land full of bones and greedily running towards the fresh flesh and blood.
They were ready to have a full meal, but in the final implementation process, they suffered misfortunes one by one.
Lin Ming walked steadily, and the thorns that attacked him were firmly stepped on under his feet.
Harmless, it is a mask of his.
Used to lure some prey that doesn't know whether to live or die.
The identities of prey and hunter were reversed at this moment.
He was still holding a thorn in his hand, and the dark green thorns were wrapped around his pale hand, which was completely weird.
"Got you."
His pale hands traced the sharp thorns on the thorns.
The sharp edge failed to leave even a trace on the seemingly thin hand.
He groped downwards along the direction of the growth of the thorns, and the flames burning on his wrists made the approaching thorns and the flowers that were showing off just now tremble.
Lin Ming pinched a flower, pulled it off the branch without mercy, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.