Horror Revival: I Can Eat Evolution

In the flower pond.

Plants of various colors surround the small lake.

Only after getting closer can I see clearly.

In the very center of the lake, several thick tree trunks rose from the ground.

The water in the lake is not so clear, it is hard to see where the tree is, but Mu Feng found it.

The branches and leaves of these trees are particularly unusual.

The branches are like wicker, and the leaves are like flowers.

The flowers squeak on the wicker, the colors are different, and there is a faint fragrance when you smell it carefully.

"What kind of tree is this? It's so strange."

Mu Feng hesitated for a while, then glanced around.

According to Mao Mao's description.

The Burial Soul Flower is a strange flower. Although it has four leaves, it has the same color as the rhizome. Its bone-white appearance makes it easy to spot.

"Cuckoo cuckoo."

Before Mu Feng noticed anything.

The familiar cry re-entered the eardrum.

Mu Feng secretly thought that it was not good, and at some point, the slender iron weapon in his hand stabbed fiercely at the base of his leg.

"tear."

gasp

The severe pain made Mu Feng wake up a bit.

But going on like this is not an option, if the death-reducing bird is not driven away, Mu Feng may lose blood and die before he finds the Buried Soul Flower.

Just when Mu Feng was thinking about what to do.

"Cuckoo cuckoo."

A few more bird calls came.

Just as Mu Feng was about to raise his hand, he stabbed towards the base of his leg.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

"What does it taste like?"

Smell the rich fragrance of flowers in the air.

Mu Feng suddenly turned his eyes back to those strange trees.

I saw the flowers on the willow branches falling down one after another for some reason.

The pollen in the air was crystal clear and turned pale pink, slowly falling and filling the air and scattered everywhere.

There is no doubt that the smell comes from the withered flowers.

Just when Mu Feng was a little distracted, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The previous flowers of different colors turned out to be all white, and each flower only had four petals left. What else could it be if it wasn't a funeral flower?
Mu Feng's heart was filled with joy, and he wanted to step forward for a moment.

"Cuckoo."

Two birds chirping right next to my ears.

Hastily turned around to check.

I saw a death-killing bird that was shaped like a sparrow, but had a huge mouth that was as long as an eagle.

The dying bird stopped not far away, and kept looking at Mu Feng.

"Do you want to eat my meat?"

Mu Feng smiled wryly, and the iron in his hand pierced his leg again.

Then he stared at his round eyes and rushed forward.

"Cuckoo!!"

The bird screamed to death, and fled in all directions without any intention of attacking.

This made Mu Feng a little curious.

"See where you're going."

Until the death bird is forced to a corner where there is no way to retreat.

Mu Feng suddenly raised the iron weapon and pointed it at the target.

"clang!"

Iron objects smashed on the hard wall stone.

The dying bird flapped its wings, and it had already flown into the air.

"Damn."

Mu Feng cursed.

I didn't intend to continue entanglement, I wanted to get the Burial Soul Flower quickly.

But did not expect.

When he returned to the edge of the lake, he was completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of him.

There are hundreds or even thousands of dead birds in groups.

They waved their wings one after another, focused on the lake, and fixed their eyes on the giant tree in the center of the lake, as if they were cautious when facing a natural enemy.

"Goo!!"

The death-stimulating birds sang together, the sound was so shocking that people almost lost consciousness.

Mu Feng tightly blocked his ears, and hid his body among the hidden flowers.

A bird alone is tough enough to deal with.

It's hard not to sleep on the huge waves.

If found, it will not be swallowed alive.

But it's weird.

I do not know how long it has been.

The chorus of killing birds continued, but Mu Feng didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Could it be that the death bird doesn't have the function of hypnosis?"

Mu Feng gradually lowered his hands and tried to listen to the cry.

After a few sounds, I was overjoyed.

"The Si family are all bastards. This kind of information can be misunderstood. The sound of the death bird has no hypnotic effect at all."

After a few murmurs of relief.

Mu Feng seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

If there is no hypnotic effect, how can it explain the two people sleeping to death before?

Could it be that there are other things that have this effect?

do not care.

There are too many things beyond common sense in the real and virtual world. If you want to figure it out, you probably won't have a chance in ten or eight years.

That's good too, without the hindrance of the death urging bird, it will be easier to get the Burial Soul Flower.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng hurriedly got out.

Looking at the dead bird that found him, he waved his hand indifferently.

"Go away, don't force me to roast you."

Death Bird can't understand.

But Mu Feng understood the intentions of these idiots.

I saw them standing in front of them in groups, flapping their wings and stretching their bodies to the extreme.

It seemed to be stopping Mu Feng from moving forward.

Mu Feng stopped.

If there is nothing, look around.

Looking at the calm lake, there is no wave at all.

Simply waved the iron weapon to drive the death-killing bird away, and strode to the lake.

"Goo! Goo! Goo!"

Mu Feng was disturbed by the deafening bird call, and he turned around and aimed at the target and threw the iron weapon.

Scared to death, the bird fled away in a hurry.

Not waiting for Mu Feng to chuckle out loud.

Only the sound of "plop" was heard.

Afterwards, something as stiff as iron like a palm and bitingly cold wrapped Mu Feng's ankle tightly.

Hastily looked down.

Mu Feng's eyes widened suddenly.

There is still no time to make a struggling movement.

I only felt the force on my footsteps, and then with a "boom", the whole person disappeared by the lake.

In an instant, the dying bird stopped calling, and the flowers on the wicker did not wither, and the whole flower pond seemed to have returned to its former calm.

I do not know how long it has been.

Mu Feng looked at the "gululu" bubbles rising from his mouth.

The whole person struggled hard, but it didn't help at all.

The hands under him were still there, pulling him forcefully into the dark abyss.

Mu Feng only felt that his breath was not enough, and his eyes were heavy.

"No, you can't die here."

Mu Feng put his heart on the sidelines and gathered all his strength.

Bending down suddenly, stretching out his hands, he desperately pulled the restraints on his ankles.

one second.
Two seconds
three seconds
No matter how much Mu Feng struggled, it was useless.

The hands on the ankles seemed to have no force, no matter how hard they hit, they would not let go.

The moment Mu Feng was about to lose consciousness.

The bottom of the lake suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes are huge, as if occupying the entire lake.

Mu Feng was terrified.

What is it? The eyes alone are so huge that the fearsome eight-headed dragons are as small as dust in front of him.

I don't know if it's because of the bottom of the lake, or the original appearance of those eyes.

Those eyes were as blue as the sky, and then gradually turned red, as if blood was flowing from the corners of the eyes, gradually filling the entire eye disk.

Slowly, slowly.
Both eyes turned completely red, leaving only the abyss-like eyeball in the center, staring at Mu Feng's every move.

In an instant.

I feel like I have no strength in my feet.

Those hands didn't know when to retreat.

Mu Feng seized the opportunity and frantically moved his limbs.

On the lake, you can get it with your bare hands.

But Mu Feng lost his strength, and his whole body remained still in the water, gradually closing his eyes and allowing his body to sink towards the bottom of the lake.