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The tree hole was pitch black, with only a faint white light in front. Sang Feiwan quickly ran towards the direction of the white light.

As she walked closer, the white light gradually became larger before her eyes.

When the darkness completely disappeared, the surrounding scenery gradually became clear.

She found herself walking out of the tree hole again.

Looking back, the tree is still as thick and tall as before, but the leaves are no longer glowing, and there are no red "fruits" hanging on it.

Apart from being taller, this tree seems no different from ordinary trees.

The environment in front of me has also changed. It is no longer in an underground cave, but on the ground.

In the distance is the blue sea and blue sky, in your face is a cool breeze with the smell of the sea, and there is a large piece of grass under your feet.

Sang Feiwan stood in the middle of it, and suddenly felt as if she had come to an ordinary island for vacation.

Just then, a group of people came from the woods in the distance.

The man in the lead looked to be in his twenties or thirties. He stood under the tree and kept exclaiming, "This tree is so tall and big! It is said to be more than four thousand years old."

"Four thousand years! What is the difference between humans and trees? Why can trees live for a thousand years, but it is difficult for humans to live for a hundred? What is the longevity gene of trees? What affects the life span of humans?"

He said to his followers behind him: "If we can solve these mysteries, can human life expectancy be greatly increased?"

The group of people circled under the big tree. Sang Feiwan could see each of them, but they could not see Sang Feiwan.

"There is actually a memory sealed here? This man... is Dyson? But is this Dyson's memory or the tree's?"

There were too many questions, and Sang Feiwan could only look down quietly.

Those people came under the big tree, took out their tools, and removed the bark, trunk, and leaves to conduct various research.

Before long, various laboratories and experimenters in white coats appeared next to the big tree.

They study the genes of trees, the genes of humans, and conduct various experiments.

In the distant sky, the sun and the moon alternate without any hesitation, and time passes quietly.

The appearance of the tree remains unchanged, but the people who study the tree are slowly getting older.

Dyson would often visit the island to check on the trees and the results of his experiments.

As time went by, he became more and more anxious: "Why is there no progress? I spend so much money every year to support you, but you still can't come up with anything. Isn't my money wasted?"

"I'm almost sixty years old and my health is starting to go downhill!"

"I can't stand this body! I want to live forever and stay young forever!"

"I heard that regularly replacing the body's blood can keep you young. Why don't you try to study in this direction?"

"Humans have blood, and trees have sap. Are there any similarities between the two? Can we extract the longevity gene from trees and program it into human genes?"

"Need a test subject? That's easy. There is nothing in this world that money can't solve."

After a period of time, a large number of people began to be sent to the island. These people had unknown identities and origins; they were men and women, old and young.

They are used in various experiments like mice.

Some were injected with extracts from the big trees, while others had their blood drained to nourish the big trees.

Gradually, the resentment on the island grew, and those who died were thrown into the sea at random.

What no one noticed was that the souls of those who died unjustly were captured by the tree roots and trapped underground, becoming nutrients to nourish the giant tree.

One day, there was thunder and lightning, and there was a strong storm on the island.

The roots of the big tree suddenly penetrated into the laboratory, killed all the researchers, sucked their blood and flesh, and even spared their souls.

Dyson was also on the island that day.

He was sleeping and was suddenly awakened by the noise.

When I rushed to the laboratory, I saw pale lights flickering and many people in white coats lying on the ground. Their bodies had become shriveled like firewood and there was still a look of fear on their hideous faces.

The tree trunks swam like snakes, piercing into the bodies of those people, making gurgling sounds as they swallowed.

Dyson was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run, and the tree trunks were alarmed and rushed towards him frantically.

He was forced into a corner, with no way to retreat. Just when he thought he was about to be killed, the tree roots suddenly stopped in front of him.

They hovered around Dyson, as if sensing something.

After a few minutes, the tree roots slowly retreated, leaving only one of them resting on Dyson's forehead as if exchanging some information.

After that day, Dyson, who was already in his sixties or seventies, suddenly became like a man in his thirties.

He was so excited that he simply moved to the island and spent day and night in the laboratory.

He didn't care if the experimenter died. He had money anyway and could afford a pension and rebuild the experimental team.

Later, he became more and more crazy and began to use his own blood and genes for research.

He discovered that injecting his genes into trees could create a closer relationship between them.

The possessed tree became more and more crazy, gradually rejecting other people's blood, but liking Dyson's blood.

A few years ago, Dyson extracted a large number of tadpoles from his body and secretly mixed them into tadpole banks in countries around the world. Now, the children carrying his genes have grown up.

In order to continue to support the tree, he used huge wealth as a lure to get those "children" to come back and recognize their relatives.

So, groups of young people who were eager to find their relatives came to the Island of Eternal Life.

But what greeted them was a cruel sacrifice!

Their flesh, blood, and even their souls were sacrificed to the devilish tree.

Although the possessed tree is becoming more and more bizarre, extracting substances from its trunk can really make Dyson immortal!

Not only did his appearance become younger, but all the organs in his body also returned to their best condition.

But it was also after this that Dyson disappeared from the Island of Eternal Life.

No one knew where he went, not even the experimenter and his assistant on the island had ever seen him again.

If there are any instructions, I will send messages to my assistant via mobile phone to guide the next work arrangements.

At this moment, everyone on the island was busy. Staff in white coats kept entering the white villa and going deep underground to collect and conduct research.

There are also people who come to claim to be their relatives, but they never return, carrying with them the dream of getting rich.

Behind Sang Feiwan, the tree hole she came from had been wrapped by countless vines, blocking the exit.

The gray-brown tree roots slowly emerged from the ground and swam towards Sang Feiwan's ankles.

There was also a green vine floating down from the tree branch. The sharp branches were bent into an S shape, like the head of a poisonous snake, aiming at Sang Feiwan's head, ready to attack.

Sang Feiwan was still looking for something nearby and seemed unaware of the danger behind him.

"Swish!" The vine branch stabbed towards Sang Feiwan at lightning speed, with a force that could penetrate everything.

Countless tree roots also became crazy in an instant, surrounding from all directions...