The dense fog surged, and the jungle seemed to be rising, revealing its ferocity to the outsiders.
Lin Jin's gaze turned slightly cold as he squeezed his knuckles, ready to take action, but Yu Yue by his side pushed him down, hinting with a nod towards Su Huan, who was sitting in the tree, signaling him not to be impulsive.
"...They start calling out to their loved ones, and those who heed the call will merge into the jungle."
Su Huan broke off a willow branch, watching the green sap ooze out, and said coolly, "Is this why they cover their ears in fear?"
"This call can be resisted with some attention, but the truly irresistible thing is deep within this jungle."
Uncle Xiaoya's voice carried a trace of fear.
"Even if they become vegetative, people still disappear from time to time, as if swallowed by the jungle, and without any warning."
The entire jungle pressed in unknowingly, almost covering the rooftop beneath their feet.
