As a relic that would only occasionally appear in the depths of hell above level 20, the Urn of Tree Blood itself had a strange effect that went beyond common sense.
Usually, it was used by alchemists as a one-time refining cauldron. It was more high-end and convenient than the second-hand goods Huai Shi bought. When making some potions in the field of plants, it had a miraculous effect of almost perfect grafting.
Under the premise of fully retaining the characteristics of the two materials, the potion was endowed with terrifying vitality. Although it would generally turn into a plant after drinking it, if it was used on plants, it would have a perfect effect.
If it was even more extravagant, it was likely to be used as a flower pot in important cultivation projects of rare species.
And if it was used as a dialysis device, this terrifying vitality would be directly injected into Huai Shi's body, directly giving him the attribute of plant affinity.
It would also turn him into a vegetable.
However, with the foundation of the Stigmata Spirit, Huai Shi did not have to worry about this consequence. With the supplementary materials for advancement, advancing to a Mountain Ghost would be a piece of cake.
At that time, not only would he collect this surging vitality, but he would also directly raise Huai Shi's starting point. It could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.
Crow, on the other hand, had the idea that it was New Year's Eve, people were dead, people were here, it was not easy, he was still a child, it was for his own good, it was fine as long as he got used to it, and so on. He planned to go all the way and create a big mess.
Anyway, his poison resistance was so high that he would not die for a while. It was better to just put in some poison …
After all, the core of Mountain Ghosts and Spirits was sharing.
After the Halo of Fear formed by the Ash Fog, it was not a big deal to have another Halo of Plague!
It was just that the type of plague needed to be carefully selected. It needed to be strong, but it could not directly kill Huai Shi. It needed to have growth, but the starting point could not be too low … After receiving a gift from the Butcher of Heaven, Crow simply chose to do it himself.
It was convenient and fast.
Well, it was just a risk that if it failed, his whole family would spiral into the sky …
It was completely not itchy when there were too many lice. Anyway, he had done so many things, so it was not a big deal, right?
After Huai Shi lay down, the Crow flapped its wings, and an invisible force tore open a new pack of infusion tubes and inserted them into the blood vessels on Huai Shi's arm.
The other end, under the Crow's gaze, was wedged deep into the Tree Blood Urn.
On the wooden shell, the face that was exactly the same as Huai Shi's opened its eyes in an instant. With the infusion of blood, the eyes turned scarlet and moved nimbly. Its expression was stunned, and its lips opened and closed silently.
"Oh my god, where am I?"
Crow read Huai Shi's words from his lips and helplessly shook his head. "The Origin Substance is flowing normally, which means that it has already become a part of your body through your blood … … Lie down properly and don't move around."
She flapped her wings, and Huai Shi, who was spasming on the mattress, lay down again.
The viscous blood slowly rose from the bottom of the Tree Blood Urn, bringing with it a hint of green.
Just as it was about to fill up, another flexible tube was inserted into its left side. The connected dialysis machine began to operate with a low hum, extracting Huai Shi's blood from the urn and injecting it into Huai Shi's body.
Huai Shi felt like he was about to explode again.
Hm? Why did it have to use so much blood?
Just as this boundless vitality poured into his body like a tidal wave, Huai Shi opened his mouth to roar, but he felt his face quickly go numb.
When he reached out to touch it, the feeling from his fingertips was no longer the softness of flesh, but rather the roughness of wood with a large amount of fiber.
He saw that on his hands, as the blood vessels protruded, the wood grains were quickly spreading.
"It's about to begin."
Crow lowered her head and stared at Huai Shi, who was slowly transforming. "Hold on a little longer, don't go crazy."
Huai Shi could not help but want to laugh.
Huh? This degree of pain was completely common, why did he still need to endure it?
Soon, he found that what was more unbearable than the pain … was the numbness and itchiness in his limbs and bones, and what was more terrifying than this … were his wildly growing fingers and the aerial roots that extended from between his fingers.
He was stunned and looked at Crow. His hardened vocal cords vibrated with difficulty and he said, "I seem to have become …"
A tree.
Then he turned into a tree.
A human-shaped tree.
Ignorant and unaware, he maintained a look of shock.
Click!
As the flash lit up, the sound of the shutter spread, leaving Huai Shi's dazed and frightened face on Crow's screen.
"If there is someone in Xi Mountain, who is brought to Xi Mountain …"
She raised her wings, opened the test tube in the dry refrigerator, and poured all the pitch-black virus into the Tree Blood Urn.
"I wish you a good dream, young man."
Along with the blood that gradually turned dark green, endless viciousness and despair poured into Huai Shi's body … However, Huai Shi could not feel anything.
He was just a vegetative person.
Like a plant.
.
The feeling of becoming a plant was unexpectedly strange, so strange that Huai Shi could not help but begin to think — what organ did he use to think? Did he lose his brain?
After losing control of his body, Huai Shi's soul lay in the cage-like body, curiously looking around at the darkness, and then looking at his own body.
Is the soul also in human form? The light that is not spherical is a little surprising.
He curiously fiddled with himself, sometimes stretching himself, sometimes squashing himself, sometimes forming an S, and sometimes …
After being silly, he began to think about the reality.
Then, what should he do now?
Advance?
It seemed that this was not under his control. Since he had become a plant, should he just wait and see?
Then, should he fight the zombies?
Then, there must be zombies …
In the endless darkness where time seemed to have lost its meaning, he seemed to be floating in the universe, with nothing to do except think.
So he began to think.
Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?
Why does the world exist, what is the value of life, what is the meaning of living … Also, what did Crow do behind his back?
If a ship was constantly replacing parts during a long voyage, when the last part was returned, what would he eat for dinner?
If there was a group of screaming dead children tied to the left track in front of the train, and a middle-aged man who scratched his feet and talked loudly on the phone in public was tied to the right track in front of the train, how could he let the train drift and crush both sides?
If the rancher and the Green Sun people fell into the water at the same time, how could he find a way to throw Crow into the water?
In the midst of all kinds of problems that were destined to be unsolvable, Huai Shi began to think for a long time without end.
At first, there was anger and fear, meaningless resistance and resistance, struggling with illusory hope, and finally, he completely sank into the darkness in numbness.
In the absolute darkness, all of this seemed to be endless.
Huai Shi forgot where he was going, where he was, and who he was.
He seemed to have really become a tree.
He felt the roots slowly but quickly growing, deeply rooted in the soil. Countless curved branches grew out of his arms that had lost their contours, filling every inch of the space in the cellar and passing through the soil and stones.
Growing.
Just like that, it grew silently.
Slowly and firmly, it extended toward the ground. When the first bud broke out of the soil, Huai Shi felt the tiny warmth of the sun shining on him.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a heartfelt joy.
It was the sweet happiness when life found itself still existing. Even if the world was so cruel, even if there were insects and ants gnawing on his limbs, he was still alive, growing tenaciously, and embracing the sun.
Synthesizing chlorophyll is really happy.
He bathed in the sun and thought so from the bottom of his heart.
As for Huai Shi … Who is Huai Shi?
Who cares.
Growing up is happy ~
As long as it's happy.
So, he forgot the alternating dawn and dusk, day and night. He was immersed in the joy of growing up and focused on spreading the countless roots from the ground.
He pushed away the soil, drilled through the cover, sank into the underground river, probed into the nest, and took root in the cold city between concrete and steel bars.
Without him realizing it, his root system had already spread out several hundred kilometers like a giant net. It wriggled underground and connected to the root system that was connected to the countless trees under Qing Xiu Mountain. It then merged into the endless moss in the dark sewer under Xin Hai. With that as the end point, it connected to the countless lush flowers and trees.
Countless lives gathered into one here.
Many became one.
Countless fine tremors intertwined into a surging pulse. When the fine tremors set off by the unloved plants overlapped, it formed a low rumble that seemed to cover the entire mortal world.
It was a whisper that no one could hear, a whisper that no one knew, a ballad that no one could listen to.
It was like the low lingering sound of a cello.
It echoed in his ears.
For a moment, Huai Shi heard the sound of his soul breaking.
It was like the germination of a seed.
In the long wait and gestation, the miracle that belonged to the soul flowed out from it. Like water flowing naturally, the miracle that served death embraced this majestic life and happily merged with it.
The magnificent light that was tempered from death lit up from the wooden body and flowed in every song.
At that moment, Huai Shi finally jumped out from the manifestation of the roots and the body. He smashed the shackles, and his soul was free. Like the wind, he jumped nimbly from countless flowers and plants, shuttling through every place.
He felt the walking of the beasts and the blowing of the wind under the shade of the trees, the sound of wild cats crying and playing, and the countless swaying flowers and plants under the starry sky.
He caught a glimpse of the turbulent flow of people, the passers-by who were in a hurry after work, the children wandering in the streets, the old people watering the flowers and plants, and the laughter that echoed in the green field.
Then, Huai Shi saw the slender back of the girl and the coat that was slowly taken off.
It was Fu Yi.
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through Huai Shi's mind, making him seem to recall something.
In the green plant in the corner of the boudoir, Huai Shi looked at the girl with her back to him in astonishment. He watched as she responded to her mother's words loudly, closed the door, threw her coat on the hanger, and then took off her white T-shirt, exposing her smooth back and the slender bandage across her white skin.
A pink bow.
"Oh my god … so exciting …"
Huai Shi opened his mouth wide in astonishment and struggled forward. The pot of green plants struggled to move forward an inch, as if to find the best viewing position.
Then, he saw the green dress fall on the carpet. The slender calf wrapped in black stockings was lifted and deeply sank into the plush carpet.
Huai Shi widened his eyes and held his breath.
At that moment, an invisible gravitational force suddenly burst forth, pulling his soul back!
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