The area around the Dark Haunted Tree King had turned into a hellish hellscape. Zero walked up to the Tree King, and wherever she went, bat corpses littered the ground. By the time she reached the Tree King, there was not a single bat in sight. The ground was littered with corpses and black blood.
The Dark Haunted Bugs in the sky were flying everywhere, not daring to get close to Zero. Even the Dark Haunted Tree King was trembling, and its leaves were rustling.
Zero's face was expressionless. She walked up to the tree king and touched its trunk. Her purple eyes looked confused and confused.
Pang!
While Han Sen was wondering what Zero was doing, Zero punched the Dark Haunted Tree King. The bark of the tree cracked, and the wood splintered in all directions.
Without stopping, Zero threw another punch at the Dark Haunted Tree King. Wood chips and bark flew everywhere, and soon, a one-meter-wide hole was blasted into the tree.
Han Sen noticed that the inside of the Tree King was hollow. Zero had only broken the bark and the thin wood, and the hollow was revealed.
Seeing Zero enter the tree hole, Han Sen wanted to go after her. But when he was one thousand meters away from her, he felt as if his lifeforce was being drained away.
Even Little Silver, who was perched on his shoulder, felt the same. Little Silver screamed and jumped off of Han Sen's shoulder, running out of the tree king's range.
Han Sen took a few steps forward, but he could feel his lifeforce draining away. He had no choice but to retreat. If he kept going, he was afraid he would die of old age, just as Liu Fang had said.
But Zero had already entered the tree hole, and Han Sen couldn't see what was going on inside. The Dongxuan Aura couldn't reach that far, and the devil-eye mask was blocked. He couldn't see the lifeforce inside the tree hole.
Han Sen was worried, and he didn't know what was going on inside the hole. All he could hear was the sound of wood breaking.
The mountainous Dark Haunted Treeking was shaking, and the flowers were withering. Petals of the Nightlight Tree withered, and the sky was filled with petals. Even the sky was covered by the petals.
Not only the Dark Haunted Tree King, but the petals of the entire Dark Haunted Forest were also wilting. When the wind blew, pink petals fluttered in the air. The scene was both strange and beautiful.
"What happened?"
Liu Fang and Wang Jiangang ran over in shock. The commotion in Night Ghosts Forest had alarmed them. They guessed that something must have happened to Han Sen, so they ran over to see what was going on.
Han Sen shook his head and stared at the hole in the Tree King's body.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the camp, giving Liu Fang and Wang Jiangang a fright.
"Oh no, something seems to have happened at the camp." Liu Fang turned around and ran towards the camp.
Han Sen ran into the hole in the tree to see what was going on, but he couldn't enter. He hesitated for a moment, then followed Liu Fang back to the camp. He wanted to see what was going on.
Before the three of them reached the camp, they saw two people running out in shock. There was a lot of blood on their bodies, but it was obvious that the blood wasn't theirs. They didn't know whose blood had splashed on them.
"What happened?" Wang Jiangang pulled one of them aside and asked.
"Ghost … Ghost … There is a ghost …" The two people were scared out of their wits, and they screamed a few times before running away.
Han Sen didn't say a word.
He ran to the camp and saw that it was in ruins.
There was yellow dirt everywhere, and the only place where the Dark Haunted Tree had once been was a large hole in the ground.
Inside the hole was a black rectangular object.
It was three meters long, and it looked like it was made of wood.
One end was wide, and the other was narrow.
It had a round top and a square bottom.
It looked very strange.
"Is this … a coffin?"
Han Sen looked at the rectangular object, and he thought it looked like a coffin used to bury people in ancient times.
In this era, there was no such thing as a coffin thousands of years ago. It was only occasionally seen in popular science works or ancient movies and TV series.
They were a product of ancient superstition, and in the Alliance, they could only be seen in museums.
But in that shelter, there was a black wooden coffin. It was a shocking sight to behold.
Han Sen had never heard of a spirit or creature using a coffin, and it was impossible for him to believe such a thing was possible.
Even if a spirit died, her spirit stone would self-destruct. Nothing would be left behind, so what was the point of having a coffin?
Creatures would never have something like a coffin. No matter how smart a creature was, they wouldn't be so superstitious, and there was no such thing as a coffin.
Creatures were born in nature and returned to nature. When they died, they would return to their origin. Their flesh would either be buried on the ground or eaten by other creatures. There was no such thing.
"Did a human bring a coffin here and bury it?" Han Sen thought to himself.
Liu Fang and Wang Jiangang, on the other hand, seemed to be a little scared. They had been sleeping on top of a coffin for so many years.
There was no doubt that the lack of Dark Haunted Trees in this area had something to do with the coffin.
The scariest thing was that the people in the camp were all bleeding from their orifices. Their bodies were curled up, and they looked like they had shrunk. Their muscles were all dried up.
The ground was covered in blood, and it seemed as if all of their blood had seeped out of their bodies. Not a single drop was left.
There were no wounds on their bodies, either. It was as if they had all died from bleeding out of their orifices.
Liu Fang and Wang Jiangang looked at the black coffin in horror. The lid of the coffin kept shaking, making a banging sound, as if something was trying to rush out from inside.
Han Sen stared at the coffin, but even with his Devil-Eye Mask, he couldn't see any lifeforce inside.
His senses made him feel a bit uneasy, but that was all it was.
Pang!
After a loud bang, the lid of the coffin was forcibly pushed open, and many coffin nails flew out. Each nail was about half a foot long, and they were very rough. They couldn't be compared to the current metal nails, but they had an inexplicable sense of wildness and death. They were pitch-black and dark red, and were indescribably strange.
Pang!
The lid of the coffin was pushed open again, revealing a crack large enough for a fist to pass through. But it was still dark inside, and Han Sen couldn't see what was inside.
Pat!
Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the black hole-like coffin and grabbed the edge of the coffin lid.