Chapter 271:

Duan Xiaoyun not only sent a lot of photos, but also sent a few videos, which she recorded on her mobile phone.
In the first video, she was eating an apple gobbled up, and had not let go of the fruit and fruit seeds, stuffed her brain into her mouth and covered it with her hand. She tried to swallow, but her stomach fell together, seeming to be churning.
After she ate an apple, she picked up another apple and wiped it with her sleeve, but suddenly she couldn't bite it. She started to cry, sobbing: "Teacher Fan, will you really be summoned by the monster if you eat more of this fruit? I want to find my son. I want to know where he is."
After she said this, she began to gnab the apple again, but she made retching noises one after another. Her face was full of tears and her eyes were full of pain, but she did not dare to stop, nor did she want to stop. She had to find her son, even if she couldn't find it, it would be a relief to die.
This video is over before the second apple is eaten.
Fangalo opened the second video, but saw a piece of black soil and a pair of hard-moving legs appearing in the lens. From the perspective of wearing, it should be Duan Xiaoyun. She didn't speak, her breathing breath seemed to be close at hand, and then the camera began to move up to photograph the surrounding environment.
This is a place surrounded by dense fog, the viewing range is very narrow, the human eye can only see the scene within one meter. And how did Duan Xiaoyun go to this place, maybe she did n’t even know it herself, because she was already panicking, standing in circles in the same place, making the camera quickly rotate, making people dizzy.
Suddenly, in her field of vision, a thin figure appeared in the thick fog, and flickered as the camera moved. Immediately afterwards, the camera quickly moved back, fixedly shooting at the figure, and an increasingly heavy gasp rang in the ear.
Duan Xiaoyun was even more flustered and shouted, "Who? Who is there?"
She stood stiffly, and the figure, like her, stood quietly and did not step forward to greet or greet her. The dense fog surrounds the figure, making him appear and disappear.
Duan Xiaoyun finally walked over with his legs crossed, and tentatively asked who the other party was while walking. The secret of the dark fog makes her feel terrified. It may be good to find a companion.
She was getting closer and closer to the person, and soon met face-to-face, then she screamed screamingly, and the camera shook, then fell to the ground, covered with wet mud and rotten foliage, and changed It became a black screen.
This concludes the second video ...
Fangallo handed the phone to Song Rui. Song Rui understood what he meant without saying a word, sent the video to a laptop, opened it with a special video software for the police, and played it one second before the phone fell. , Press the freeze button.
Van Gogh looked at the computer screen and sighed with his eyes closed. Song Rui took off the gold wire glasses and wiped slowly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Meng Zhong arrived at this time, squeezed the two of them away and hugged the computer, watched it several times in a row, and fixed the lens in front of the black screen for a second, his face showing a horrified but incredible expression.
I saw that the figure standing quietly in the thick fog was not a figure, but a tree. A twisted human face was growing on the scarred trunk, the eyes were wide open, and the mouth was opened vigorously, It seemed to be calling for help; the legs that had turned into dead wood were twisted together and plunged deep into the soil; both hands were raised high, and ten fingers turned into dense branches, stretching in the dense fog, and I wondered where to go.
Is this a human or a tree? If it is a tree, it is impossible to have a life-like face like humans; if it is a human, it should not be the texture of dead wood and the growth of the rings.
Meng Zhong stared at the screen, his mouth numb with fear.
"This is a tree formed by the human body." Fangallo answered.
Meng Zhong's breath gradually became heavy from weakness. So, this was originally a person, but later it became a tree?
"Look at this video." Fangallo sent the third video to the computer.
Meng Zhong sat motionless in place, his body stiff like a stone. He dare not look.
Song Rui hugged the computer, placed it on the coffee table, and clicked to play.
Duan Xiaoyun had picked up his mobile phone and was shooting at the tree man. His wheezing gasps turned into low weeping. She stumbled on the decaying branches and leaves, then turned around and ran away. The constantly shaking camera shot her surroundings.
In the thick mist like black water, a shadow of people passed by like ghosts. Duan Xiaoyun already knew what they were, so his steps became more rapid. Suddenly, the swaying camera shot a more bizarre scene, which made Meng Zhong break away from the extreme deep cold and fell into a more terrible abyss.
I saw a few green-green vines broke apart from Duan Xiaoyun's stomach, and quickly wrapped her body, making her run slowly. She threw away her phone, screamed and tore the vines, but was wrapped tightly.
The camera was slanting towards her, and the process of turning her into a tree was clearly photographed. She moved hard, and every step of her legs fell into the soil inch by inch. After struggling for a long time, she had grown branches to pick up her mobile phone again, and took photos of the dense fog in front of the silhouette.
The third video is over, but Meng Zhong is still in a desperate situation like a personal experience.
"This is the photo she sent, let's see it." Van Galo transferred dozens of photos to the computer.
Meng Zhong opened it one by one, and the fear on his face had become numb.
"This is Chang Qi." Song Rui pointed to one of the photos.
Meng Zhong's eyes fixed, and he took a deep breath. In the photo, Chang Qi's legs are plunged into the soil, and his hands are transformed into dozens of vines, extending into the thick fog that can't see the end. His face was covered with dark brown wood grain, and it was completely rigid, but the expression of fear was always fixed at the moment before death. At first glance, he looks like bound to the cross, suffering endless suffering.
Is this the ultimate power he seeks? This is another level of life that he often talks about in his mouth?
Thinking of this, Meng Zhong did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Song Rui pointed to another photo and said, "This seems to be your comrade-in-arms?"
Meng Zhong looked closely, then closed his eyes, covered his face, and dared not face the terrible world again.
"Is the world in the photo real? Is it not far from us?" When asked this question, Meng Zhong's heart was trembling. He thought that such a scene would only appear in the end of the film.
"It has existed for many years, but we just discovered it." Van Gogh slashed into his chaotic heart.
Meng Zhong gasped for a while, then bit the root of his teeth, afraid to ask any more questions.
Song Rui is still turning down the photos.
Fangalo suddenly grasped his wrist and said in a hurry: "Fall forward!"
Song Rui poured one.
"No, it's still in front." Van Galo grabbed the mouse for a few clicks, then took a deep breath.
Song Rui enlarged this picture to fill the entire screen.
Under the influence of this dignified atmosphere, Meng Zhong couldn't help but become more nervous. "What's wrong, is there a problem with this picture?"
Fangallo shook his head and didn't speak, but stared at the photo with heavy eyes. The tree in the photo is different from any previous tree. It has no human face, hands or feet. The seemingly thick trunk is actually twisted and twisted by thousands of green-green vines, and then turned into As a dense branch, it penetrates into the thick black mist and spreads in all directions.
It is like the center of darkness, the deepest darkness; and like the end of the abyss, the endless abyss. The image shown in the photo is only a small part of it, and no one can see clearly how large its canopy is.
"What kind of tree is this?" Meng Zhong was caught in the dark breath of this tree.
"I don't know. Only a bunch of vine trunks were photographed in the picture. I didn't take any leaves. I can't see what kind of tree it is." Xuerui Song was also stumped.
Fangallo stared at this photo for a long time, and then turned it back on the phone screen to fit in the palm of his hand. His expression was always quiet, but there was a lot of fine sweat on his forehead and nose. It can be seen that he is strenuous.
For the first time, Meng Zhong saw this expression of helplessness and helplessness on the face of Teacher Fan, and the panic in his heart was growing indefinitely. If even the teacher Fan can't deal with this tree, what should ordinary people like them do?
By the way, I heard that Master Fan ’s master is also here. He also agreed with Minister Yan that this matter will be resolved satisfactorily. Master Fan, the strength should be stronger? Can he solve this demon tree?
When Meng Zhong thought of this, the tired voice of Mr. Fan was heard in his ear: "This tree, even a demigod like my master, can't take it."
"What?" Meng Zhong blocked his voice.
Song Rui just listened quietly.
"All the masters who sacrificed the Xuan Men are just sent to death in vain." Fangallo added.
Meng Zhong's throat was so harsh that he felt harsh: "You can't deal with it, your master can't deal with it, and the whole Xuanmen can't deal with it. So what should we ordinary people do? Take the door and use it as fertilizer? "
"Who said I can't deal with it?" Fangallo put down his phone and spoke slowly.
"Don't you tell Minister Yan before that you are not sure? You said just now that even your master is not an opponent of this tree."
"My Master can't deal with it, it doesn't mean that I can't deal with it either." Van Galo tapped the screen of the phone with slender fingertips. "I already know what it is. In this world, except me, I am afraid No one can deal with it. "
"Really? Its real body ..." Meng Zhong's eyes erupted in fiery light, but he was interrupted by a thunder that carried through the clouds before he finished.
The rolling thunder roared like a giant dragon in the air, causing all the heaven and earth to tremble. Meng Zhong looked up and looked suspiciously. In the cold winter, where can there be such a big thunder?
Van Gaal listened for a moment and affirmed: "It's my master, it seems that he has found the tree."
"Don't tell me that your master struck this thunder!" Meng Zhong said with a shock.
"His name is Xuan Chengzi, also known as True Thunder King." Van Gogh looked at Song Rui with a simple explanation and asked, "Do you know what I'm going to do? Do you have any comments? "
Song Rui took off the gold wire glasses and wiped them, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Fangallo looked at him quietly, waiting patiently. Without common negotiation, he will not do dangerous things without authorization. Such a tacit understanding is not known when.
Song Rui put on gold silk glasses and said quietly: "I don't stop what you want to do, but you have to take me. I'm going to pick up Yangyang and send him to the warmth, and then we will start."
"Okay." Van Galo picked up a thick coat and handed it over: "Put it on, it will be cold there."
Song Rui put on his jacket, took out the car key, and walked away.
Meng Zhong, who did n’t understand what they were doing, immediately chased him out and shouted again and again: "Hey, hello, where are you going?"
"Let's solve the demon tree." Fangallo said lightly.
"Do you know where it is?" Meng Zhong froze, then quickly squeezed into the car, eagerly said: "Bring me, I will go too!" After taking out his phone, he called Minister Yan and reported the situation.
Minister Yan immediately dispatched a special forces unit to let Meng Zhong take him.
Xu Yiyang has long been accustomed to the busyness of his elder brother. Seeing that he and Dr. Song are in a hurry, they took the initiative and said, "I'm going to Nuan Nuan's sister."
He didn't complain, but it made Van Galo more guilty. He seemed unable to give the child a stable life.
When Song Wenwen's home arrived, Fangallo took Xu Yiyang out of the car, put him gently on the ground, his hands on his shoulders, and said cautiously, "Yangyang, remember your brother's instructions to you?"
Xu Yiyang looked at his dark eyes, and soon realized what was happening. His eyes suddenly flushed. "Remember, remember." He just opened his mouth, and his voice was sobbing: "Brother, you have to do the right thing again. It's something, right? "
"Yes." Van Galo squatted in front of him, resting his forehead against his eyebrows, and whispered softly: "Remember this moment, remember this feeling, brother is willing to give you the best in the world." If I ca n’t come back, you go to the basement of the old house, where the brother is still there, and the brother will always protect you. "
Xu Yiyang was enveloped by an extremely warm airflow, which seemed to support him and took him to the sky, making him forget all his sorrows and only remember happiness. The great disappointment and sadness gradually calmed down in this soothing, and eventually turned into total support and courage.
"Brother, if you go, Yangyang won't drag your hind legs." Xu Yiyang also put his hands on his brother's shoulders and met his head to form an arch bridge.
Fangallo smiled, failing to save the child was the thing he regretted the most, but breaking the law and bringing the child back to life was the thing he did not regret the most. The two had a masculine exchange, and eventually both became more open-minded and more determined.
Song Wenneng ran downstairs at this time to open the door, and he happily led Xu Yiyang into his home, and impatiently shook his cousin and teacher Fan to signal them to go quickly. If she knew what they were going to do, I am afraid it would not be this unrelenting look.
Fangalo and Song Rui gazed at the lamp on the second floor for a long time, with no expression on their faces, but holding their hands together.
Meng Zhong didn't dare to disturb them, because he always felt that the current atmosphere seemed to be infected with a kind of life and death, making his nose and eyes sore. On this visit, God knows if they can come back alive, but if they do n’t go, who can go?
This world always depends on some people to save. Some people are as happy as they are in life, and some are happy. Some people have extraordinary abilities and deserve more responsibilities. This is how society and nations have operated since ancient times, so mankind has survived until now.
"Shall we go?" Meng Zhong issued a rallying instruction to the team members.
"Wait a minute, I will edit a private message." Song Rui turned to ask Van Gogh: "Is there enough time in three days?"
"Enough." Fangallo nodded. "If we haven't returned after three days, you can let the warmth bring Yangyang back to the old mansion and send it to the basement. He can't leave that place for too long. Yangyang will have a lot of trouble later Take care. My will is in the safe in the study on the second floor. The password is your birthday. "
"Coincidentally, my will is in the safe of the study on the third floor, and the password is also your birthday." Song Rui smiled softly.
The two did not speak much, but they understood each other deeply. It turned out that they were all ready to go to death, and they had already arranged the way for the only one who cares.
Hearing this, Meng Zhong finally understood that the two men were prepared to never return, so they left their last words in their Weibo mailbox and set the scheduled sending time. They even prepared their will, because they knew that they would die anytime and anywhere in the fight against darkness.
The so-called lonely, brave and fearless death seemed so pale compared to these brief but plain conversations.
Meng Zhong's eyes were hot and he almost cried.
At the same time, Fangallo withdrew the space in the Dantian, and let the vines that had been imprisoned for a few days to go crazy.
Meng Zhong, who was splattered with blood on his face, was frightened on the spot, while Song Rui closed his eyes reluctantly.