The vines twitched a few times, then finally went completely still, collapsing limply at the bottom of the pit.
"Let's get out first." Lin Mo reached out, grabbed An Tian's arm, and pulled her up. Then she scooped up Big Yellow and tossed him upward.
An Tian scrambled out of the deep pit, looking to Lin Mo for help: "Sister Lin, what happened? It's so strange."
Lin Mo followed the direction the vines had spread, her gaze stopping abruptly on the snow over twenty meters away.
A low pine tree lay prostrate on the ground, most of its branches and leaves gone. Among the bare branches, there was an eerie deep green that shouldn't exist in such extreme cold. Countless vines twisted from its roots, like countless hungry, bloodthirsty tentacles, plunging deep into the snow.
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