"Surrounded?" Sheng Tianze, who had been about to make his move, suddenly froze.
The heated, intimate atmosphere that had just filled the room chilled in an instant.
He pulled the girl in his arms a little tighter, his gaze darkening as he looked up at the window.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Xinli wrapped her arms around his neck, following his gaze.
Outside the window, a scarlet mist permeated the Dark Night, blanketing the forest like a thin, bloody veil.
Countless mottled black shadows, like small hills, moved slowly. Vines and branches twisted and stretched as if alive, menacingly closing in on the house.
The plants seemed to have come to life, emitting a low, rustling sound, like countless tiny teeth grinding together.
Jiang Xinli's breath caught. "Those plants… they're alive?"
'No wonder it felt so cold and clammy when I touched the tree trunk during the day.'
'I remember now—the texture was just like human skin!'
A chill ran down Jiang Xinli's back.
