Chapter 107

After hearing all this, the roots of the trees moved, and the five people were tied into rice dumplings. They traveled hundreds of meters in an instant, and were brought to Su Mu.

The closer they got to Su Mu, the stronger the shock in their hearts. In front of the towering Su Mu, they were just tiny ants, their brains were blank, and even their thinking was stiff and unable to control themselves.

The crystal-like jade branches lightly touched their foreheads, and the grand and vast soul voice sounded in their hearts: "You, you are guilty."

This voice was like a slap in the face, roaring in their ears, shaking them without the ability to think, and all the emotions in their hearts were truly revealed in front of Su Mu's eyes.

Su Mu could feel the regret in their hearts, except for one person.

He was a burly and muscular man with a lingering evil spirit between his brows, and he didn't know how much blood was stained on his hands.

In his subconscious mind, he believed that all his actions were just, and that as a spirit being, he deserved to plunder. How could Su Mu and the others rise up and resist?

Wouldn't it be better to just wash it off and wait for death?

Su Mu sneered: "It's really a way to take death."

Why is everything you do just? Why should I be caught without a fight and let you slaughter me?

Could it be that the strong can invade everything as it should?

Su Mu manipulated the roots to shrink slowly, getting tighter and tighter, like a giant python preying on it, using the death coil.

The roots of the tree indifferently squeezed the muscles, bones, and internal organs of the burly man. His face was flushed, his pupils were bloodshot, veins popped out of his head, and he screamed.

Accompanied by the crackling of the bones in his body, the burly man vomited blood and died of pain.

Su Mu also had no perverted interest in killing others. The roots of the tree suddenly shrank to the extreme, and the burly man turned into a cloud of blood mist floating in the air, blending with the spiritual mist indistinguishable from each other.

grunt.

The remaining four people's throats rolled, and they swallowed with difficulty. A gust of cold air rose from the soles of their feet and rushed straight to their foreheads along their spines.

Even though it was still hot summer, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they were covered in cold sweat.

All the little Jiujiu in my heart flew out of the sky at this moment.

There was only deep awe left for Su Mu.

He is inviolable and sacred, and he is also Yama who kills decisively.

Su Mu glanced at the four people and looked away.

He didn't plan to kill the remaining four people, they could only be counted as accomplices, and they already had a heart of repentance.

They have to pay the due price for their actions.

Su Mu weaved four tree cages, temporarily locked them in, and let them out when they figured it out.

As for what they need to figure out?

Of course it was working for him as a free laborer... Ahem, of course it was voluntary labor for my wrong behavior, and I reformed myself.

"I'm such a good tree." Su Mu shamelessly praised himself, and the tree roots rolled up, crushing Wang Tianfeng into a cloud of blood mist.

"Woo hoo."

Ersha quickly ran to Su Mu's side, sobbing softly, feeling a little depressed.

Its group was basically injured in the previous siege, and the one-eyed head was killed on the spot.

Su Mu knew it in his heart, tapped the branch on Ersha's forehead, and said slowly: "Don't worry, it will exist in another way."

Su Mu's branch slowly rolled up the one-eyed corpse, and a light strand of spirit detached from the corpse, circled around Ersha, rose slowly, and merged into Su Mu's body along the branch.

Not to be absorbed, but to be protected and warmed up.

Trees can nourish souls. Su Mu will not just forget these animals that died for him. He can draw their spirits into his body and nurture them carefully.