"Hehe."
A voice like that of a child echoed through the wild, thorny vines, sounding so eerie.
Zhong Ling shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. Fearfully, she hid behind Chen Nan: "Master, who's laughing?"
Chen Nan's eyes were fixed dead ahead. Countless vines swung incessantly, clawing like tentacles, and he clearly heard the laughter coming from the midst of the vines.
"Playing tricks!"
With a cold snort, a ball of Heaven-Burning Flame flew from his hand, landing on the vines, and instantly blazed into a towering inferno.
From the center of the vines came a child's voice again, but this time it was crying: "Wuu wuu... it hurts..."
In that moment, a pang of reluctance arose in Chen Nan's heart, and he subconsciously wanted to stop. But his expression abruptly shifted, and he quickly shook his head.
"It can even tempt the heart? If it weren't for my powerful divine soul, I might have been tricked!" He was shocked, not knowing what lay ahead.
