Lingyun's head whipped around to where the front yard had now been completely exposed like curtains parting from a stage.
In front of us, Tao Jun hung, the vines that had taken him from the house were now wrapped tightly around his ankles and held him suspended in the air.
He was twisting, and kicking, trying to get himself free, but every time he moved, more vines would wrap around him. It was clear that he wasn't enjoying himself. His face was covered in dirt and blood and his shirt had been torn nearly in half. Every few seconds, he actually managed to grab one of the vines holding him, and pull hard enough to make it shake. But they never actually broke.
And directly beneath him sat a cute little flower.
I blinked, then I blinked again.
