As he stared at the tree's leaves, a memory silently surfaced in his mind.
His expression changed drastically.
"'Drawing Blood Seals the Throat?!'"
As this taboo name left his lips, Lin Chen retreated another dozen or so steps, completely clearing the area under the giant tree's canopy.
He patted his chest, the fear still lingering. "Friends, that last step I took was straight into the Ghost Gate. Scared me to death."
"Oh, right. In Great Xia, the Ghost Gate is the entrance to the underworld. It means I had a near-death experience."
He raised his wrist and tapped the screen a couple of times. Sure enough, he saw dense rows of small white text scrolling by quickly.
"What kind of tree is that terrifying?"
"When the camera focused on those dead birds just now, I almost threw up last night's dinner. The way they died was so bizarre!"
"I've never seen so many creatures die in the same area at the same time on a survival show before. What the hell happened?"
