“Hahahaha. Die, die! Now that you’re here, both of you will die, hahahaha!” Qing Hongchen raved on and on between laughter and tears, like he’d been tortured to insanity.

“It seems he’s become one of the tree’s fruits.” Lu Yun halted and looked up with a frown at the young man a dozen yards above them.

“What?” Qing Han stared at his friend in sheer disbelief. “A… a fruit, you say?”

“Yes. Whatever he is, he’s not alive anymore.” Lu Yun scanned the young man with his Spectral Eye, but didn’t see any living beings in front of him. What was ranting and raving wasn’t Qing Hongchen, but something like a type of fruit. There was something odd about it, but given the dense miasma of...