Chapter 502: Jumo Island (VIII)

Lessende's answer was quite specific. He raised his arm and pointed: "Go in that direction, pass through the 'Mocking Woods', wade through the 'Ghost Swamp', and you will see the temple."

After giving this hint, he turned and left, and quickly disappeared from the players' sight.

The players did not delay and immediately set off, heading in the direction pointed by Lessende. As he walked, Jibu complained: "After all this fuss, the people with axes are the coolies responsible for cutting trees and clearing the way..."

"It fits the faith and camp you chose very well." Feng Bujue teased.

"Eat my big [beep——]!" Facing Jue's ridicule, Jibu felt that this was the most appropriate response.

"Haha..." Feng Bujue laughed indifferently, "But... in a sense, chaotic evil also has some advantages. For example, I can't say the four words you are saying now."

"Huh? Really." Tianma Xingkong interrupted. Obviously, he tried it immediately, but he was also unable to turn his intention into action.

"Hmm... Interesting..." Hong Hu continued, "I can't say those four words either... [It seems that only those who choose Idient as their faith can say it."

"So what?" Atobe replied, "There is no substantial benefit."

"I don't know if there is any benefit." Fei Chaishu continued, "But based on this, it can be determined that... the impact of the plot of 'choosing faith' is far from over."

"That's right." Hong Hu continued, "Based on this speculation... In the next game process, we are likely to encounter some problems that require specific faith to solve."

"Yeah." Feng Bujue nodded in agreement and reminded, "Another point to note is that... different faiths, in addition to solving different problems, may also bring different troubles."

As everyone was talking, they had walked out of the forest.

Then, a towering mountain wall appeared in front of them. There was a deep ravine like a canyon in the middle of the mountain wall. The red moon sprinkled in the ravine, reflecting a weird shadow of the trees.

"Ah... Just looking at it from a distance, I feel creepy." Atobe walked in front with an axe and said weakly.

"I think it will be a very interesting place." Feng Bujue said, "It should enrich my vocabulary." After reading the equipment description of [Trand Spirits Who Talk Trash Must Die], he immediately became very interested in the Taunting Tree.

"I think you are already very eloquent." Waste Uncle replied sincerely.

"Hehe... learning never ends." Feng Bujue replied.

Soon, they came to the slightly steep gorge, and a group of people entered the cold and strange forest.

The soil here is black and gray. Like solidified ash, there is a pungent smell of sulfur in the air. The bark of the surrounding trees is dark brown, the stems are intertwined, the trunks are like giant pythons, and the branches are twisted and extended; from the shape, if the general big trees are "standing", then the trees in this forest are "dancing wildly".

"Did you hear it?" After walking for a while, Atobe suddenly turned his head and said to his teammates with a pale face.

"Ah... there seems to be some sound, right?" Feng Bujue's calm attitude and annoying expression made his teammates feel much more at ease. "It's probably some scary drama, it doesn't have any real meaning, don't take it too seriously."

"Yes... that's it..." Tianma Xingkong, who was following behind, was also sweating profusely at this moment. Hearing what Brother Jue said, he also calmed down a little.

It turned out that not long after they entered this "Mocking Forest", some tiny sounds entered their ears. Those sounds seemed to be whispering, but they couldn't hear what they said.

For Feng Bujue, this was naturally nothing. However, ordinary people in such a dark and strange environment, constantly hearing vague voices. There will always be some fear...

"Ahahahahaha!" Suddenly, a burst of crazy laughter sounded.

The sudden increase in volume made everyone's (except Feng Bujue) frightened back to the roller coaster.

"Who?" Atobe asked nervously, his hands tightly grasping the axe handle, his palms full of sweat.

"Tada!" Another startled roar.

"Oh hahaha..."

"Hehehehe..."

Strange laughter and threats with obvious malice sounded one after another, and those sounds were like a whirlpool spinning at high speed in the forest, making it difficult to identify the source.

"Don't panic." Although Honghu's forehead was dripping with sweat, his voice was relatively calm. "The sound is probably coming from the trees around." He adjusted his glasses. "Everyone knows that this is the 'Mockery Forest'. We should have been prepared."

"Hehe... Hehe..." Tianma Xingkong's heroic face with thick eyebrows and big eyes seemed to have cramps. He tried his best to maintain his usual appearance. "Of course! How can a hero be afraid of such a small scene!"

Before Xiao Ma finished speaking, another voice suddenly shouted from somewhere: "Bomb!"

"Ah!" Tianma Xingkong was so scared that his scalp was numb. He screamed and turned around to make a shooting star punch. "Who is it! Come out and fight me if you dare!"

"Hahaha... You are so angry because of fear? What a waste." With this insulting language, the mocking tree appeared, and there was more than one tree...

At this moment, all the trees near the players changed. A raised human face appeared on the bark of each tree. The texture of the tree flowed like liquid and gathered on the "faces" of these guys. , transformed into a pattern resembling hair and beard.

"Look, a group of humans are coming."

"I bet you can cook them like celery."

"Yes, a third-rate explorer, a first-rate side dish, hahaha..."

"Hey, that sissy over there, have you ever considered sex reassignment surgery?"

"That blind man in a nightgown, go find a stick quickly."

"Brother who claims to be a hero, don't worry, I won't attack your personality... because you have no personality! Hahaha..."

"Four eyes! Frog! Four eyes! Frog! Four eyes..."

As the saying goes, there is no false tree under the reputation. After the trees of ridicule appeared, they began to hurt people endlessly. They also improvised according to the various characteristics of the players...the lines were not the same.

"Hey! You! Yes, it's you." One of the trees shouted to Feng Bujue, "You seem to think you are very powerful, don't you? Ah~ I can see it from your eyes, you are so self-righteous Boy, let me tell you what you're like...you dress like a crazy parrot and you look like you have bad taste. I guess you're a chorizo-eating redneck, and the way you smell when you talk. It's like a ball of beans trying to escape the cow's digestive system."

Feng Bujue listened to the other party's ridicule without showing any anger. He nodded solemnly and muttered something, as if he was preparing to memorize this passage for future use... (To be continued...)