Yan Bubu immediately shook Feng Chen's shoulder and whispered anxiously in his ear: "Ding Hongsheng is missing."
Feng Chen turned around: "Why is it gone?"
"I don't know. He seemed to touch me and then disappeared."
Feng Chen looked around to see if there was anyone around, so he sent his spiritual power into the theater next door. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Ding Hongsheng hanging in the air, with a black vine wrapped around his waist and chest, dragging him to the concrete column next to him.
On the large cylinder that could be hugged by two people, there were several morning glories as big as washbasins. There were fine teeth on the petals, all facing Ding Hongsheng, looking like a bunch of wriggling mouths.
Ding Hongsheng held tightly onto an iron beam above his head. He did not dare to call for help for fear of alerting the zombies. He just kept using his mental power to pierce the black vines on his body.
Its terrifying cat also jumped onto the beam and gnawed and bit the black vine.
Unexpectedly, this black vine was not afraid of mental attacks. The vine was pierced with holes by Ding Hongsheng, but it immediately repaired and grew back, and the vine looked intact.
The terrifying cat, which was a spiritual entity, could not cause any harm to it, and the cracks caused by its bite were repaired instantly.
Feng Chen rushed into the theater, and the black lion jumped beside him at the same time. Feng Chen ran while grabbing Yan Bubu from his back and putting him aside. The black lion cooperated tacitly and caught him, and Yan Bubu rode on its back.
Feng Chen leaped high towards the large column and stabbed the black vines entangled on it with his dagger. The morning glories that were originally facing Ding Hongsheng suddenly turned their heads and pounced on him with their petals opened.
Feng Chen dodged those morning glories and stabbed down with his knife. The main vine of the black vine began to ooze out a stream of black water. He continued to stab down, and the main vine continued to spurt out black water, sliding off the cylinder like a rotten hemp rope, and the two large morning glories growing on it also quickly withered.
Cai Tao also rushed in at this time. He understood the current situation with just one glance and stabbed the black vine on another cylinder with a dagger in his hand.
For fear of alerting the zombies in the square, no one spoke, whether it was Ding Hongsheng who was hanging in the air, or Cai Tao and Feng Chen who were chopping black vines below.
The black vines that were tightly bound to Ding Hongsheng loosened one by one, and the morning glory on the cylinder gradually withered.
When Cai Tao swung his knife to cut the last black vine, the morning glory on the top kept poking its head down to attack, but he dodged it every time. The flower then stopped attacking, shrank into a bunch, and kept trembling, as if it was gathering strength.
Just as Cai Tao had a bad guess in his mind, he saw the morning glory suddenly bloom, its petals opened to the maximum, and a long and sharp whistle emanated from the center of the pistil.
The whistling sound was amplified by the trumpet-shaped petals, making the eardrums of several people in the hall buzz. It rushed out of the theater with great penetrating power and echoed throughout the square.
"Fuck, this guy is really a big horn spirit!"
Cai Tao raised his knife and chopped off the black vine completely. The screaming morning glory instantly became silent and withered into a small ball.
Yan Bubu and the other two immediately turned around and looked back. Ding Hongsheng, who had just fallen to the ground, didn't even bother to get up and turned his head to look towards the square.
I saw the zombies in the square turn around in unison and start running, rushing towards the theater like a black flood.
Feng Chen had already rushed out, but Ding Hongsheng and Cai Tao were still standing there in a daze. It was not until they saw Feng Chen closing the door that they reacted and rushed over to help.