Abyss Summoner-Chapter 147 - 145: Corpse-Hanging Tree

Ruins.

Chen Feng had already left [Order] for half a day. Today’s weather was somewhat gloomy; the city, without sunlight, appeared even more desolate.

The road he passed was originally the main thoroughfare of the Economic Development Zone, bustling with cars in peaceful times, with countless people busy with livelihood and work.

But now...

There wasn’t a single living person on the spacious road; in the vast surroundings, only Chen Feng was there, all alone.

In such an environment, all civilization was nonexistent; in peaceful times, even in darkness there were streetlights, but now, a gray haze covered everything. Nightfall is unnecessary, it seems like a cemetery, eerily silent.

There are no survivors here anymore.

After all, this place is simply unsuitable for human habitation.

"Rustle, rustle..."

Some strange sounds came from not far away.

A rat, compared to its previous small stature, was as large as a wild dog. Its fur was black, with prominent incisor teeth like two sharp daggers, embedded at the roof of its mouth.

Predator.

The incisors of this mutated rat had been strengthened; with a light bite, they could easily shatter a hard skull.

The rat looked ahead, the whiskers by its mouth gently trembling. Rats before the apocalypse were timid and cowardly, but this rat was fearless, its eyes were full of bloodthirst, more vicious than an ordinary wolf.

Its jade green eyes fixed on Chen Feng, not hiding the murder in its heart. Clearly, it considered him a delectable feast.

"Careless thing."

Before the rat could attack, Chen Feng cast a cold glance, his voice not loud but rich. He touched his waist, drew a short blade gleaming coldly, and threw it directly.

Chen Feng was a step away from Silver Peak, his enhanced eyes seeing the blade fly out with speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, piercing through the rat’s body, nailing it dead on the ground. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

One hit kill.

This rat picked the wrong target to assault. It was going to treat Chen Feng as food, but without making a move, it ended up being pinned to the roadside, dead as could be.

Monster’s paradise.

This was just a minor episode; along the way, Chen Feng had been attacked countless times in the chaotic wilderness full of dangers. An ordinary person coming here wouldn’t last even half an hour before being gnawed into a skeleton.

Speed up.

Chen Feng didn’t want to waste time on the road. He tried to use the quickest method to reach Giant Dragon’s hiding place.

.........

Crack.

The apocalypse caused some catastrophes, and this place suffered from the pain of earthquakes. A crack about ten meters wide appeared in front of Chen Feng.

The ground entirely sank. Judging from the ruins, this was once a community, but now, all the people had fallen into the crack, their fate grim.

Chen Feng scanned the surroundings, hoping to find something.

Giant tree.

Right at the edge of the crack, a giant tree stood tall.

About ten meters high, three meters wide, in the wilderness, such a giant tree wasn’t uncommon. Nowadays, in this era rich with energy, much larger and stronger trees were not rare.

However, it had something strange; the leaves were very dense, like a cloak, covering the entire treetop, simply impenetrable.

Breath of death.

Chen Feng sniffed, catching an odor of decay that shouldn’t be emanating from a tree.

Logically, trees symbolize life, they should exude vitality, but this tree exuded a cold, evil intent that made people uneasy.

Chen Feng lifted his head, peering through the gaps in the leaves.

Toes!

Chen Feng saw clearly; in the gaps, he distinctly saw ten human toes hanging on the branches.

A chill spread over Chen Feng as he took out a military knife, slashed downward, and a stout branch snapped, revealing the scene within to Chen Feng.

Colorful corpses hung among the tree branches; the leaves blocked the view. If not careful, one wouldn’t notice these corpses at all.

Human, insects, even some cats and dogs.

These corpses had half of their heads stuck tightly against the trunk, as if they truly grew from the tree.

Most shocking, like ripe fruits turning red, these corpses changed; a strong corpse stench emanated, extremely horrifying.

Hanging corpse tree.

This type of tree liked to hang corpses on its branches, absorbing energy from them to nurture life.

Hanging corpse trees emit a paralyzing hallucinogen; once humans or monsters faint by the tree, the branches lift their bodies, placing them on the treetop, gradually merging with the tree trunk.

In this process, the constrained creatures don’t die immediately; though somewhat conscious, their bodies merge with the tree, unable to escape.

Faced with fear, enduring hunger, feeling life slipping away bit by bit, it’s an inhuman experience.

Dark creatures.

This type of tree was dubbed as dark.

But, hanging corpse trees weren’t completely useless.

Imagine, planting a few of these trees by a camp’s gates, hanging the dastardly criminals, along with terrifying bugs and beasts; this effect is like the gate of hell, inducing fear before entering, weakening the atmosphere.

Besides intimidation, the mature "corpse fruits" are ready-made bombs.

Like ordinary fruits, after ripening they crack. When mature, "corpse" peel becomes very fragile, and a strong blow causes an explosion, affecting an area ten meters around.

Inside the corpse is body poison; once infected, it causes breathing difficulties, slow movements, and dense corpse spots grow on the body.

During a battle, throwing these corpses yields optimistic results, resembling a "biological attack".

The destructive power of corpse explosions depends on the corpse’s quality; if a Silver warrior’s corpse is ripened, the explosion energy impacts over a hundred meters around.

Unexpected harvest!

Hanging corpse trees are uncommon.

In a previous life, when Chen Feng came here, it was bare, without a trace of hanging corpse trees.

Now, Chen Feng is the first to seize the opportunity.

After dealing with Giant Dragon, Chen Feng intends to transplant it back to the camp; having it is like having a small arsenal.

As long as there are enough corpses, it will produce endless "homemade cannonballs".

Good start.

But Chen Feng didn’t lose himself in pride.

He remained solemn, gazing at the crack before him; the hanging corpse tree was an unexpected harvest. What resides inside is his true target for this trip!