All things grow.
Tall monstrous trees bore skinless human heads that wept blood tears. Their mouths hung open, revealing hollow throats through to their necks, emitting a whining sound with the wind's whisper, like mourning. But these heads had faces fixed with a frenetic grin, the laughter mixing with the crying, sending chills down one's spine.
A giant wave of blood surged forth, laden with a pungent stench of decay, sweeping over the treetops and reviving a ruddy glow to their already dried faces.
The enormous serpent in the sky headed towards Lu Ban's location, its body leaving behind a thick, foul mucus. It rode the blood waves, amplifying them, until the waves obscured the crimson sun and coated everything within Lu Ban's sight.
"This is the disturbance we've brought."
Old Song remained calm, retracting his flashlight and pulling out a gun-shaped device from his pack.