Bab 148: The Sixth Game: All Things Grow 11

"What are you doing? Don't snatch!"

"If you come over again, I'll fight you! Do you really think I don't know how to fight?"

A few people not far away were already fighting, and one of them was holding a knife in his hand, stabbing it at the person in front of him.

The people around screamed and scattered, and the police tried their best to push through the crowd and rush over.

The man who had injured someone had a look of fear and confusion on his face, his hands trembling, and blood flowing down the blade of the knife.

The thick blood dripped silently onto the ground, slowly seeping into the moss.

The moss began to sharpen and thin, twisting slowly like a worm.

People's attention was all on the few people who were fighting, and they didn't notice the changes to their feet.

Until large patches of moss began to crawl. The man with the knife was the first to fall.

The moment his skin came into contact with the moss, the black roots wrapped around him.