In the darkness, countless eyes were staring at the camp.

Not far away, in the silent night, there were sounds of struggle and roar.

Song Chen's spirit was tense. He didn't think he was a match for the Black Mandala. He couldn't protect the entire camp by himself.

It was dawn, and early birds were already foraging in the woods. Dewdrops fell from the grass leaves to the ground, and soon became a dark color.

Inside the camp, a scream broke the pre-dawn silence.

"Ah-ah-ah-" The one who made the heart-wrenching scream was the female cultivator from yesterday. She looked at the pitcher plants in front of her and kept backing away, her eyes filled with tears of fear.

"Finally he showed up!" Song Chen lifted the tent curtain and saw Zhang Bufan, who was on duty at night, running towards the wandering cultivator.

Zhang Bufan looked at the cultivators hiding themselves, thinking about the danger he encountered the day before yesterday, feeling quite unhappy. He pushed aside a tall cultivator who was blocking his way, and asked while looking at the screaming woman, "What happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Bufan saw the scene clearly in front of him, and trying hard to suppress his nausea, he said to the female cultivator: "Don't shout yet! Stretch out your hand, I'll pull you over."

Next to the nun's tent, there were several giant pitcher plants, one of which had its lid closed, so it was hard to see what was inside.

One had its lid half-closed, with two arms sticking out from inside, resting on the mouth of the insect trap, and its fingers were still scratching the mouth of the trap;

There was another one whose cage was broken in half, with the liquid inside flowing everywhere. A person's upper body was crawling outside, with his lower body immersed in the liquid.

The pitcher plant moved, and half of the man's body fell off. His lower body had been corroded and only two leg bones were left.

The female cultivator was almost unable to shout anymore and she looked at the people around her with fear.

Everyone around who saw her lowered their heads one by one, and no one discussed how to save her.

Zhang Bufan's heart softened, and he suddenly thought of Su Qi for some reason, although Su Qi had never had such a frightened expression.

He took out a handheld propeller, threw it to the nun, and told her how to use it.

As he was speaking, he suddenly stumbled and fell towards the pitcher plant with its lid tightly closed.

The pitcher plant immediately opened its lid and waited for feeding.

Zhang Bufan’s eyes widened, and before he touched the pitcher plant, a carrying pole suddenly appeared in his hand.

It was a completely subconscious action. Zhang Bufan raised his hand and the front end of the carrying pole was pressed into the mouth of the pitcher plant.

The lid of the pitcher plant was closed with a "whoosh" and corrosive liquid gurgled out.

The shoulder pole and the engineer shovel "De" are both from the farm. They are made of special materials and are completely ineffective against the corrosive liquid of the pitcher plant.

The pitcher plant became anxious, and its lid opened and closed, moving closer to Zhang Bufan.

Zhang Bufan pushed the carrying pole forward with all his strength, and using this point for support, he dug his toes into the ground and pushed his buttocks backward.

Although the posture is not good-looking, the effect is good enough.

"I almost used my handsome face to take the pitcher plant's attack!" Zhang Bufan was frightened and leaned back to get out of the pitcher plant's attack range.

Liquid was bubbling in the pitcher plant's cage, some distinctive limbs were tumbling up and down, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell.

"Thank God, thank you Qiqi for always chasing and beating me!" Zhang Bufan silently thanked Su Qi for his daily care. As expected, hiding fast and running fast are the highest secrets to saving lives.

Before the yearning spread in his heart, Zhang Bufan suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, angrily asking: "Who pushed me just now?"

The wandering cultivators behind him all shook their heads desperately, avoiding Zhang Bufan's gaze, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Hmph!" Zhang Bufan looked at the faces of the people around him and knew that it was the same as last time. No one admitted it and no one testified.

Song Chen stood outside the crowd, with several clerks from the Special Affairs Office beside him. "Zhang Bufan, come here. I have something to ask you."

Zhang Bufan looked at the casual cultivators coldly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Chen said nothing, his eyes fixed on Zhang Bufan.

I am most afraid of sudden silence. Zhang Bufan looked at Song Chen belatedly, "What's wrong?"

Song Chen jumped up and fired at the pitcher plants behind Zhang Bufan with a Gatling gun.

Xu Qianxun held an engineering shovel in his hand, and he and Xu Xiaodong stood on the left and right to meet the approaching cultivator.

"Be careful! They are not human!"