The two immediately dashed away, and after the people of the Black Ghost Tribe chopped up Zhang Yi's corpse, they came rushing towards Lin Feng and his group while screaming in some native language.
When they passed over the seeds Yang Min had previously planted, sure enough, vines as thick as an adult's thigh burst through the soil surface, wrapping them all up, and even a few unlucky ones were pierced through the belly, their intestines spilling out, and they shrieked in pain on the ground.
"They really fell for our trap!!"
Yang Min exclaimed excitedly.
However, Lin Feng suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Yang Min asked confused, wondering why he stopped at such a rare opportunity.
