Chapter 281: The Weasel

My Wind-Sense let me catch sounds from far away, even in the pitch-black darkness. My flashlight barely lit up four or five meters ahead, and those creepy noises went straight to my bones.  I was really tense and scared. "Nerissa, we burned the tree roots. Without roots, the vines should be dead, right? How can they still move?" Nerissa said, "You didn't burn the main roots. The main ones are a lot harder to find." "What I mean is, it's not the vines moving on their own. Something else is touching...