Have you ever thought that the gentle green plant on the windowsill will knock on your door with its roots one day?
Lin Wei has seen it.
In the last life, she watched helplessly as her mother's fingertips scratched by rose thorns were covered with green "leaf veins", and she watched those lines spread along the blood vessels, and finally the bright yellow buds emerged from the throat. The entire city was not spared - the ivy's suction cups gnawed the glass, the clover's saws tore the flesh, and even the dandelions in the lawn were hunting in the wind with poisonous powder.
On the eve of the disaster, the creeping green blood stains on the tiles became her only warning.
This time, she smashed the flower pots, lit alcohol, and rushed out of the corridor while dragging her mother, who was still conscious. Grandma Zhang collapsed on the third floor, with spider plants burrowing out of the corners of her eyes and blooming strange flowers; Li Xue's brother's hands were covered with red dots, and they would turn into a crying "potted plant" if he was a step too late; and his father's notes locked in the study, and the abandoned mine that emitted sulfur smoke on the outskirts of the city, were the only way to survive.
But on the road leading to the mine, every step is covered with blood-sucking moss, and every leaf is hidden with barbs. The wound on the back of Lin Wei's neck began to numb, and she knew that she was becoming the same kind as those "things" - and what came from the depths of the mine was a colder breathing sound than the roar of plants.
When the world is flooded by rancid green, all the survivors can do is to light the last fire before being entangled by the roots.
This is not natural revenge, it is a rewritten survival game, and it is the turn of humans to be the prey.
