What caught his eyes was still the brown-green bark, but it was sunken inward compared to the surrounding area.

Under the bark is still bark!

Lumian's child hole zoomed in sharply, and he had a rough guess about the current situation: "The Tree of Shadows" was nourished by countless abnormal desires in Trier over the past one or two thousand years. Every piece of its bark They may all correspond to certain human activities in a certain period of time. They are superimposed layer upon layer, with both the thickness of history and the subtlety of human nature.