C216 Man-eating Flower

The sound of the flute was faint, like a grieving wife crying, like the cries of an aggrieved soul. Listening to it, an evil voice resounded as a White Shadow sat on a raft and flew down the river. However, wherever he went, the temperature in the air plummeted. The mighty Northeast Tiger, the vicious crocodiles, and the giant eagles in the sky were all terrified