At this moment, the entire space has been filled with fungi and has become a sea of ​​fungi. Countless unknown fungi are multiplying and growing in it, invading and fighting each other, competing for the living space in the most essential and primitive way. Therefore,

Integrated with each other, a stable and special ecology that is completely different from the outside world but equally magnificent is finally formed.

The fungus carpet completely covered the ground, walls and ceiling, and the pillars were covered with layers of various mushrooms that looked like scales.

The huge mushroom column, as if it were a knight's spear or a closed umbrella, wanted to pierce the sky. With a gentle knock, spores like mist and haze fell like rain.
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It makes people hold their breath.

On the side are several lanterns of bacteria growing at random heights like giant lollipops. As the spores are scattered and contaminated, they light up slightly.

On the ground, a large handful of unknown bacteria spread out like a starry sky, leaning against a moldy bench.

Colorful, different shapes, and unusually beautiful unknown fungi sprouted from the wooden tabletop, like a table of abundant nature.

The ceiling is covered with white, transparent vines with sharp leaves, hanging down one by one, invading the surrounding fungi.

On the steps, ferocious bacteria like piranhas spread their teeth and claws like living creatures.

The original furnishings and various modern tools are covered with fungi of various sizes, forming various environments that rely on this to be integrated into it.

Most strains of bacteria emit a faint blue fluorescence. Although a single one is not bright, the light from countless plants together becomes bright.

Even without a flashlight, ordinary people can still vaguely see what it looks like.

For Zhang Lingjun, it was like daylight, no different from normal.

He looked at the world and couldn't help but think of the place where Zhang Huaisu sat and died. It looked a bit like it, but the space was not as vast as there, and the ecology there was not as magnificent and complex.

But compared to just catching a glimpse of it in a photo, seeing it with my own eyes is worth everything.

Of course, at this moment, what is more important than exploring this magnificent and extremely complex world is to find where Yang Mu has gone.

Because this fungus environment is complex and crowded, the traces of people walking through are more obvious than in the corridor just now. It can be seen that Yang Mu is going straight in one direction.

Zhang Lingjun planned to follow along the way, but before he had taken a few steps, a chill suddenly surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but froze in place.

This is...

It seems that there is someone, something hidden in the fungus spirit, watching me with malice.

Zhang Lingjun keenly felt the eyes hidden in the dark, cold, chaotic, and crazy.

Who is it?

Yang Mu? No, it shouldn’t be him?

He would not be so full of malice. Even if there was any accident, Yang Mu would not be able to look at him and not find out where he was.

Even if the malice in that gaze were not too strong to hide, he would not be able to detect its gaze. This is definitely not something Yang Mu can do, as his perception is not that strong.

Being able to do this means the coverage of perception. So far, Zhang Lingjun has only encountered this situation with those rat people and the related Ruan Xing.

Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but clenched the dagger in his hand. At the same time, he quietly opened the safety of the pistol in his pocket. He stepped carefully and slowly backed away, intending to retreat to the narrow corridor.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a slight wind blowing from nowhere, and suddenly I saw a ghostly figure in white clothes appearing next to the fungus column. After focusing my attention, it disappeared again.

The next moment, the white ghost appeared next to the table on the other side.

Pupils locked away, only the stars swaying in the wind showed traces.

Zhang Lingjun accelerated his steps and stepped back, hitting the ground with a bang. Just as his heart relaxed, he realized that the distance between him and the opposite wall was a little wrong. At the same time, he felt a slight airflow on the back of his neck, as if someone was breathing behind him.

The skin tightened instantly, and with a strange cry, the blade that was being held tightly was swung back.

Brush…

Then he cut an empty hole.

Half of the people behind him were gone.

Zhang Lingjun kept backing up and leaning against the wall, panting slightly and looking around. The corridor was empty. He didn't know whether that person was a human or a ghost. It seemed to be just his own illusion.

Suddenly, a bit of hyphae like dust and weeds fell down and landed on my nose.

He raised his head instantly.

I saw a weird-looking guy with his back leaning against the fungus carpet on the ceiling of the corridor, his slender but sharp and powerful claws on the wall, looking at him like a cat playing with a mouse.

This is...'Shang', the rat man...

The mouth protrudes forward, and the pointed beard is pressed against the nose. The ferocious and jagged teeth are looming during the twitching. The round eyes like buttons are looking around, and the thin and large ears are covered with down. If you only look at

This one is not much different from the yellow-skinned rat man.

But the strange thing is that this guy's belly does not take up most of the body like an ordinary acquaintance, as if it is full of oil and will spurt out when pricked. It is not that fat.

She just has a little belly, a bit like a pregnant woman who doesn’t show her pregnancy.

At the same time, the limbs, arms and legs are slightly longer. The most noteworthy thing is that there is a thin layer of fleshy membrane connecting his arms to the body and the sides of the thighs. As the limbs open, the fleshy membrane also opens.

The one he wears seems to be made of a piece of cloth. It has a similar design style to the clothes worn by the rat man in yellow. It has religious connotations, but it is held up by white clothes.

It looks like a flying squirrel, and it also seems to have a fleshy wing suit on its body.

Zhang Lingjun said: "Who are you..."

The white-clothed flying squirrel smiled and spoke in a voice as sharp and unpleasant as the friction of glass: "Hee hee... An innate clay sculpture has just broken free from its cage. It has not changed at all, without any trace of practice. How dare you come here, come here?"

When you come to this forbidden area, do you know where it is?"

Zhang Lingjun said: "I don't know what you are talking about, what practice? What changes? And where is this place? I just happened to come in. Sir, you seem to be very familiar with this place? Can you please help tell me."

The rat man in white sneered: "Pretend to be crazy, wild species... Who and where did you enter the innate world? Who sent you here?"

Zhang Lingjun shook his head seriously: "I really don't know what innateness you are talking about. I just took a pill, a pill I got by accident. I don't know anyone. No one sent me here. I just saw it by accident."
Chapter completed!