"Then I heard the noise from your side. After I rushed over, I saw you fighting with that abominable monster that shouldn't exist.

"I naturally wanted to step forward to help, but seeing how ferocious the monster was, I was afraid that it wouldn't be enough with my bare hands. Then when I was looking for weapons around, I found this 1911 pistol on the ground. What happens next?

I know it too.”

"Thank you."

Zhang Lingjun said seriously, "It's really thanks to you this time, otherwise I really don't know how to end it, and I might not be able to survive in the end."

Suddenly I felt that the choice of inviting Yang Mu was a mistake. If I were alone, no matter how careful I was, well-armed, with old experience and preparations against the yellow-skinned rat people as imaginary enemies, I would never be able to do well against the white-clothed flying squirrel.

"But speaking of which, why are your marksmanship so good? You can shoot without missing a beat, and your movements are also very experienced and familiar. I remember that you were not a taxi driver before you joined the church?"

Yang Mu said: "I was a taxi driver at the time, but I have not always been a driver. I have not entered this industry since I started working. The profession of taxi driver did not exist at that time. I was the captain of the militia at that time. Before that, I was a taxi driver.

He also served as a transport trooper.

"This is also one of the reasons why I was able to drive a taxi in that era. Otherwise, why would I be able to get that job? At that time, being a driver was a very lucrative job with high income."

Zhang Lingjun nodded, "That's it."

Yang Mu continued: "It's a pity that the accuracy of the pistol is a bit poor, and I didn't play with it much before, so I would like to change to a rifle.

"Maybe my overall condition can return to the same state as before, even if I practice a little, or I don't have to be careful to avoid the hostages, or the guy's speed is not so abnormally fast, as long as one of these conditions can be met, he

It's absolutely impossible to run away. It's really a pity to have such a close fixed target.

"By the way, what happened in the end? Why did that guy suddenly break free and suddenly explode?"

Zhang Lingjun shook his head: "I don't know, and I'm also confused about this. Originally, I thought that with your help, everything would be stable and that the guy could be completely eliminated. But I didn't expect what he took out from his body.

Something, I heard him take a big sip, and then it was as if he had taken a bucket of stimulants, as if he was a different person."ъiqugetvt

"I took something out of my pocket, look...is it this?"

Yang Mu said as he picked up the piece of clothing left by Flying Squirrel in white.

Then he took out two golf ball-sized pieces from his secret pocket, which looked like a ball of crumpled paper or a sphere that had been squeezed and deformed.

"When I just tore the cloth, I found this in my pocket."

Zhang Lingjun took one and put it in his hand. He could feel that it was very light to hold, as if it were just an empty shell. It had a translucent texture and felt a bit like paper, but it was more moist.

"What is this?"

Yang Mu shook his head and said: "I don't know..."

Zhang Lingjun looked for similar ones from his memory.

If we look at things we have actually seen in reality, this thing is a bit like the puffball fungus that often appears in the fields, and is also called gray bag fungus in some places.

This fungus is spherical, hollow, and very light. The paper-like shell contains powdery spores. When mature, the shell will crack, and the spores will be ejected when the wind blows.

If it is true, it does not matter whether you have actually seen it, whether it actually exists, or whether you have an impression.

This thing is more like a certain strain in the special fungal ecology of the place where Zhang Huaisu was buried, as photographed by Jin Jaejoong’s archaeological team.

Zhang Lingjun glanced at the ecological garden composed of countless fungi not far away.

Based on the similarities between that blessed land and the current ecological park, the former should exist.

It's just that the mushroom in the photo is about the size of a basketball, or one meter long, like a stone. It just grows on the ground, constantly blowing out spores like air and clouds with the wind.

In comparison, this one is more rounded and much smaller, probably equivalent to a pocket version.

This is just about the appearance. I am not sure whether it is indeed the same, and I am not sure whether the specific effects are the same or opposite.

However, if it is assumed that it is the same type of mushroom strain, then there should also be spores in it, which is consistent with the movement just heard.

Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but bring it closer. He didn't pinch it. Even if he wanted to study something that was obviously abnormal, he had to be prepared. How could he be so wasteful and disregard the danger, let alone taste it? He was not

That kind of ruthless person.

I just want to take a closer look, the more detailed details, and what it looks like inside.

But as he brought it closer to his face, as if he was being induced by something, naturally, wisps of spore dust, like smoke, mist, clouds, and fairy energy, floated from the gaps in the fungus ball in his hand.

came out, and at the same time, when he didn't react, it poured into his mouth and nose with the breath.

It’s a little sweet!

The next moment, he felt inexplicable power fluctuations transmitted along the nerves to the brain.

The originally peaceful spirit seemed to have suffered a violent impact, exploding like a nuclear bomb, as if a few drops of water had dropped into a hot oil pan.

A splitting headache.

Zhang Lingjun once again felt the headache that had been bothering him for a long time. There was something twisting his brain and digging into his brain.

It's just that what's different from any previous pain is that this time there's also some relief mixed in, as if I'm finally alive.

Immediately afterwards, the spirit mixed with the special electric current spread throughout the body, and the body became hot. Severe pain came from itself. Zhang Lingjun lost control of his body and fell to the ground, twitching.

Yang Mu hurriedly stepped forward to support him. In his eyes, Zhang Lingjun's muscles all over his body were moving in an abnormal way, which was definitely beyond the extent of his own subjective control. It seemed like waves or something alive.

The creature squirms and twists.

Visible sweat poured out of his body, soaking his clothes.

This phenomenon, which surpassed all his cognition in the first half of his life, made him really don't know how to deal with it, so he could only watch at a loss.

Fortunately, with decades of belief in miracles and gods, we have established a worldview that there are things beyond reality.

As well as the foreshadowing of the monster-like existence just now, it will not have any destructive impact on the spirit, and it can be accepted quickly.

After a while, Zhang Lingjun finally calmed down. At this time, he was in a state of collapse caused by excessive exercise. His face was a little pale, but his condition was better than ever.
Chapter completed!