Mike's body was like an endless container, his mouth wide open, and thin black lines of bugs were constantly coming out of his body like water boiling in a faucet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mike," Lynch stood a little farther away, two bright lights behind him flashing like stars, "Do you have time to reply?" or would you try to throw the map at me? ”

Mike couldn't reply, of course, and he poured out an endless stream of turbidity in his mouth, just like in a game called Interstellar in Lynch's previous life, and these bugs gradually spread around Mike, eroding the surrounding barren land.

"Fungus blanket......" Lynch continued to slowly retreat, looking at the black, slimy, translucent earth that gradually spread out on the ground, and the insects inside swam rapidly, multiplied, and intertwined with each other as if twisting and intertwining into thicker strands of twine.

"It's disgusting......," Lynch tried to plunge his sword into the slowly spreading fungus blanket beneath his feet.

With a snort, with the piercing of the long sword, the hemp rope in the fungus blanket suddenly exploded, and dense thin lines wrapped around Lynch's long sword and struck at Lynch's arm.

The electric light flickered slightly, and all the thin and sticky lines turned into coke.

Just when Lynch thought that the fungus carpet would spread endlessly, the bugs that had seemed to be huge stopped moving, and the disgusting creatures on the ground also stopped spreading. Lynch looked in Mike's direction and saw that Mike had finally stopped vomiting.

He knelt in the center of the fungus blanket, more than twenty meters in a straight line from Lynch, the maker of the insect blanket gasping for breath, allowing the thin threads around him to wrap around him, crawl around him, and go in and out of his pores.

"Mike. Lynch frowned and looked at the muscular man who was slowly dressed in the insect blanket - this shriveled man should not be called a muscular man now: "Are you still alive? Or put the map ...... Never mind. ”

The map, like the lantern in Mike's hand, melted into the worm blanket.

Mike lowered his head and did not respond to Lynch's greeting.

"You really can. Lynch had a little headache, why did this Mike do something at this time: "Don't blame me if you don't respond." ”

He raised his sword and threw it at Mike.

As if sensing the long sword thrown by Lynch, Mike, who had originally lowered his head, suddenly raised his head and turned his face towards Lynch.

This face is almost the same as a skeleton, the original position of the eyes has become a hollow, and the mouth is wide open, just like the walking corpses in the sea of walking corpses that the two of them have seen before, but this head is more like the nest of thin threads, and countless insects crawl in and out of his face, looking quite busy.

Just as the sword was about to stab Mike's head, countless thin threads bounced out of the fungus blanket, either trying to wrap around the longsword or forming a wall of flesh to block Mike's front, although they were like mantis arms as a car, but they still managed to change the direction of the longsword's flight slightly, so that the sword grazed Mike's head and deflected.

"Looks like you're really out of here......" Lynch said, thinking for a moment, taking a few steps back, and then intending to continue in the direction of the new city himself.

As for Mike, just leave him here, after all, the bugs still look pretty tricky, and he's not sure if he'll have any experience to clean up this inhuman creature after he gets rid of it.

Lynch roughly thought about the direction of the so-called map of the new city and the direction of Mike, and planned to go a little farther to see if he could call the messenger out, and then ask for a map.

"Lynch ......"

Behind him came Mike's weak, deep voice.

Lynch turned around and found that Mike, who was kneeling in the center of the mushroom blanket, was lying on the ground, and on his stomach sat the little monster that Lynch had seen before, looking at Lynch with his own head full of eyes.

Lynch...... Help me......" Mike, who was lying on the ground, opened his mouth slightly and said vaguely and weakly, "Please......"

"What do you want from me?" Lynch asked, "will you be free?"

"It's not...... Help me ......" Unfortunately, before Mike finished speaking, his "child" sat on Mike's head like a real child playing, and then tilted his head to look at Lynch, a dozen large and small eyes blinked.

Thin threads rushed towards the little monkey monster, scurrying around its wet body, making it tremble, and if it could make a sound, Lynch thought it must be laughing at this point.

"Forget it......," Lynch muttered to himself, then said to Mike in a loud voice, "I'm going to find someone to help you!

"It's too late to ......" Mike's voice came to Lynch's ears again through the little monster, "I still have ...... to save"

What else can you save like this? Lynch was a little helpless, but he didn't want to leave a guy who said he was saved: "How can I save you?"

Mike didn't respond.

"Mike?" Lynch tried to call again, but still didn't get a response.

However, the little monster on Mike's body flashed slightly, and it appeared directly on the outermost side of the worm carpet not far from Lynch, and it sat on the disgusting worm carpet, with more than a dozen yellow cloudy eyes staring at Lynch.

Lynch's simple sword flew towards it again.

The fungus blanket under the little monster moved slightly, opened a hole, and brought it under the fungus blanket. The long sword was pierced on the fungus blanket, and the slight electric light attached to the sword scorched some insects, but more insects wrapped the sword and transported it in the direction of the little monster, but as the long sword disappeared as a point of light, the insects wrapped around the sword body fell on the insect blanket and became a part of it again.

"How can I ......fight this," Lynch muttered to himself, then took out a small ball of lightning in his hand and threw it at the little monster that had re-emerged from the carpet.

Once again, the little monster burrowed under the worm blanket, and the lightning bolts that erupted didn't kill as much as Lynch had expected.

"Mike," Lynch had to speak again, "it's not that I don't want to help you, I really can't do anything about your son." ”

In fact, Lynch can also inflict a heavy blow on these worm blankets if he squeezes out a lightning ball with all his might, but he doesn't really want to use it, because then he needs to regain his breath for a long time, and during this time, his lightning will also be very weak.

It still hurts to have one less talent to use in a place like this.

"Because of this possession, Mike is very unpopular with his companions. Suddenly, a voice appeared behind Lynch, and Lynch looked back, first two lights were getting brighter and brighter in the black mist, and then Moore appeared from the black mist, with a pair of cat-like eyes of his own.

"The solution is not difficult, just feed this little monster and its companions. Moore's deep voice continued, "But it's not in the outer ring right now, so it won't work. ”

Lynch allowed himself to ignore the meaning of the word "feeded" and just stared at Moore and asked, "Didn't anyone else come?

Moore chuckled in a low voice, "Your curiosity is indeed heavy. But it's just me going to solve this kind of thing. ”

"I'm actually curious how you found out something was wrong here. ”

"Because you've made a lot of noise. Moore said, his eyes looking at the little monster on the worm blanket, and the little monster he was staring at actually looked a little frightened - although the little monster could not express his emotions vocally, it stared at the guy named Moore, and retreated slightly.

"I advise you to go now, Lynch. Moore continued to look at the little monster: "There may be some trouble here soon, and you can't solve it." And Mike is no longer saved, and he can leave it to me to deal with the aftermath. Don't worry about this here, let's go to the new town. ”

"I'm missing a map—"

"I've got it here. Moore interrupted Lynch and threw a map at him.

Turns out this guy had been spying on us before. Lynch results in the map, and the heart is enlightened.