"Earthworms?"

The original red and full earthworms are horizontally presented in front of you. It has become shriveled, but Chen Yu can't figure out how this earthworm king, who died early, pried open the bamboo tube and ran out.

Since he ran out, why did he lie on the wall in a daze, and he didn't move.

Looking at it, it seems that this time it is really 'dead'.

Could it be that he didn't die before?

He picked the other man up with a wooden stick, made sure he didn't move, and then dialed it in front of his eyes to take a closer look. Immediately afterwards, I noticed that the appearance of the root in front of me seemed to be a little different from the beginning.

The same color, the same flesh crown, except for two rows of small claws under the abdomen.

It's very fine, close to the side of the link, if you don't look at it carefully, you really can't find it.

"This ......"

What has become of the good earthworm now?

Once again, he felt miraculous about the effect of the spiritual machine, and after such an experience, Chen Yu really couldn't think of how to deal with this thing for a while.

You can live if you die, but you can't just bury it.

No, maybe it was still changing? Actually, it's not dead, but it looks a little stiff?

I can't be sure, and I'm vaguely worried in the bottom of my heart, because no one knows if the spirit can turn the corpse into a zombie-like existence.

After thinking about it, he went to the kitchen and got a handful of dry thatch.

Just set it on fire.

Although this is the first animal experiment material, it is better not to keep the unsafe things, he still has the opportunity, and there is a chance to experiment in the future.

As for taking it for fishing......

That's impossible. Before, I could only do it when I was dead, but now it's good, I can still jump twice when I die, and God knows if I will run away directly in the water.

After two more glances at the dried earthworm, Chen Yu was about to light it with a fire fold, when he suddenly found that something seemed to be sticking to its tail.

White, like scattered silk threads.

He lowered his head and cautiously leaned in. Then he froze and realized that those lines were some kind of mycelium.

Could it be that the reason why earthworms can continue to move and even escape from the bamboo tube is because of the mycelium in their bodies?

Like parasites?

Chen Yu vaguely remembered that in the wild in the previous life, there seemed to be some special parasites that could make parasitic receptors move even after death.

Just looking at the broken bamboo tube, he couldn't help but be speechless, he couldn't imagine what kind of parasitic mycelium could exert such great power.

Anyway, it's more plausible than zombies.

It's also much more reassuring.

"Earthworm zombies are still parasitic hyphae, just cut them open and see."

Holding the handle of the knife, Chen Yu wrapped a layer of linen cloth around his hand as a precaution, and then pressed it on the end of the earthworm.

I only feel that those who are hard under the fingers are not like living creatures at all.

The dagger fell, and the sharp tip of the blade gently slashed the leather apart, and until this moment the earthworm did not move, and it seemed that it was really dead.

He was thinking about it, and after a pause, it turned out that the cortex had been completely broken, Chen Yu looked over, and in the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly:

Dense white silk threads are entwined inside, forming ball-like clumps one after another. Each strand of silk links to the cortex, spreading from top to bottom, spreading throughout the chamber.

"......", it's a little disgusting.

Chen Yu frowned, and could see that as the covered epidermis was punctured, under the sunlight, the silk threads full of the inside of the earthworm corpse were still vibrating, as if they were alive, and the ball of thread was also expanding and contracting, as if they were breathing.

Is it really some kind of parasite?

He didn't know if the threads in front of him were hyphae or what, but there was no doubt that the earthworm had been eaten up by it or them.

So no longer hesitated, and the fire fold clicked.

Bake!

The fire was bright, and the silk threads in the eyes fell into the fire along with the earthworm carcass, and were engulfed and burned by the tongue of flames, and finally turned into a puddle of mud with a crackling sound.

Shaking his head and sighing, he wasted another grain of inspiration.

Chen Yu threw the linen cloth and bamboo tube that had come into contact with the earthworm into the fire and burned them together. The dagger in his hand was also roasted for a while, and then he took it to the large water tank at the entrance of the courtyard and smothered it twice, and rubbed it lightly.

After cleaning up and dispersing the remaining traces of smoke and scorch, he looked left and right to make sure nothing was missing.

"It's safer to use it on plants."

God knows what these things are that grow in the earthworm's body, Chen Yu didn't want to take this risk, so he simply burned them all.

"I always feel that the appearance of those silk threads in pieces is a little familiar."

He was still thinking about it, feeling as if he had seen something like this somewhere.

That's right! The network of spiritual machines condensed in the soil before!

Chen Yu thought about it, the two were indeed very similar, but this time this one was more like a living thing, and each node was not a point of light but a solid ball of thread.

Is there a connection? I don't know.

Vaguely, it seems that there are some essential characteristics of the spiritual machine in this.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with a reason, so he had to put this matter aside for the time being, and wait for the opportunity to explore it later.

……

The rice grain was poured into the jar, and the large vat that was clean and visible suddenly became full.

Compared to the last time I went down the mountain, I bought more this time. There are five pockets of rice, about two hundred and fifty catties. According to his current meal, he can eat for about three months.

Eat three catties of rice a day.

It's really delicious.

In fact, Chen Yu's food consumption is nothing compared to other martial artists, after all, his realm is slightly lower, even if he practices martial arts every day, his own consumption of qi and blood is not very high. But even so, after practicing diligently every day, the amount of food still increased unconsciously, much larger than at the beginning, and far more than ordinary people.

Eating a lot is not a problem, just eat more meat.

However, even if the Daomen of this world does not have too many prohibitions in eating meat and practicing martial arts, Chen Yu rarely opens meat.

Without him, there is really not much meat in the Cloud Crane Temple. There is only half a dried chicken hanging on the wall. At most, one meal will be gone.

The reason why I didn't gnaw on it in the first place was purely to keep a thought - it is good to look at it every day when I go in and out of the kitchen to relieve my cravings.

As a result, the only way to supplement the consumption of martial arts training is to eat dry rice.

It's not that Chen Yu didn't want to go to the mountains to hunt, but practicing martial arts requires perseverance, and one or two wild things obviously can't solve the problem.

Moreover, there were no hunting skills worth learning from the previous body, and it is estimated that you can only stare at it in a hurry when you really drill into the forest.

It looks like it's time to get some chickens and ducks.

He sighed secretly, he went down the mountain twice, not because he didn't go to the village under the mountain to inquire, but now it is still difficult for ordinary farmers and people in the lower strata of the world to save their lives, how can they have spare time to raise chickens and ducks. As for the county? There are fragrant large plates of chicken, and don't think about the lively chickens.

The lives of these little ones are very weak. If you don't pay attention to it, you will be killed and wounded, and you will lose all your money.

But it's not impossible.

Chen Yu thought, next time I can take time to go to Yungu Village to have a look, since the old man I met at the bottom of the mountain before has spare energy to herd cattle, it means that the family still has some spare strength, maybe there are chickens.

As for the current moment, Chen Yu glanced at the dried chicken hanging aside, which was given by a family when the predecessor went down the mountain a year ago.

Only half of it was left, and the other half was gnawed by the predecessor on the same day.

I swallowed, but I didn't touch it.

"Fishing! Go fishing tomorrow! ”

Improving the food was imminent, Chen Yu dug up a big bowl of white rice, and there was no meat, so he could only fill his stomach with this.

To be honest, Chen Daguan's life is actually far better than most people under the mountain, and Guangyong Mansion is not mentioned, and it is quite peaceful at present. However, several surrounding state capitals are in a mess, and the rogue and the chaotic party have caused unrest in various places.

Earlier, in the teahouse, he had heard that there had been a natural disaster in the area of Zuofengsai further north, and the Yunyan Eight Heavenly Kings, who had just been extinguished last year, had resurrected and looted, and now there were fleeing victims everywhere.

The bones are left in the road, and the wailing is in the wilderness.

Compared to Qingtai Mountain, he can still manage enough rice, so what is not content.

……

"The big white root is ripe?"

After lunch, Chen Yu, who took a comfortable bath, came to the back of the courtyard, stood at the edge of the medicine garden, and watched the white stick in front of his heels cover most of the ground, and even the last leaf was about to be completely dragged down.

He raised an eyebrow.

The throbbing in the sea of consciousness became more and more pronounced, only slightly weaker than it had been at the beginning.

Turning his gaze, he could vaguely feel something jumping under the soil, as if it was about to break out of the shell in the next moment.

After thinking about it, Chen Yu half-squatted down and gently dug up the soil of the surrounding medicine field with an iron hoe.

Gradually, you can see that the leaves that had been shrunk into the ground have withered and rotted, and the surrounding soil has become powdery and delicate. Further down, a round snow-white rhizome was revealed.

He pinched the root and lifted it vigorously, like plucking a turnip. Hearing only a click, the connection between the stem and the root was broken, and the whole fell off, and was carried by Chen Yu in his hand.

The eye is fixed on the middle of the tuber, and in the center of the roundness, a touch of sparkle is hidden by a thick layer of skin.

Gently swaying, like a cloud, tumbling and moving inside.