When I woke up again, the kerosene lamp was still burning quietly, the tongue of fire dancing on the wick, and the yellowish light illuminated all sides of the sewer.

Kyungwon thought that he must have fallen asleep, his body had reached its limit, and he inevitably fell asleep in that feeling like a mother's embrace.

I don't know how long I slept, but judging from the depth of kerosene in that lamp, it shouldn't have been very long, maybe only an hour or two.

At last I saw what a terrible place this was, full of mold, they pulled out fine filaments, deeply embedded in the concrete wall, like thousands of blood vessels growing in the wall, the mass of mold gathered together, like a diseased tumor, he seemed to be in the stomach of a monster.

These things had apparently been in the sewers for a long time, only to this day, he didn't see them.

Slightly tilted his head to look at the black ghost to the side, "he" was still in a daze at the photo, motionless.

The mushroom liquid that differentiated from "his" arm seemed to be repairing Jingyuan's body tissues, and the wound on his right arm had healed and his physical strength had recovered somewhat, but his legs were still in a state of almost shattering, and he couldn't move at all.

I also received help from "him", "he" is like a reliable friend, although he rarely meets each other, but he always helps when he is in trouble.

Kyungwon didn't bother "him" to stare at the group photo, just wondering, what is the world like in the eyes of "him"?

After a few more moments, it seemed that the black ghost noticed that he had woken up and finally raised his head.

The kerosene lamp was lifted, and the mold there swelled in an orderly manner, condensing into words on the walls.

[I think of something]

The firelight illuminated the words, and "he" still couldn't speak, couldn't speak, but it seemed as if "he" could manipulate the mold in the neighborhood.

Probably "he" found this lamp in order to make Jing Yuan see these words clearly, after all, without light, they would not be able to communicate.

"Is that you?" Kyungwon asked, his vocal organs are still intact, so he doesn't need to write this time and can speak normally.

[It's me, it's you]

"I'm not you, and you're not me." Kyungwon shook his head: "We are two different people. ”

He didn't want to fool around anymore and was going to sort this thing out.

"I don't have any memories of you, and I don't know who the person in the photo is, what I have experienced is a completely different life from you, so we are two people."

[It's not important]

“.” Kyungwon didn't know what to say for a while.

[My body is not here, I can't help you much]

"So your body is in the sewers?"

[I don't know]

"Anyway, thank you for saving me."

[I can't save you, you're going to die soon]

"Dying soon?" Kyung Won was stunned.

[My shield will soon fail, and you will be exposed to the master's field of vision again]

"Does that mean those monsters will be chasing me soon, but how the hell did they find me?"

The black ghost pointed to the top of his head, which was full of mold.

[These bacteria grow in the land]

"Like a sensor?"

[Almost, so I told you to go to a higher place as much as possible]

"Is this so" The question that had plagued Kyungwon for a long time was finally answered, no wonder he would be followed by mutants as soon as he stepped on the ground.

It seems that these molds not only grow in the sewers, but also in the soil, which has long been covered with mycelium, and wherever he goes, he will step on those mycelium buried in the dirt that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

In fact, he had already felt this way, and after seeing this scene in the sewer, he suddenly realized.

I remember reading on the Internet before that the world's largest organism is a fungus, the largest fungus, the hyphae cover and spread ten square kilometers on the ground, almost 1665 football fields in size, and the whole land belongs to the same fungus, and the fungus growing on it is probably only equivalent to the body hair of the fungus.

In a harmonious natural environment, such a huge life can be born, not to mention this unreasonable mutated mold.

It's no wonder that when he reaches a high place, those mutants go around in circles as if they have lost their vision, because without these ubiquitous mycelium nets in high-rise buildings, he will not be so easily caught when he stands on the rooftop.

His understanding of the survival mode of mutant mold has become more profound, and probably the entire state and mountain city belong to the territory of the same mutant mold individual.

Where the sun can shine, the mold there is like the part of a towering tree on the ground.

The canopy looks magnificent, but deep in the earth, it's the root system that is ten times larger than the canopy that feeds it, and where you can't see it, the root system spreads downward, and that's what supports the tree's growth.

[I can block you for about ten more minutes at most]

Ten minutes, this time is the countdown to life for Kyungwon.

"But I still don't understand why the fungus master must kill me."

[Because it wants to take back control of it]

"Does control mean the authority to control those monsters?"

[I have divided some of the permissions from it, so I can temporarily block it, and you also have a part of it, and it wants to take this part back]

"Do I have it on me too? How can it be? ”

[Yes, I already feel it, you should know what it is]

"Is it so?"

Kyungwon suddenly thought of the map, which was marked with information about the city's monsters.

If, that's the part of the authority on him, it seems to make sense.

That strange system is not the gold finger that comes with the crossing, the function on it is castrated, and it is completely a crude version of the magic modification.

It can't be made out of thin air, it can't be peeled with one click, it doesn't have convenient storage space, and its only role is to provide information, show his current state in a digital way, remind him where there is danger, where he can pick up cheap, and even remind him where there is fresh blood food.

It wasn't some magical game system that had been put together for him for no reason, it was all from the mycelium webs that dotted the surface, and it was just expressed in a way he could understand.

He suddenly remembered his first thought on the first day he came to this world, he wanted to clear the game he had just bought, he felt that he hadn't played enough, and he wanted to play again.

Is it that idea that makes that part of the authority manifest itself in the form of a "game system"?

At first, he could only see the icons when he looked at the map, perhaps because he subconsciously felt that they would only appear on the map with the names of places.

Now, he doesn't need a map to see it.

Because at that time, he thought that it would be great if he could see the information directly with his eyes.

No, I've thought about it before, but it hasn't changed so easily.

Was there any difference between him and him in the past? In addition to a change in thinking?

He looked up at the mold sticking to the sewer wall and an idea came to him.

If that is his authority, it must be because the number of microflora in his body has increased to a certain order of magnitude before that change occurs.

It takes "evolution" to change form, and he has become stronger and evolved, which is why there has been such a change.

That's not a free benefit at all, it's his permission, and no one interfered with his permission at first, so he can see everywhere, and occasionally there will be emergencies.

But later, his permissions were blocked by interference, so he didn't know what was going on in the city center, and he never popped up the "emergency" prompt, and he couldn't see the whereabouts of the strange zombie cat.

At first, he couldn't see the zombie group on the map, probably because those zombies were not judged to be his enemies, but when those controlled zombies would take the initiative to attack him, he still couldn't see it, because something was interfering with his authority and preventing him from getting more information.

The change in the refresh rate of the map is also because of something interfering with his permissions, those strange zombies, they suddenly came after the change in the refresh rate, because his permissions were almost completely blocked, which is excellent, the opportunity to kill him, kill him, and the other party will be able to get back that part of the permissions.

(End of chapter)