The mold slowly wriggled in front of Su Wanqing's eyes, they were alive, like a group of soft tissues.

It was the first time she had seen such a picture, the underground of Xiushan Lake Park would never be a cavity, and the government would definitely conduct geological surveys before planning the land, and if there was a huge karst cave underneath, then it would not be transformed into a park, but would make a big show to build a cave tourist area to attract tourists from all over the country.

This cavity in the underground only appeared later, so could "Hel" take root underground?

Just like a tree, it extends its roots to tens of meters deep into the ground.

She guessed that the cavity had formed slowly over the course of six years, perhaps at first as a small naturally occurring cavity, and then mold invading it, expanding outward every day, like ants nesting, and it took years to hollow out the place.

It's no wonder that there are no mushroom blankets on the ground, it turns out that they all grow underground.

After the mother is born, they should burrow through the ground and cover the earth, as if they were breaking out of an egg, and they are also slowly hatching and growing in the underground world.

This is a world that humanity has not yet touched, and she is the first human to see it all.

She left the earthly kingdom and fell into the promised land of mold.

The air was filled with the rotting smell of mold, which took over her field of vision, and everywhere the flashlight could illuminate was the wriggling black foam.

She fell limply on the mold-made cushion bed, feeling like a small worm stuck to a spider's web, about to be wrapped in spider silk and digested as food.

It's cold.

The wound was bleeding outward, the body temperature was lost, and the headache looked like it was going to blow up.

She saw the time on her watch, and only a dozen minutes had passed since she had fallen.

She hadn't slept since the day before yesterday, she had stayed up for two all-nighters, and her body was constantly signaling her to rest, a strong sense of sleepiness, which wanted to overwhelm her.

If it weren't for the physical pain and the stimulation of the senses from the outside world, she would have fallen asleep, and I am afraid that she would never have had a chance to wake up again.

Fortunately, only ten minutes have passed, not too long, if it is too long, she has been digested by these molds.

Will someone come to her rescue? Hundreds of soldiers accompanied her, and if they were still alive, a rescue team should be dispatched.

She struggled to look up and took her watch off, the light of the flashlight illuminating above her, and water dripping from there.

It's raining outside, but it's not rain, and you can't hear it here.

The top was closed, and foam-like mold formed the ceiling several meters high, and directly above her, there was a strange depression.

She was in an enclosed space, and the light shone through the hollows in the walls and ceiling, and the wind blew through the hollows, which seemed to lead in all directions.

She was covered in wet stickiness, and her clothes were covered with damp mold.

There was an error in the guess, she didn't fall from the height of the fourth floor or so, and the real height was probably much higher than the fourth floor.

She had a model in her mind, a beehive-like diorama, the nest was underground, there were many layers, it was huge, and she fell from a great height, gravity accelerated her, and she landed on the surface of the nest.

The surface of the nest was the mold that had gathered together, and they were like foam, loose and scattered, and the foam could not support a person who had fallen, so she penetrated the surface as if it had passed through a membrane.

She was soaking wet, her clothes and hair were full of scattered mold, and in the process of falling, she didn't know how many layers of film she had to go through before stopping, and the mold on her body was scraped off at that time, as evidenced by the depression on the top of her head.

Someone else fell with her, but she didn't see it around, the soldiers had heavy equipment, and if it was the way she expected, they would fall to the lower floors.

No wonder there was no rescue, she ended up in the mold's lair, the place was like a labyrinth, and no one could find her at all.

Even if she found it, it didn't seem to be of any use, she had a traumatic injury, a bleeding wound, which meant that she was infected.

Yes, she has antibodies, but only those that are not in direct contact, she is immune to the few mold spores that flow in the air, but if the wound comes into direct contact with the mold, then she will still be pronounced death.

She knew very well what was going to happen next, and with this level of contact, she would be a walking dead in less than a few days.

This is still an optimistic idea, in fact, she can't wait for that time, the mold around her senses her body temperature and is slowly gathering towards her, and before the infection breaks out, she will be wrapped and then suffocated.

She would just die quietly, and the corpse would become a breeding ground for mold.

She tried to use her watch to signal for help, and a few minutes later, the sound of footsteps came from a hollow.

Is anyone coming? Soldiers wear thick protective clothing and safety helmets, and when they fall from a height, they will not be hurt too much and may be able to stand up.

Joining up with the soldiers didn't get her out of danger, but it was better than waiting for her to die, and at least she hoped that someone would pull her out of the mold.

She listened carefully to the footsteps, pressed the switch of the flashlight, and opened and closed it, and the light flickered in the dark space, hoping that this way would attract the person's attention.

The footsteps were getting closer and clearer, but when she heard the sound clearly, she held her breath.

She turned off her flashlight and kept her mouth shut.

It wasn't the sound of human footsteps, something crawling, mixed with the sound of slippery squirming.

I suddenly understood how these cavities appeared, and it was normal for hollow foam to appear during the nest casting process, but under normal circumstances, foam and foam would not be connected to each other.

These passages are for something to get back and forth, and maybe even the hole that the thing has drilled out at all.

How could the lair be empty, the lair should be the base camp of monsters, and she was in this base camp, and the wound was oozing blood.

She was glued to the spider silk, and now, the spider crawling on the spider web sensed its prey and was crawling towards her, and deep fear welled up in her heart.

The thing appeared in front of her, a snake-like crawling creature, like a leech magnified dozens of times, without eyes, but with a sharp ring-like mouthpart.

It was for her, and after a brief pause, he locked on her direction and crawled towards her.

Her face turned pale with fright, but suddenly a hole appeared under the leech, and it fell from the hole with a sharp hiss.

Everything fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.

(End of chapter)