"Wake up!" Kraft caught up with Martin and shouted at the unusually high or low crowd around the campfire, pulling up those with their heads and knees hugged one by one.

It's hard to tell if it's a natural emotional manifestation, or if it's a change after being influenced, or both. When they are awakened, they are somewhat in a trance, distracted.

In a hurry, Kraft did not hesitate to use the family battlefield first aid technique, and the traditional and effective physical stimulation of the facial peripheral nerves quickly recalled the consciousness of the delirious, whether it was a mixture of joy and sorrow or hugging his knees, all returned to reality after two slaps.

He grabbed the servant who had just been pulled up, and raised a finger to observe the divergent reflex and follow movement of the other party's eyes, "Did you see anything?" Big flare, or ghosting? ”

"I seem to be a little dazzled." Hu Cong took out one of his hands covering his face and rubbed his eyes, and it seemed that his vision was not affected much.

"You, and you?" Kraft went through them one by one, and the answers he got were generally "dazzling" and "glare", and for the time being, no one saw the mushroom hallucinations that were very real with the scene.

However, after an intense emotional outburst or depression, they feel mentally exhausted and realize that they have just been so immersed in their emotions that they cannot sustain their energy.

Those feelings are inflated, extreme, and overflowing, so that those who have been tested by the battle array cannot control themselves, not only catalyzed by the panic generated by the attack of something extraordinary, but also by a drunken state that allows the consciousness to flow freely.

Coupled with the faint light spots floating in front of him, it is like being in a dream, and his speech has a psychedelic lightness.

Barrow took off his helmet, flicked his tucked hair away with a little irritation, retched twice, and said uncertainly, "Seriously, I feel ...... A little crowded? ”

Looking at the wide camp that had been demolished for most of it, he shrunk his shoulders and gave up the action because of his armpit armor.

"I know it's weird, but really, it feels like it's stuffed around."

This statement has been echoed by a lot, and several people who have just shrunk up have said that they think so, but this feeling is too strange and abstract to express.

The surroundings are very empty, but I still feel that my mouth and nose are occluded, my chest is tight, and there are a lot of stuff around me, which is pressing, and people instinctively want to curl up to escape this discomfort.

As an outsider, their breathing is normal, although it is slightly faster due to the influence of subjective feelings, in fact, they are ventilated smoothly and their chest movements are gentle.

In the absence of a stethoscope, Kraft had to hold his ear against the chest wall and, unsurprisingly, did not hear any noticeable rales. He is more inclined to the confusion caused by synaesthesia, and as for what is perceived, it is still a question.

Therefore, at this time, I can only give some more empirical advice.

"Don't fall asleep, hold on a little longer, the sun is coming out."

After thinking about it, out of precaution and out of consideration that talking is better than nothing, he added: "If, I mean if, you find yourself behind, separated from your companions, and appear in a place you don't know, don't shout, find a place to hide." ”

The first scream was heard in the middle of the night, and by the time they had survived the fierce battle with the terrible things, they had been awakened from their emotional wreckage, and the night had unconsciously entered the coldest and darkest period.

This is not a bad thing, the cold will lift the spirits, and it also means that the long days of summer are coming.

They sat staring at each other for a while, and finally someone couldn't stand the background sound of the biotic shell scratching at the soil endlessly, and talked about the usual boring topics of life, as a way to resist fatigue.

Training and food, and even rarely mentioned family relationships. Most of them were a minor nobleman who had no property or title to inherit, and was sent to the castle to find another way out. Self-perception belongs to the upper class but is actually not qualitatively different from ordinary people, and it is even inferior to some merchant families, which is a very awkward position.

And at this moment, there has been a subtle change in mentality, and the content that is usually quite avoided seems to be no longer valued so much, and can be used as a pastime conversation.

Their complaints shifted from poor food and lodging to stingy and eccentric cold-blooded old men, who were unwilling to take a little more out of the industry, and found a common language here.

The conversation quickly diverged to the guys who had everything because they were born early, as well as the smaller, more favored children, the unfair treatment, and what they deserved.

The resonant conversation made the speech active and the time passed quickly.

Coop listened to their world with great interest, imagining how much he could give to his younger sons from his property if he became an "old man" in the future, but after careful consideration, he felt that he should pass on the results in its entirety, and at most a little money.

Kraft is quietly timekeeping and feeling the change. He had no sympathy for any of these things.

The effect mediated by mushroom spores is observably weakened. The light spots were reduced, the ground no longer seemed to be touched by a layer of velvet carpet, and the non-existent mushroom mold spots quietly dissipated as attention was removed again and again.

【Hallucination】

But it's too real, and the two layers that don't separate each other have an unstable overlap in the eyes. And the "feeling of crowding" that has been mentioned many times, although faint, has never completely dissipated.

It is not the narrowness that is gained and lost when the spiritual senses are disconnected, but the crowding that is practical and can be intuitively imagined, and those polymorphic spots of light seem to be transformed from virtual to real, squeezing his active breathing space.

And the greatest part of his attention has always been on the immobilized bodies.

At a certain point in time, they sluggish in high synchronicity, so tight that the mycelial mixture of muscle bundles that almost tore off themselves and bones relaxed, and the crown of the mushroom umbrella fell low.

The chattering crowd was startled by the familiar change and quickly rose to their feet for another wave of attacks.

Even without mental senses, when the scale reaches this magnitude, the residual connection to that side can make Kraft vaguely perceive at this moment that something has been withdrawn from the body, and some ineffable "activity" contained in it has been drastically reduced.

An active and small thing sneaks into the grass and trees, and in everything that hides mycelium, it "conducts" like a schematic animation of neural electrical signals that I have seen.

【Conduction】

It can't even be called a "thing", but a signal on the carrier, a small cluster of individuals between matter and nothingness, faintly perceived as patches are peeled away from the body.

He even felt like he saw spots on the swollen roots and a slight swaying of the fungus in the shadow. Koop subconsciously lifted the soles of his feet, as if avoiding the rabbits jumping under his feet.

An erect, colorful shell was revealed in the forest, and the crossbowman struggled to spin the winch to wind, aiming in that direction, but it stood silently in place.

As time passed, the drooping crown and the arrows on their chests were visible, and they realized that it was a shell nailed to the trunk of a tree, revealed layer by layer by the fading light.

Overhead, the sky shattered by branches and leaves quietly glowed with an imperceptible gray light, and it would take a long time for the forest to be moistened.

The dawn has come. They waited for a while, but no more husks came from the direction of the village. It's over, at least for the time being. There is a sense of unreality, even with the corpses around it, it is still like waking up from a nightmare and returning to reality.

"Let's take a break, we'll go to the village and take care of the rest." Kraft stood up, moving his joints, his eyes undeflected to meet the frightened man.

"If you don't take advantage of the fact that you have dealt with them all now, will you go back and wait for the rest to catch up tonight? Or who thinks they can get out of this forest overnight? ”

The reason is compelling, if there is another night of fright, no one here will be able to get out. The best thing to do is to go back, to the village of the source, and take advantage of the power that drives the shell to temporarily retreat, and smash everything it can control to pieces.

"I'm in charge of guarding this time, hurry up, it's best to leave before noon."

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"Professor, are you really okay?" Before setting off, Martin confirmed to the tired Kraft in a rather awe-inspiring manner.

"Better than you think. Did you know that if people are used to working all night, sometimes the next morning is better than just waking up? ”

This is indeed not a reckless statement, he has full experience of reversing day and night, but the current state is not like the experience of staying up all night can explain. When the effects subsided, he felt not exhaustion deep into his bone marrow, but rather woke up from a light sleep.

The strange sensation returned to his left arm, free from the embedded, and Kraft returned to his uncomfortable routine. Subconsciously, there is a little nostalgia for the previous feeling, the body is strangely calmed, a certain peace of rest is obtained, and the attitude has shifted slightly.

Psychological rejection of the impact is reduced. Rational logic tells the consciousness that this is very wrong, but the psychological inclination to a more comfortable state cannot be changed by denial, just as the mental senses have an undeniable sense of openness.

【Impact】

This is also an influence, and the influence of the spirit acts on the body, and the influence of the body can also act on the spirit.

Kraft tried to roll up his sleeves and take a look, but he suddenly realized that he hadn't examined his left arm in a few days. The dense sight around him made him give up on the idea.

"Let's go."

The team followed the trail again and returned to the mushroom-filled village.

This time, he set out on that path. The thick soles of the boots seem to be non-existent, and the comfortable and disgusting soft texture spreads from the soles of the feet to the body along with the shiver.

There are already many gaps in it, making it look no longer perfect, and it seems like an invitation to fill in the gaps.

There was a shattering, toppling sound in the four directions, as the rest of the body was disposing of what was left, pouring out all their accumulated fear and anger on these things, consciously or unconsciously avoiding the path and the center of its paving.

Kraft ascended the stone stairs with his hands in his hands, and the rings against the broken stone brick façade hung high on the arches, and on either side there were two inconspicuous areas of discoloration, where something had hung for a long time, leaving a photocopy.

"Orthodox?" After a moment of contemplation, he reached out and pushed open the unlocked door.

Similar to the structure of other churches, the straight aisle between the chairs in the main hall leads to the place where the worship object is located, and you can see it from the doorway.

The midday sun from the broken windows illuminated the tall, wingless ring, and below it were painted a number of suppressed demons and evil spirits, which were not as expressive as the scales and claws seen outside.

The angel on the side of the arch guard symbol has been tampered with with a paint that is much newer than the base color.

The image of what should have been a charitable face, the wings on the back were erased and replaced with an aperture larger than the body, the facial features were displaced, the arms and feet were multi-armed, the fingers and toes were scattered, and they were bent, folded and twisted as if they were boneless.

Hit by the first flu, the workload has more than doubled in recent days, coupled with the night shift difficulties, I am afraid that it will not be able to be updated in time_(:3⌒)_