Little Mushroom

Chapter 2:

Ann left for a long time.

After many nights and days passed, he moved on the map only a little wider than the fingernails of a human pinky finger, but it was still a whole finger long from the northern base. He didn't have human transportation and didn't know how long it would take to get there.

Finally, he smelled the damp and dark breath gradually disappearing, and felt that the soil under his feet had finally become harder and harder.

In the evening, the sun sinks like a crimson eye, and the black mountain in the distance accepts it. The sunlight gradually disappears, and the twilight and the aurora float together. Anzhe tries to identify the handwriting and symbols on the map.

The dry river he just walked past was the boundary of the "Abyss", and behind this boundary was a place called "Plain No. 2". The plain No. 2 is three-star dangerous, with a pollution level of two stars. It lives in large arthropod monsters and rodents. It is no longer full of mushrooms and is mainly low bushes.

Indeed, the undulating terrain in the abyss, the rift valleys everywhere, and the tall tree shadows entangled in the middle of the night are all gone here. This place has a wide view and unobstructed scenes-flat and endless twilight.

But Anzhe was disturbed.

The dry air in Plain No. 2 does not seem to be suitable for the survival of mushrooms. He cannot find the soil that can absorb nutrients, and can only use human means to restore physical strength, such as sleep.

So he walked for a long time again, and finally found a depression with a little yellow grass growing scattered on it, sitting down with his knees on his knees, and found a suitable posture to lift up.

A mushroom spends most of his life in sleep, but this is the first time he has fallen asleep in human posture.

Mushroom sleep is waiting in a place, waiting for the passage of time, but human sleep seems different. Soon after closing his eyes, the endless darkness spread like a tide, and his body became lighter, or he seemed to be losing his body.

I don't know at which moment, the whining wind sounded from his ears—the wind in the wilderness, his favorite thing before.

But those winds are meaningless now, it lost its spores-when it rolled in a favorite wilderness. Human voices will be heard in the wind. He can't remember those syllables clearly. He can only think of a small part of them, and replace them with human language.

"It's ... weird, it's ..."

"……how?"

"Take ... here ... sample."

The next moment, an unspeakable pain radiated all over the body. The feeling was very light, but deep. An empty hole appeared in his consciousness, and could never be filled. He knew that he had lost the most important things ever since.

-Fear spread all over his body in an instant, and since then he began to fear the sound of the wind and lived in the cave.

The heart throbbed, and a sudden onset of fear struck--the fear of losing spores.

An Zhe opened his eyes sharply, and he immediately realized that he was dreaming. Only humans can dream. The next moment, his breathing stopped completely.

He knew the source of that fear--a black creature stood before him.

The two blood-red compound eyes were faint and shiny, and Anzhan was tight, his eyes moved down, huge—a long one like an adult, and three pairs of thin, sharp sickle-shaped forelimbs flashed with the coldness of moonlight.

Realizing what it was, his body trembled, a distant feeling, the trembling from the first ancestor of millions of years ago-mushrooms would die from the bite of a group of termites.

The beasts in "The Abyss" may be dismissive of mushrooms, but arthropod monsters in the Second Plains may regard mushrooms as rare food.

As soon as this idea appeared, Anzhe rolled subconsciously aside!

A dull dull sound shook the ground, and the sharp forelimb of the arthropod monster slammed into the dirt next to him-that was where he had just been lying.

An Zhe quickly grabbed his backpack, rolled over, and ran towards the bushes not far away. The dense footsteps of arthropod monsters rang in his ear. When the voice was a little lower, An turned back and looked back. Under the aurora, he finally saw the whole picture of this thing-a giant black monster, like an ant magnified thousands of times.

Fortunately, the body of this thing looks too bulky, and humans run faster than it, just run into the bushes in front of it-

He fell down.

Just in the blink of an eye, he had been shrouded in the shadow cast by the monster. In the sharp sound of the wind, the forelimb of the thing was chopped down towards his arm.

The sleeves of Anzhe were suddenly empty, and the fabric dangled softly. It did not cut anything.

This seemed unexpected to the monster, it paused.

At the same time, the mycelium re-spreads and grows in the sleeves of Anzhe, once again forming a complete human arm.

He rolled down on the spot, avoiding the monster's next blow, then propped his arms into the low bushes, and two thick bushes blocked his body.

But this was not enough to allow him to escape the monster's eyes, and Anzhan took a short breath, his body began to change at this moment, the outlines of the arms, fingers and all other limbs were blurred, and something was under Surging, turning towards mycelium, ready to escape in a more flexible way.

Just then--

"boom!"

A white light glided across the air, and the meteor hit the joints connecting the monster's head and abdomen.

After the dull impact sounded, the white light exploded silently, mixed with red firelight.

Ann crouched in the bushes, and watched this huge thing cut in half from the middle, and landed on the ground with a sound.

The shrub leaves were squeaked, and they fell into Anzhe. The monster's head fell less than half a meter away from him, and the **** compound eyes still looked in his direction.

An Zhe saw the creatures that were still moving after being cut into three parts in the "Abyss". He remembered that he was a little farther away from this thing, and suddenly heard a sound not far away.

"The last uranium bomb, and you will return to the base after you have picked up the body." A man's voice was very thick.

"The shells of arthropods are not cheap. I didn't expect to find one in the end." The voice of another man was sharper than the previous one.

After a brief conversation, they stopped talking, and the sound of footsteps came. It was the sound of thick leather boots stepping on the sand, and the sound of friction between them was mixed.

--Humanity.

After Anze died, Anzhe hadn't seen humans for a long time. He quietly looked up from the bush.

The bushes rustled. The man who listened only to the first speaker drank "alert!"

The next second, three black hole muzzles aimed at him.

An Zhe looked at them.

He inevitably thought of the chaotic memory of the night when the spores were lost, but Anzai's presence allowed him to see the kindness of humanity. He thought about his situation and said, "You ... hello."

Under the illumination of the aurora, the scene in front of us is clear. These are three humans in dark gray clothes, all male. They had wide brown belts around their waists and magazines tied to them. The man standing in the middle was taller, and the other two were slightly shorter.

The man in the middle was the one who just said "the last uranium bomb" first, and his voice was calm: "Human?"

An Zhe hesitated, remembering the weapon that smashed the monster and blew it up, he said, "Yes."

"What's your name? What's your ID number? Where's your teammate?"

"An Zhe, 3261170514, is gone."

The man frowned, looking down at him. His eyebrows are dark, his eyes are black and white, his nose is high, and his lips are thick. The combination of these features will not make Anzhe feel dangerous like the beasts in the abyss.

Three seconds later, the other man next to the man—a small dark-skinned man—clicked and loaded the gun again, full of threatening meaning. He looked at him, his voice was low, and his speed was fast: Take it off. "

Anzhe stood up from the bushes, unbuttoned the first button of the gray shirt, and then the second button, and the skin on the neckline was exposed. His skin was smooth and milky, a bit like the color of his hyphae.

The next moment he heard a third man blowing a whistle. It was a pale, red-haired, yellow-haired man with a lot of wrinkles on his face, which meant that humans were aging. His eyes were gray-blue, the corners of his eyes were hanging, and he looked upright at him,

An Zhe lowered her head, unbuttoned the remaining buttons, and took off the shirt.

The gray-blue-eyed man approached him, blew a second whistle, and began to look up and down.

This man's gaze was very sticky, like the saliva of a beast in the abyss. After looking at Anzhe again, he turned to his side again.

The next moment, Anzhe's wrist was caught by him, his fingers rubbed on the skin of Anzhe's wrist, his thumb rubbed against his wrist bone, and his slightly sharp voice asked: "What is this?"

An Zhe looked down at the back of his hands and wrists. There were some messy and irregular red marks on it. This was just scratched by the bushes to avoid the monster's attack. He turned his head and gestured to the bushes behind him: "Leaves."

Then came a brief silence. After a while, the man smashed his lips and said, "The rest is you to take it off yourself, or should I take it off for you?"

Anzhe did not move.

He probably knew what they were doing, and similar situations existed in An Ze's memory.

Genetic contamination can occur between monsters and between people and monsters. The first way to determine if a stranger is contaminated is to check for injuries on his body.

But the person behind made him feel uncomfortable. When he was a mushroom, the snakes felt like swimming over his stalk and umbrella cover.

So he looked up at the man in the center. He had seen many ferocious beasts in the abyss, and he would roughly judge how dangerous they were. Now, he intuitively knows that this person has the least aggressiveness of the three.

"Horson." After a brief look, the man spoke again, his voice deep: "Don't get sick in the wild."

Hawson sneered and looked at Anzhe more wildly.

Three seconds later, the man said to Ann: "Follow me."

An Zhe obediently followed the man to the back of the monster's head. There was no wound on his body except for the scratches on the bush branches and leaves.

That humanity: "How long have you been separated from your teammates?"

An Zhe thought about it, and answered, "One day."

"You are dead."

"There don't seem to be many monsters here."

"But there are a lot of bugs." The man was always short and reliable.

Ann discounted the buttons for good clothes, looked at him, and whispered, "Are you going back to the northern base?"

The man answered, "Yes."

"Then ..." An Zhe said, "Can you bring me? I have food and water myself."

"I said no," said the humane.

As soon as the words fell, I saw the man stepping out and looking at the other two: "Not hurt, take him?"

Hawson smiled, looked at Anzhe with his arms folded, blew a third whistle, and then said, "Why not take it? No more of him."

Immediately, he looked at the remaining man: "Nigga, what do you say?"