Chapter 134: Thoughts Together

Myconid King Stoffals brought John and others to his fungus research room. There were five or six myconids here, some of which were squeezing inactivated spore liquid from corrupted strains, and some of which were crushing the picked spores. Herbal medicines, and some added their own spores into the medicine bottles and stirred them thoroughly. A bowl of chaotically colored solution was poured into the heated stone pot. Smoke was flying in the room, and the smoke of various colors mixed and intertwined, forming a hazy scene like a dream.

[Please be careful, great adventurer friends. 】

The Myconid King releases its own light blue spores, and those light clouds of blue luminous dust seem to have their own consciousness, gently wrapped in the outer layer of colored smoke.

John raised his head and looked at the pill bottles that were so colorful that they sounded alarm bells. His voice was a little low because of his inner uneasiness.

"Dear fungal friends, are these the medicines you promised that can inhibit spore infection?"

[Yes, great adventurer friend. Since the appearance of those corrupt tribesmen, we myconids have been trying to decipher the threat of those parasitic spores. Like us, they are mushrooms grown from a web of bacteria. Even though our bodies have undergone certain changes after corruption, we still have similarities in many aspects. 】

Stoffels's affirmative tone gave John a little confidence, but after observing the myconids working safely in the smoke, he realized that the structure of the human body was very different from that of the myconids, and those medicines might contain the wrong mushrooms. A highly toxic substance that is effective in humans.

"Are you sure these medicines will work on us non-myconids? Will it have other effects on the human body?"

[Please rest assured, great adventurer friends, initially we did not test it on humanoids. But after this adventurer friend, your companion, and this warrior was brought back by the hunting team, he filled in the gaps in the experimental conditions. We collected some of his cell tissues for pharmaceutical experiments. Those cells did not produce any adverse reactions. Please rest assured that the effect of the medicine on you is no different from that of the fungi. Everything follows the will of the father of fungi. 】

Myconid King Stoffals arranged a rest camp for the Morning Star team and also provided delicious food. It is worth mentioning that the concept of death among mushrooms is different from that of humans. Several mushrooms brought a pot of soup that was obviously cooked by dead mushrooms to entertain John and others, but John and others refused this precious gift. of goodwill.

A few hours ago, he was having a friendly exchange with the myconids, and a few hours later he was going to eat the remains of the myconids. Even a not-so-kind magician couldn't accept this kind of thing calmly.

However, Barnes became very interested in the mushroom soup. He wanted to speak, but Vivian stopped him.

The dagger that had almost taken away Barnes' life several times pierced the ground at the captain's feet. When he looked up, his beautiful eyes shone with an icy cold light.

"If you like to do as the Romans do, Barnes, why don't you cut off a few pieces of your own flesh and show courtesy to the Myconids."

Finally, the Daystar team ate some selected mushrooms that looked edible and paired them with the wild fruits they picked up. The result was extremely delicious. After replenishing their nutrition, they arranged a night shift to rest in this psychedelic mushroom forest.

Raven was on the first shift. His body recovered quickly and he no longer felt weak at all. The myconid's medical ability was indeed very efficient. Another reason is that the toxin on Adrak's Thorn Sword has the effect of paralyzing and quickly stopping bleeding, which allowed Raven to last until the rescue time of the Myconid hunting team.

The silence passed quickly at night. When two hours passed and it was time for the next shift, Raven woke up Vivian who was pretending to sleep. The warrior looked at the posture of the female ranger and realized that she had been awake. In the past two hours, she had been motionless, leaning against the campfire with her pillow on her bag. She was not at all like a relaxed resting state.

Raven lay on his bed sideways, reviewing this special team in his mind, the warlock who used dangerous powers, the captain who summoned the devil, and the female ranger who seemed to be hiding something. According to his past habits, Raven would definitely stay as far away from these people as possible as soon as possible. Unrest meant accidents, and accidents often lead to danger. Although the beginning of this journey was a helpless move, the bastard Barnes stole his own money bag. But after getting along with each other for this period of time, Raven did not hate these secretive companions. He was pleasantly surprised by their ability to burst out in critical moments.

If there was anyone who could possibly rescue his mistress, Raven believed that his current Morning Star team must be the perfect answer. Raven trusted the abilities of her companions.

However, this trust was only in terms of adventure, and Raven remained silent on other issues regarding the team.

Vivian wakes John up.

The warlock opened his eyes, and his inner sense of time told him that he had definitely not slept for four hours.

Vivian's finger passed in front of the annoyed John and pointed to John's other side.

"I have a question."

John replied coldly.

"I can see that."

Vivian, who didn't hear the other meaning of the warlock's pun and thought there was a tacit understanding between the two, laughed.

"Look over there, John."

John turned his head as she pointed. In the direction of her finger, two myconids were leaning together, sitting on the edge of the giant mushroom canopy. From the mushroom crowns of the myconids, they erupted spores together. The spore clouds combined with each other, and a pink mist enveloped the two myconids.

"What are they doing?" Vivian looked at John, her bright eyes meant something.

"[Nianhe], the hallucinogenic spores of the myconids can bring the mind into a fantasy world. This is an entertainment activity among the myconids. Under the influence of the hallucinogenic spores, several myconids can complete deep spiritual communication. "

Vivian looked over there and murmured.

"Will there be love between them?"

John frowned, thinking about whether to answer the female ranger's sudden question. He always had a feeling that the next step would be endless.

"We cannot judge. The ethical concepts and cultures of different races are too different. Our cognition is based on the collective values ​​​​given to us. It is too arbitrary to define other races with human concepts. The answer to this question can only be answered by the Myconids themselves. answer."

"They will love." Vivian said firmly.

John shrugged in reply. The Warlock knew that the female ranger in the team was inexplicably paranoid in some aspects, so he had no intention of contradicting her love brain at this time.

"The union of souls is the highest level of emotional communication. I believe that two intelligent individuals communicating in this way will definitely produce a result called love. This is for sure."

"Well, you're right."

Vivian hugged her legs, rested her chin on her knees, curled up, and stared at the mushroom man who was chanting.

"I'm a little envious of myconids."

“The ability to communicate directly and listen to each other without hiding anything is a great ability.”

John sat on his bed, holding the side of his face with his palms, his eyelids chattering in boredom, "If you mean being sincere, we can do that too."

"No, people will cheat and hide. When there is a physical barrier, they lose the courage to show their true feelings. John, we will always hide part of our true selves. Human beings can't do that."

John didn't refute because what Vivian said was right.

"But, John, you can actually do it, right? Like myconids."

Vivian squatted down, her palms touching the ground, and moved towards John on all fours like a cat. The bright light of eagerness reflected in her eyes.

"You can actually do it! Connect your thoughts and eliminate the barriers between your souls."

Vivian whispered as if possessed.

"John, let's come to [Nianhe]."