"Your life has only seven days left!"
The moment Meng Qiu Zhen entered the Blissful Land Dream Realm, those were the first words that greeted him.
"What?" Meng Qiu Zhen froze for a bit before blurting out the question.
Standing In Front Of him was an elderly mushroomwoman.
She sighed, speaking with deep guilt. "Xiaomi, Grandma is too useless. I truly have no way to cure your illness."
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Meng Qiu Zhen swiftly swept his gaze around and discovered that not only was the mushroomwoman before his eyes one, but he himself had also become a mushroomman.
At this moment, they were inside a grass hut unique to mushroommen.
This sort of hut had dark green walls, built from special grass and mud that had been pounded together. Its roof was woven from golden-yellow straw.
The furnishings inside were simple, yet they revealed that this was a physician's home.
"Grandma, am I truly beyond saving? Is there really no other way?" Meng Qiu Zhen put on an unwilling tone, striving to explore the clues of this dream scene.
The elderly mushroomwoman hesitated for a moment, then mused, "There is one more way."
Meng Qiu Zhen immediately followed up. "What way?"
The elderly mushroomwoman shook her head, turned around, and walked toward the table.
The table was covered in medicine jars—white ones, gray ones, though the majority were black.
Some of these medicine jars stood open, containing withered herbs or pitch-black medicinal liquid. Others were tightly sealed with lids.
The elderly mushroomwoman seemed to be caught in a tangled state of mind. She subconsciously shifted the medicine jars around, gradually calming herself.
With her back to Meng Qiu Zhen, she said, "The only thing I can think of that might save you is not a method.