"No, I tested the Pearl Millet Sand Fleas' feces and urine—the oily green liquid left on the walls of the sample containers—and found that they contained large amounts of Actinomycetes!" Fan Tao stepped aside and let him use the microscope.
Song He's expression turned solemn as he leaned over the microscope to observe.
The field of view first showed green, oily plant cells. Most of the cells had ruptured, their juices flowing everywhere like heaps of rotten fruit.
After moving the slide slightly, they soon saw the Actinomycetes. There were quite a lot of them, forming sizable colonies. Their tangled Hyphae were intertwined, with some spherical bacterial bodies mixed among them.
The sight was bizarre, as if dozens of long-haired heads had been piled together. Every head was still alive, writhing without pause, driving its hair into the surrounding plant cells and constantly absorbing nutrients.
"It really is Actinomycetes." Song He continued moving the field of view, sucking in a breath. "There sure are a hell of a lot of them!"
Huge clusters of Actinomycetes kept appearing in the field of view. Occasionally, they saw some Mixed Bacteria—or more accurately, the corpses of Mixed Bacteria. They had all been surrounded and slaughtered by clusters of Actinomycetes, then turned into food.
Within the area of the slide, these Actinomycetes were invincible. They killed anything in their path and greedily devoured the nutrients of every microorganism, especially gorging themselves on plant cells.
"This isn't a coincidence. Is it widespread?" Song He turned his head.
"Yes, this kind of Actinomycetes is everywhere!" Fan Tao said. "I first tested the Pearl Millet Sand Fleas' feces from different sample containers and found this kind of Actinomycetes in every sample. Then I caught one dead and one living Pearl Millet Sand Flea, dissected them, and collected