The moment the workshop supervisor heard this, his expression changed. He hurriedly reached up and touched his head—and sure enough, he felt a mushroom.
He hastily yanked it with all his strength. A sharp pain shot through his scalp, as if the mushroom had already taken root in his head, but he still shouted and tore it off.
With a ripping sound, the workshop supervisor pulled off a mushroom, its roots still attached to a small piece of scalp.
Old Cai's scalp was bleeding even more heavily, but after tearing off the mushroom, he finally felt somewhat relieved.
But then someone shouted, "Old Cai, there's something on your neck!"
The workshop supervisor's heart lurched. He reached behind his neck and felt another mushroom.
He nearly fainted.
Then startled cries began ringing out all around them.
"Xiao Wang, what's that on your face?"
"My god, Zhang Kun, mushrooms are growing on your hand!"
"Ah! Don't come over! There's a mushroom in your ear!"
"Mushrooms..."
The entire shelter descended into chaos. More and more people began sprouting all kinds of fungal plants. These things not only grew on people's bodies, but also emerged from within them.
After Tian Kai'an, workshop supervisor Old Cai also had his airway blocked by mushrooms growing in his throat. He died of suffocation with his mouth wide open.
Those who had not yet been infected by the mushrooms rushed toward the gates, pounding on them and crying out to be let out, but the gates remained completely unmoved.
In the shelter's control room, several administrators had already collapsed on the floor. Without exception, mushrooms had grown all over their bodies and inside their mouths as well.
The scene was coldly yet faithfully recorded by the surveillance camera in the corner.
It was soon reported to Xu Yanchuan.