So many poisonous mushrooms, and you're blind or what?
The Witch outside the door couldn't resist the urge to grab the guy by the collar and give him a furious tongue-lashing.
Diannan Province was known as the land of the finest wild delicacies, but no natural disaster or human calamity compared to the poisonous mushroom menace. The mountains were covered in delicious mushrooms, yet even seasoned foodies often made fatal mistakes.
The poisonous mushrooms crept closer inch by inch. They were toxic in their own right, and could also release even deadlier spores. Nearly a hundred varieties of brightly colored poisonous mushrooms filled the view.
Beneath the tiny parasol caps that rapidly matured, smoke rose without any fire. Fumes of various colors gathered and intertwined, forming a bizarre hue.
The spores could cause hallucinations, drowsiness, allergies, and respiratory problems. They could also take root and sprout inside a person, stealing their nutrients.
Imagine spores finer than dust particles burrowing into your pores, then countless fungal threads erupting beneath your skin and growing into enormous fruiting bodies. In an instant, you'd be unrecognizable, dead on the spot, your insides taken over by countless fungal threads—with no chance of rescue. You'd be like a human-shaped cordyceps.
Throughout their growth, mushrooms not only needed no photosynthesis, but also consumed large amounts of oxygen and released carbon dioxide. The filthy water, soaked with countless spores, strongly stimulated their growth.
"Watch out for the spore clouds. Don't let them touch you. Break a window—we're getting out of here!"
Seeing the mushrooms enter maturity in droves and scatter their spores, Zhao Ziwu's expression changed dramatically. He knew how dangerous they were. He flung out several paper talismans one after another, but the ash from their spontaneous combustion couldn't stop the filthy water from flooding in or