Jiang Yue hadn't expected much from the food to begin with, and it was indeed far from satisfactory. It was barely enough to fill their stomachs.
That night, Jiang Yue and the other two spent the night in the house they had chosen. In this desolate wilderness, the few houses seemed especially bleak and tiny. Strange howls and insect chirps could always be heard nearby, along with occasional inexplicable wails, like ghosts crying.
But the three of them had already witnessed the strange invasion of the Surface World, so they weren't too affected. They made sure the house was well defended, then went to sleep as usual.
At the far end, however, the six Mushroom People who had ostensibly split into three groups and settled in three separate houses had gathered together.
They didn't light a lamp, as if they didn't want to alert anyone else.
This remote medicinal garden was at least a dozen miles from the estate, and even farther from town. Aside from the Mushroom People, there was hardly anyone else around.
There was no doubt about it: the people they didn't want to alert were Jiang Yue and the other two.
At that moment, the six Mushroom People huddled around a table, speaking in hushed voices.
The Mushroom Person called Qing Zhe, their leader, said, "Xiao Qi, go outside and take another look."
A slender but exceptionally nimble Mushroom Person rose at once and tiptoed outside. He looked around again, making sure nothing was amiss, then returned.
That was why we'd kept trying to use our shared kinship to get close to Jiang Yue and the others, make small talk, and build a relationship.
"What do you all think you're doing? You complain and make snide remarks over every little thing. What, are you blaming me