Han Mo's Cultivation Chronicle (II)
Han Mo carried a basket on his back. The inside of the water bottle was covered with a layer of black stains. It wasn't that it couldn't be cleaned, but it was to prevent others from seeing the harvest. You can't be too careful. People who have struggled in the apocalypse for ten years don't understand this. Their graves are probably overgrown with weeds by now.
Ten meters tall is not a joke, but a fact. After the Twisted Storm, the growth patterns of these plants are all messed up and twisted. The same plant can grow into something unrecognizable if its growing environment is changed.
This ten-meter-tall grass has stalks at the bottom and large leaves on top, somewhat similar to the lotus leaves of the past, but it is purplish-black in color and grows on land. It is a high-level infected plant, and only those Correctors can eat it. It is said that the young plants taste quite good, but there are too many of them to be worth picking.
Han Mo's target was the symbiotic fungi of these ten-meter-tall grasses, which he named Purple Forest. It was a low-infection food that grew quickly, but it was also very sought after, and whether or not one could harvest it depended entirely on luck.
Han Mo walked carefully through the Purple Forest. The leaves of the Purple Forest blocked out the sun, with only a few gaps allowing light to filter through, making the environment less eerie. He carefully searched for the roots of the Purple Forest while discreetly concealing his presence.
This is a necessary measure if you want to survive; otherwise, your daily harvest may be stolen by others, or you may even become someone else's food.
Han Mo held a thin bamboo tube with fine spikes inside, like a blowgun. If a human was pricked by the spikes, the poison on it would instantly paralyze them. The poison was derived from some unnamed amphibian.
This bamboo tube was obviously not for defense against twisted creatures. When humans encounter twisted creatures, it's best to run away. He used this blowgun for two reasons: first, to protect himself from being robbed without any defense, and second, to rob others.
There is no such thing as justice or evil; everyone is just trying to survive. In peacetime, it's a world where people eat each other, and in the apocalypse, it's just that the disguise has been torn off.
Han Mo's expression shifted slightly. He tightened his purple clothes, grabbed a Purple Forest nearby, and climbed up in a few quick movements. He then curled up at the junction of the leaves and stems, making it impossible to see him unless you looked closely.
With a thin bamboo tube in his mouth, Han Mo fixed his eyes on a patch of soil, trying to use his peripheral vision to observe the creature approaching. Humans are incredibly adaptable. Someone who has lived in the apocalypse for ten years, especially someone like them who has been on the verge of life and death, will have a certain level of perception. If you stare directly at someone, they will most likely sense it.
Not to mention the existence of Secondary Infected, whose sensory abilities surpass those of ordinary humans. Han Mo needs to determine whether a target is worth taking action against, but this target is somewhat strange.
Dressed in a loose black robe, with a mask covering his face and black-rimmed glasses, he walked through the Purple Forest without the slightest suspicion, as if he were there for sightseeing, appearing extremely carefree.
"Something's fishy." After making this judgment, Han Mo withdrew his gaze and continued to hide. It's best to avoid such strange targets if possible; An'an missing them is the best outcome.
In fact, Han Mo had also used this tactic before. After sensing danger, he pretended to be relaxed, humming a song as he left the danger zone, misleading the enemy and making them afraid to gamble. I heard that this was some kind of empty city strategy.
Anyway, that was the time to test his acting skills. If he revealed any flaws, the other side would definitely not mind turning this fake empty city into a vacuum city. However, Han Mo really didn't dare to make a move against the person below. His senses were also reminding him that once he made a move, something bad would definitely happen.
But then the person stopped. Leaning against a Purple Forest, he took out a drink cup and drank some unknown beverage through a straw. Han Mo curled up in the Purple Forest, not daring to move or even breathe heavily. He felt that the person below must have discovered him, otherwise why would they have stopped here by chance? There are no coincidences in this world.
Lu Li drank the blood in the quilt in one gulp. The blood contained a large amount of twisting power. The Appendix Spirit Root was functioning normally, and after the blood was swallowed, the twisting power in it was absorbed by the appendix.
Lu Li placed the bottle aside and glanced up, causing Han Mo's heart to tighten instantly, as if he were being watched by something extremely dangerous. By the time Han Mo came to his senses, the person below had vanished without a trace.
Even with his hands and feet numb, Han Mo stayed on the Purple Forest for a long time before landing. The first thing he saw was the bottle that Lu Li had placed there. The bottle seemed to have a special magic that made people want to hold it in their hands.
Han Mo's reason was screaming, but his body, still succumbing to temptation, grabbed the cup. Instantly, a sense of peace rose within him, making Han Mo feel as if he had returned to the warm home before the Great Cataclysm.
Han Mo's attention was drawn to the straw on the cup. It was a young Purple Forest plant. The hollow center of the Purple Forest plant was fine as a straw, but what was problematic was that this young Purple Forest plant was completely free of any twisting or infection, making it perfectly edible.
"Perhaps he is a Correctors who absorbed all the twisted power in the Purple Forest?" With this thought swirling in his mind, Han Mo, almost without thinking, put the seemingly ordinary beverage cup into his basket.
Disinterested, Han Mo wandered around the Purple Forest for a while, picked a couple of symbiotic fungi, and immediately headed back. However, he hesitated for a moment, plucked a young Purple Forest plant, threw it back into his basket, and hurriedly returned to the city.
Back at his hideout, Han Mo checked to see if anyone had been inside and if anyone was watching him. Then he tossed the two symbiotic bacteria into a black pot, added some water, and prepared to make a soup—his daily meal.
Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then took out the beverage cup and the young Purple Forest sapling that had been used as a straw again, and examined them carefully. There was indeed no twisting power on them, even less than that of low-infection food, almost no twisting power infection at all.
He then took out a young plant he had collected. The twisted power on it was terrifyingly concentrated. Han Mo was certain that if he ate this young plant, he would undergo an immediate qualitative change and explode on the spot.
He picked up the cup and examined it closely, then sniffed it. It was filled with the smell of blood. Was the person who drank it drinking fresh blood? Han Mo thought for a moment and silently filled the cup with water, then put the young Purple Forest saplings he had picked into it.
Looking at the unchanged sapling, Han Mo smiled bitterly at himself, realizing he had lost his mind. That person must be a Correctors, and he was just playing with him before. After figuring this out, Han Mo finished his mushroom soup, set up warning devices and traps around the area, and then went to sleep wrapped in a tattered quilt.
In the dream, something seemed to be conveying something, and the beverage cup on the table was slowly taking effect.
There should be four updates today, with two more tonight.