It looked very much like a human head.
Brown bristles grew on it, looking like a ghostly face.
In fact, the thing was only the size of a basketball.
But when all its branches spread out, they covered an area nearly a hundred meters across.
Those ghost hands grew at the ends of its branches.
At that moment, the ghost hands were swaying mindlessly, like an octopus's tentacles.
Cao Xianming was holding the iPad that loved listening to Dog-Blood Romance Story, snapping pictures of the Ghost Hand Mushroom as he exclaimed:
"That's right! This is exactly what it looks like!"
He pulled up the photograph of a Ghost Hand Mushroom from the Sky Base database.
That one was also the size of a human head, with bristles forming what looked like a face. It had only three branches, with three ghost hands growing on them.
Nothing like the one before them...
Counting them carefully, there were nearly a thousand ghost hands.
Yang Yong crouched beside the pit, muttering to Cao Xianming:
"Old Cao, Old Cao, are you sure this thing is really edible?"
"Positive."
Cao Xianming gave a definite answer, his voice firm:
"This information has been accumulated by the Sky Base from before the apocalypse right up until now."
"It says that as long as you cook this kind of Ghost Hand Mushroom thoroughly, then leave it for a day to remove its toxins, you can eat it."
"It's crunchy, just like cooked Chinese yam."
"You're sure?"
Yang Yong was still a little doubtful.
Looking at the Ghost Hand Mushroom's ghostly face, and the ghost hands swaying mindlessly atop that ghost-faced head, he really couldn't imagine how anyone could bring themselves to eat it.
The damn thing looked sinister no matter how he looked at it.
The longer he