761. Antidote Research Progress

Eleanor had been tortured to the end before she died, and things were not much better for Piggy.

The Blood-Stealing Ritual once again left Piggy paralyzed on the bed, like a wax figure whose skeleton had been drawn out, with only her eyes still able to move.

Norris carried a bag of warm blood through the streets and alleys of the Fungal Fortress.

Dusk had already settled. Fluorescent Mushrooms lit up one by one along the roadside, their blue-green halos falling over the figures walking shoulder to shoulder.

A lizardman's tail brushed the hem of a human's clothes. A dwarf stood on tiptoe, arguing with a Half-Demon about something, while several Puji went puji-puji as they stepped past their feet. People of different races lived together harmoniously in the Fungal Fortress. The Fungal Fortress never discriminated against any intelligent life.

Watching this scene, Norris's pace slowed without him realizing it.

Boss's declaration about "justice" in the square last night was still echoing in his mind. Now, looking at these people, those words suddenly carried weight. That put Norris in a better mood too. After all, who would not hope that their side represented justice?

Norris hummed a little tune and arrived at his destination.

He pushed open the door. Louisa was slumped against the bed, her hair spread across the pillow. Seeing him enter, she weakly greeted him through the Mycelium Network.

"Sister Blood." Norris inserted a straw into the blood bag and held it to her lips.

Louisa closed her lips around the straw and slowly sipped.

Only after she had drunk half did Louisa turn her head and gesture toward the corner of the room with her chin.

"Feed some to that one over there too."

Norris followed her gaze.

"A statue?"

Norris carried the remaining half-bag of