Zheng Gaoya felt his pupils gradually becoming blurred, and everything seemed to be constantly switching between reality and illusion.

The reality of this moment will dissipate like bubbles in the next moment, and after dissipating, some of the previous phantoms will gradually become entities.

Only the outsider in front of him is extremely real from any perspective, like a wedge anchored between reality and illusion.

He sighed slowly, as if he finally understood his current situation.

"Take us back, take us back..."

He savored the words, as if trying to interpret a thousand meanings from them.

After a long while, he looked at Lin Qingliu, and a gleam of light gathered in his cloudy eyes again:

"Are we hopeless?"

Lin Qingliu was silent for a moment and chose to tell the truth:

"You have been deeply parasitized by the mycelium outside the city, which is controlling you while also maintaining your life.

"I can help you get rid of this state, but the price is that you will die."

"So that's how it is."

Zheng Gaoya's tone suddenly became a little excited, as if he had finally found the answer to the puzzle.

“With every step we took, I had an uncanny sense of déjà vu, as if I had walked this path in a dream.

“Every movement, every mark, every day’s adventure seemed to have been experienced countless times in a dream.

"I can see the fatigue in everyone's eyes, but I still don't want to believe the facts. Maybe my ability to think has been taken away a long time ago...

“Now that things have come to this, I’ll trouble you.

“You don’t need to bring anything else, just take our nameplate back.

"I can't seem to tell them apart anymore. I hope the nameplate is still on us. If not, forget it. Don't bother."

As disguise and filters faded away, Zheng Gaoya gradually felt the real physical sensations.

The dead nerves no longer sent back any information, and he began to feel his body becoming weak and stiff, as if he was turning into a corpse in a very short time.

Lin Qingliu tapped his finger lightly on Zheng Gaoya's forehead, accelerating the death of the mycelium in his body while reducing the remaining pain.

"Will you tell them the truth?"

Zheng Gaoya suddenly asked.

Lin Qingliu nodded and said affirmatively:

"Yes, everyone has the right to know the truth, and I will provide end-of-life care for everyone."

His head drooped limply like a fruit hanging from a slender branch, but he still nodded vigorously twice:

"That's good.

"Can you let me see...see what I have become?"

Lin Qingliu did not respond, but he felt inevitably conflicted in his heart.

He sighed imperceptibly and reached out to wipe Zheng Gaoya's eyes.

The milky white bacterial film quickly died and turned into ashes, and the already scattered pupils condensed again.

Zheng Gaoya looked around and saw the non-existent campfire, the ragged and bruised team members, the tools and food that no longer existed, the deep wound on his arm that could be seen to the bone, and the only unchanged person, Lin Qingliu.

At this moment, there is only reality.

“Ah, ah.”

The corrupt throat uttered the last two syllables, the last ray of life in his eyes disappeared, and his head never raised again.

In silent silence, Lin Qingliu put him next to the sleeping bag, took off the nameplate with identity information from his body and put it in his pocket, then walked towards the next super-powered person.

Hospice care is a job that can easily cause depression. After all, Dr. Lin is not a heartless person, and he feels a little sad after caring for several people in a row.

After discovering the truth about the world and the fact that they had been deceived, people had different reactions.

Some, like Zheng Gaoya, accepted it calmly, some found it hard to accept like "Ray" and "Ganfeng", and there were also newcomers like "Tracing the Source", who had never experienced a real test of life and death and had a complete emotional breakdown.

Even though their muscles and tendons had decayed and their tear glands had long since become completely dysfunctional, they still left their final traces in this world in their own way.

Whether it was resistance or collapse, Lin Qingliu, who was in hospice care, showed his almost infinite patience, allowing everyone to finally remember the fact that they were human beings.

Lin Qingliu did not morally blackmail anyone, and he would not be disappointed or kill them if they wanted to continue living in this state.

The final result was not beyond his expectations. All the super-powered people chose to leave with dignity.

As dawn approached, he already had four nameplates in his hand.

The bodies of the four people had been quickly withered and turned into ashes by him. Rather than letting them slowly rot in the deserted forest, Lin Qingliu would rather erase all traces of their existence himself.

In front of him, the only person left was the short "Extraction" lady lying on the innermost side.

Lin Qingliu walked up quietly and leaned over to look at the super-powered person who was still in a deep sleep.

The next second, Extraction's eyes suddenly opened, and there was no trace of fatigue in his cloudy pupils.

"Who are you?"

Lin Qingliu was neither surprised nor interested in answering. He just silently took off the nameplate belonging to the superpower extraction and the Zhang Tong nameplate that was hung on the button on the corner of the other party's clothes and might be lost in the next cycle.

"Don't move, I want to take these things away."

The commanding tone was unquestionably cold. He and Extraction looked into each other's eyes. There was no longer the patience and gentleness in his eyes, but an undisguised murderous intent.

The extracted eyes began to change little by little, and the milky white translucent bacterial film rapidly proliferated until it completely covered the original pupils.

Mycelium grew out of the dense scars on her body and began to heal the damaged parts of her flesh, as if something wanted to be reborn through this body.

Copying pseudo-people and occupying bodies, Lin Qingliu was no stranger to the tricks of the mycelium's will. He stretched out his hand and pressed on the top of the human body's head, and began to cause it to wither without leaving any room for death.

The power that mycelium can exert on the human body is limited, and its growth rate cannot keep up with the speed at which the vitality is absorbed.

Soon, as the dried humanoid object turned into ashes, the super-powered "Extraction" gained final peace.

"You are very angry."

The sound of wind, insects chirping, and leaves rustling together make up this sentence, coming from every direction around, making it impossible to identify the source.

"Why?"

Lin Qingliu still had a cold face and did not give any response.

The rustling sound of a huge number of insects crawling became louder and louder. Lin Qingliu floated in the air to avoid these disgusting things from getting too close.

Amid the crawling and squeezing sounds of the insect swarm, Lin Qingliu slowly turned his body.

A humanoid creature made of living insects and mycelium stood two meters in front of him.

This humanoid creature does not have any facial features, or rather, there is no such thing as a face.

A crack appeared in the mouth of the humanoid creature, and the sounds of various insects came out, mixed into a human language:

"haven't seen you for a long time."