El recognized Ji Yongxing's voice. Facing the barrage of questions, he chose to answer the one that mattered most:

"Except for me and another superpowered person, everyone else in the gang has developed symptoms to varying degrees. The main symptoms are: auditory and visual hallucinations, numbness and coldness in hands and feet, limbs that are out of control, and..."

There was a series of indecent loud noises coming from the public restroom that El was passing through.

"And severe diarrhea and convulsions."

While Ji Yongxing was sighing in his heart that the other party's cultural level had improved slightly and that his choice of words and sentences showed some professionalism, he made an appointment with the other party to meet at a place.

If he guessed correctly, El's men must have been affected by the mycelium and became like this.

It is still unknown what will happen next. As members of a mysterious organization that knows each other well, it is best for them to stay together in the outer city area where problems may arise at any time.

On the other side of the outer city, in a psychological clinic.

Lin Qingliu looked at the patient lying on the examination bed and skillfully activated his chaotic dream ability to find out what was going on in the other person's dream.

The patient knocked on his door early this morning and said that there was a voice muttering in his head all night.

The man didn't manage to fall asleep the whole night. He was worried that he would be exhausted to death if he went to work while sick, so he simply took a day off and came here to see the doctor.

Seeing that the other party's mind was almost broken and his condition was on the verge of limit, Lin Qingliu took him into the treatment room without saying a word.

After briefly comforting him, Lin Qingliu took advantage of the opportunity when the other party closed his eyes and struck him on the back of the head with a knife through the bed.

The strength is just right, it's confusing but not brain-damaging.

The man fell into a deep sleep, and Lin Qingliu naturally entered his dream.

It was a not very spacious house, in which two adults and two children were having breakfast.

Lin Qingliu slightly influenced the dream, causing the target's three family members to disappear, and he himself sat across the dining table as his family members and ate the nutritional paste together.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in the room, as strange and eerie as the bell ringing suddenly in a classroom.

Lin Qingliu looked up and found no source of the sound, or rather, every point on the wall was the source of the sound.

The voice spoke a language he didn't understand, and the man across the table held his head in agony.

Although I couldn't understand it, the voice sounded like a speech, or like giving orders, and it would become passionate from time to time.

Lin Qingliu felt that the situation was a bit tricky, because it seemed that the problem was not with the patient's psychology, but with his body.

This is not within the scope of his treatment.

With this thought in mind, Lin Qingliu woke up from the dream.

Looking at the patient affected by the strange voice, Lin Qingliu suddenly recalled another memory.

That was Fran's experience before she became his cat.

Could it be...

He quickly activated his natural science ability and used his enhanced vision to search the other person's entire body for that familiar feeling.

The patient's whole body seemed to be in good condition, but when Lin Qingliu scanned his brain, he found a long hyphae entwined on the surface of the man's brain.

Although his body was already very strong, the chill brought by this moment still made Lin Qingliu instinctively take a step back.

After some brief thought, Lin Qingliu decided to try to help the man like he helped Fran before things got to the worst possible point.

After all, my own chive seedlings are now at certain risk of infection, and the number of people in the outer urban areas who have been affected may be as high as tens of thousands.

After unlocking the ability of the third path, Lin Qingliu quickly found that familiar feeling.

All the matter in the world became layers of stacking in his perception, and he could freely control what any part of his body passed through, what to take away, and what to block.

Soon, a small ball of mycelium, only as big as a fingernail, was taken out from the man's head.

He woke up quickly, shook his head and looked at Lin Qingliu gratefully:

"A miracle doctor!"

Lin Qingliu laughed awkwardly twice and silently crushed the still struggling mycelium to death.

"The treatment costs one hundred."

The man took out the money very readily and then prepared to leave.

Lin Qingliu thought for a moment and asked:

"Now there is a high-end service package that is good for both physical and mental health. It only costs two thousand yuan. Do you want to try it?"

The man turned around and said with a smile:

"Doctor, let's talk about it next time. If I go to work now, I will only be deducted half a day's salary."

Lin Qingliu didn't say anything else. After seeing the man off, he sat back in his seat and began to think about what would happen next.

After standing there and pacing for a few steps, he came to the window and looked outside.

Today the outer city area is still as quiet and peaceful as ever, but it seems that some terrible storm is brewing.

Lin Qingliu quietly turned back the sign that said "Open for Business", changed into clothes of his other identity on the second floor, and disappeared into the crowd on the street.

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"Dude, are you hungry?"

A guard who was responsible for watching over the mad man looked at his companion.

"It seems a little bit, what's going on?"

"I don't know. We clearly had it this morning."

"...How about eating a little more? Aren't patients supposed to need more nutrition? Look, both of our feet were injured in the previous battle."

"hiss."

The man who first asked the question hesitated.

It's no wonder that he was so conflicted. The truth is that Ashes is an organization with a relatively small territory and doesn't have any rooms for detention.

The room behind them that serves as a temporary cell is the storage room for the nutritional paste they usually consume.

The spoils of war that the small group had seized two days ago and the food rations for the following period of time were now quietly placed inside.

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other. Since the man's hands and feet were tied up anyway, they might as well go in and eat a little.

What they didn't notice was that there were already dots of scarlet in their eyes.

The two men opened the door behind them, and the scene before them shocked them on the spot.

The madman, who was originally tied up hands and feet, was now feasting on piles of nutritional paste in an extremely wasteful way.

He was seen tearing open the package with his obviously sick right hand, pouring the contents directly into his mouth and swallowing it, as if he had forgotten the step called chewing.

Then, after obvious movements appeared in his abdomen, he vomited out the nutrient paste mixed with gastric juice.

However, even such a disgusting scene seemed to have completely eliminated the impact on the two of them.

The two guards seemed to be accustomed to everything in front of them, and something was rapidly moving through their bodies.

After a few seconds, the two looked at each other.

This time, they both saw the scarlet in each other's eyes.