Suihua City and Guancheng are very close to each other, and Guancheng is semi-circularly surrounded by Suihua City. The two cities stand by the sea. Before the end of the world, they were extremely prosperous port cities, gathering a large number of migrant workers.
What’s even more interesting is that the series of changes did not affect these two coastal cities.
Also located by the sea, Xinghai City has been submerged into a sea city by continuous tsunamis, while Suihua City and its sister city, Guancheng, are completely unscathed, as if they were protected by God.
Because what he got from his mother was a mushroom, Shen Lanzhou decided to go to Wancheng first.
As the sister city of Suihua City, Wancheng is not as well developed as its "sister". Instead, it feels like it has been sucked dry by its sister.
Due to the excessive concentration of high-tech industries in the sister city of Suihua, coupled with the mixed crowds of good and bad in coastal cities and the developed entertainment industry, the "service industry" (to be put in quotation marks) gradually became popular.
What is the Wancheng one-stop dragon...
The place is a mixed crowd, and the corruption and filth between people are a breeding ground for disease. Among them is a person who is the patient zero of a rare disease. He also suffers from multiple rare diseases but has not died from the disease.
After the red light doomsday broke out, various pathogenic microorganisms spread throughout the city at a terrifying speed, with Patient Zero as the core.
These tiny but powerful microorganisms parasitize humans, zombies, and mutant creatures. The decay, pus, and stench have become a beautiful landscape in this area, and Nurgle always speaks well of it when he sees it.
Until the arrival of the Fungus Master, the overbearing fungi integrated the chaos of rampant diseases. Countless giant mushrooms broke out of the ground, the fungal carpet covered the city made of steel and concrete, and psychedelic spores filled every inch of the air.
"Oh no! We're going to be late!"
The boy was awakened by the alarm clock. When he looked up, he found that he had not much time left because he had been sleeping for five minutes more each time.
He hurriedly changed into his uniform and rushed out of the room.
My parents sat in the living room, watching the news intently.
"Why didn't you call me?" the boy complained, picked up the bread on the table and ran to the entrance to change his shoes.
"Would it be any use if I called you? It's just five more minutes anyway, so I might as well let you sleep as much as you want. I specifically didn't let your mother come to wake you up, just to teach you a lesson."
The old father picked up the tea, took a sip, and stared at the TV screen intently.
The son next to him didn't reply for a long time. He turned his head and saw that the door was open and there was no one in the entrance.
"Hey! This barbecued pork!"
"Okay, my son's anxiety shows that he still has a sense of time. He can still be saved."
"I just don't want the teacher to meet my parents. How could I, as his father, not know what he's thinking?"
A gust of wind blew by, and the old father shivered, feeling a little cold. He put down the tea in his hand, slipped on his slippers and ran to close the door: "This little barbecued pork has a front hand but no back hand."
What a happy family, except that they are a little bit shabby.
Shen Lanzhou sighed as the old father walked out of the house before closing the door.
Tearing apart the cognitive filter brought by the psychedelic spores, the warmth before my eyes turned from a comfortable and warm modern minimalist home into a dilapidated, drafty, and mushroom-infested dangerous building.
It is not entirely true to say that it is a dangerous building. In the center of the building has grown a giant mushroom with a height of one hundred meters and thick stems. The fine and complex mycelium densely covers the gaps in the building, sticking the dangerous building tightly.
It's not just this building. Looking into the distance, giant mushrooms are growing in the centers of densely packed buildings.
Looking down, the ground without buildings is covered with a dark green fungal carpet like shimmering green grass.
Turning his head again, he passed through the hole and saw the loving and warm middle-aged couple. They were dressed in tattered clothes, and their exposed skin was covered with bright mushrooms like tumors. The white hyphae were interspersed in their flesh and blood, pulsating with their heartbeats.
These people, parasitized by mycelium and kept in captivity by fungi, have completely become mushroom people. It is most appropriate to call them xun (fourth tone) people.
The so-called hot tea in the cup is turbid rainwater with particles.
The so-called TV had long since run out of power, leaving only a blank black screen.
The so-called fresh hot breakfast is nothing more than a variety of colorful mushrooms.
Pedestrians crisscrossed the streets, each immersed in a comfortable and warm cognitive filter, with happy and peaceful smiles on their faces, and mushrooms on their bodies that were more colorful than flowers. As an outsider, Shen Lanzhou only felt it was extremely terrifying.
She walked out of the building and followed the mushroom boy who was riding a bicycle on the fungal carpet to take a quick look at this city ruled by fungi.
These mushroom people still follow their original life trajectory, immersed in the illusory world constructed by spores.
Shen Lanzhou even saw zombies with pale skin mixed in with the crowd. They were also parasitic on mushroom mycelium. Their faces showed the rationality unique to intelligent creatures, and they communicated with the people around them with rotten vocal cords.
Mushrooms... Mushrooms... Mushrooms everywhere! Mushroom men, mushroom zombies, mushroom dogs, mushroom cats...
It's terrible, really terrible.
I don’t know why my mother asked me to come here.
Soon, she followed the young mushroom man to a school that was also built of giant mushrooms.
Students walked into the campus to the melodious sound of bells, and their chattering was filled with the breath of youth.
Morning exercises have begun.
"Hey, Mr. Zhao, the school beauty from the next class is looking at you!"
A companion who was familiar with the young mushroom man put his arm around his shoulder and teased him.
In the real face behind the filter, one of the left eyes was squeezed out of the eye socket by the overly prosperous mycelium and was hanging on the cheek, about to fall off.
But the boy didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
"Stop it, how could I like me!" The young man called Mr. Zhao blushed and took away his friend's arm.
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