Anzhe walked for a long time.

After many nights and days, the distance he moved on the map was only as wide as a human fingernail, but he was still a whole finger long from the northern base. Without human transportation, he didn't know how long it would take to get there.

Finally, he smelled the damp and dark breath gradually disappearing, and felt the soil under his feet finally becoming harder and harder.

In the evening, the sun sank like a deep red eye, and the black mountains in the distance received it like eyelids. The sunlight gradually disappeared, and the dusk and the aurora floated up together. Anzhe tried to recognize the handwriting and symbols on the map.

The dry river that I just walked past is the boundary of the "Abyss". Behind this boundary is a place called "Plain No. 2". Plain No. 2 has a three-star danger level and a two-star pollution level. It is inhabited by large arthropod monsters and gnawing animals, and is full of mushrooms and ordinary low shrubs.

Indeed, the undulating terrain in the Abyss, the rift valleys everywhere, and the shadows of tall trees entangled in the middle of the night, can all be seen here. This place has a wide field of vision and a panoramic view of the scene - flat and endless twilight.

But Anzhe felt safe.

The dry air in the No. 2 Plains seemed unsuitable for mushrooms to survive. They could only recover their bodies in human ways, such as sleeping, until they found soil to absorb nutrients.

So they walked for a long time and finally found a slightly sunken ground with scattered green and yellow grass. They sat down with their knees hugged and found a suitable posture to curl up.

A mushroom spends most of its life sleeping, but this is the first time it has fallen asleep in a human posture.

The sleep of mushrooms is to stay quietly in one place and wait for time to pass, but the sleep of humans seems to be the same. After closing my eyes for a long time, the endless darkness came over me like a tide, and my body became lighter, or I seemed to be losing my body.

I don't know when the sound of the howling wind rang in my ears - the sound of the wind in the wilderness, my favorite thing before.

But the sound of the wind is meaningless now, and it lost its own spores - when it rolled in the wilderness it loved. The sound of the wind echoed with human voices. I remembered those syllables too clearly, and could only recall a small part of them. Even if I switched to human language, I could only remember fragments of words that could not be pieced together.

"Very... strange, very..."

"... what?"

"Take... a sample... here."

The next moment, an indescribable pain radiated to all parts of my body. The feeling was light, but deep. A void appeared in my consciousness that could never be filled. I knew that I had lost the most important thing since then.

——Fear spread throughout my body in an instant. From then on, I began to be afraid of the sound of the wind and lived in a cave.

The intestines were beating, and a fear suddenly came over him - the fear of losing the spores.

Anzhe opened his eyes suddenly, and immediately realized that he was dreaming, and only humans would dream. The next moment, his breathing stopped completely.

He knew the source of the fear - a black creature stood in front of him.

Two blood-red compound eyes glowed dimly. Anzhe tensed up and looked down. It was huge - as long as a human, and three pairs of thin and sharp sickle-shaped forelimbs flashed with a cold color like moonlight.

After realizing what this thing was, my body trembled, a distant feeling, coming from the fear of my first ancestor tens of millions of years ago - mushrooms will die from the bites of a group of termites.

The beasts in the "Abyss" might pay a little attention to mushrooms, but the arthropod monsters in the Second Plains would consider mushrooms a rare delicacy.

As soon as this thought came to mind, An Zhe subconsciously rolled to the side!

There was a dull sound, and even the ground shook. The sharp forelimbs of the arthropod monster suddenly stabbed into the soil beside him - that was the ground where he had just been lying.

An Zhe quickly grabbed his backpack, turned over and climbed up, running towards the bushes in the distance, and the dense footsteps of the arthropod monsters echoed in his ears. When the sound became a little quieter, Anzhe looked back. Under the aurora, he finally saw the whole thing clearly - a giant black monster, like an ant magnified thousands of times.

Fortunately, the body of this thing seemed too heavy, and humans could run faster than it, so it only ran into the bushes in front -

and fell.

In this instant, he was already enveloped by the shadow cast by the monster. Amid the sharp sound of the wind, the forelimbs of the thing chopped towards his arm.

Anzhe's sleeves were suddenly empty, and the fabric drooped down, and it didn't chop anything.

This seemed to be beyond the monster's expectations, and it paused.

At the same time, the hyphae re-extended and grew in Anzhe's sleeves, forming a complete human arm again. He

rolled down and barely avoided the monster's next attack, then used his arms to support the ground and threw himself into the low bushes. Two thick bushes blocked his body.

But this was enough to keep him from the monster's eyes. Anzhe took a few quick breaths, and his body began to change at this moment. The outlines of his arms, fingers and other limbs were all ethereal, and something was surging underneath, turning in the direction of the hyphae, preparing for a more flexible way to escape.

At this moment——

"Bang!"

A white light flashed through the air, hitting the joint between the monster's head and abdomen like a meteor.

After a dull collision, the white light exploded silently, mixed with red flames.

Anzhe was lying in the bushes, watching the huge thing break in two and fall to the ground with a bang.

The leaves of the bushes were shaken and fell on Anzhe. The monster's head fell half a meter away from him, and its blood-red compound eyes were still looking in his direction.

An Zhe had seen creatures in the "Abyss" that were cut into three pieces, but each piece was still able to move. He was about to get up and move away from this thing, when he suddenly heard a sound in the distance.

"The last uranium bullet has been fired. After picking up the corpses, we will return to the base." A man's voice was very thick.

"Arthropod shells are cheap. I didn't expect to pick up a handful in the end." Another man's voice was sharper than the previous one.

After a brief conversation, they stopped talking and footsteps came over. It was the sound of thick-soled leather boots stepping on the sand, mixed with the sound of rustling friction.