Chen Yao's breath condensed into frost flowers in the ventilation duct, and she suddenly blew a whistle-like vibrato toward the mycelium network.
In the image refracted by ice crystals, the snowmobiles of the second echelon of Qi's forces were drifting strangely - the black crude oil stuck to the chassis of the vehicles had solidified into spikes at some point.
"Why don't you show me the real antidote?" Mou Xuan suddenly tore open the tactical suit on his left arm, and the hyphae crawled under his skin into blood vessel patterns.
When the first drop of crystal blue liquid fell from the fingertips, fluorescent moss suddenly grew on the ice under the negotiation table. These plants, which should have become extinct in the second year of the apocalypse, were frantically devouring the crystallized spores in the air.
Leader Qi suddenly overturned the negotiation table, and the frozen self-destruct button exploded into powder in his palm.
The mycelial network emitted high-frequency vibrations, and the blood flow rate in everyone's body suddenly slowed down by three times.
When Zheng Moushi tried to use his back molars to initiate emergency communications, he found that his salivary glands had been frozen into lumps of ice by the mycelium.
"Your people should have received the gift from the sewage pipe by now." Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly drilled into the ventilation system, and a shocking picture appeared on the ice crystal screen - the supply convoy of Qi forces hidden twenty kilometers away was now being frozen into amber specimens by the backflow of black crude oil.
Chen Yao's ice arrow suddenly exploded near Chief Qi's ear, and the flying ice chips formed a real-time monitoring of the refinery's sewage outlet.
In the picture, thirty scouts disguised as scavengers are running wildly on the ice field, being chased by an oil pipeline controlled by mycelium. The snow behind them suddenly cracks open into a black vortex that swallows everything.
Representative Tao suddenly slapped the electronic agreement on the frozen mycelium desktop: "Why don't we use the two hundred tons of diesel you have hidden in the B3 ice cave..." He deliberately made the terms of the agreement flash a blood-red warning, "How about we help you clean up these naughty little tails?"
There was a sudden crisp sound of ice breaking in the ventilation duct, and Chen Yao's mycelium network flashed blue light three times on the wall.
Mou Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the melting ice ridges on the ceiling. On the distant horizon reflected there, there was faint snow dust rising in unnatural waves under the moonlight.
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