Chapter 176 Jingyuan and Authority (2)

Jingyuan felt that these inferences should be correct. If he really had some kind of authority, the map that only he could see must be the expression of this authority.

But he didn't know why he had this authority and where it came from.

Thinking about this problem seems to be fruitless. He only has ten minutes left. His legs are smashed and he has lost one right arm. Once the countdown ends, those monsters will find him like hyenas that smell blood.

position and rushed towards him.

Just like the black ghost wrote on the wall, he was going to die.

He was lying in the sewer. It was a narrow and quiet place. The rainwater flowed into the pipes along the drainage system, gathered together, and was discharged outward.

For ten minutes, he couldn't even stand up again. It seemed that he could only wait for death. Instead of thinking about those meaningless questions, it would be better to think about what last words to leave.

So what kind of last words should you leave behind?

He couldn't think of it because he didn't want to die yet.

Is there really no life left at all? I always feel that this shouldn’t be the case.

Maybe he is also a little paranoid in some aspects. As the saying goes, he won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. When playing games, he has to see his own crystal explode to realize that he has really lost.

This body has both disadvantages and advantages. The disadvantage is that he can easily lose himself and lose human emotions. The advantage is that he can usually think rationally and will not be disturbed by unnecessary emotions.

He has no power to resist now. Even if he is just a monster, he will die miserably.

But the mold in the sewer and the bacterial flora of the mutant body seem to be very different.

The black ghost disappeared, and only the kerosene lamp "he" left behind was still burning, indicating that "he" had been here before, and that it was not the mirage Jingyuan saw before he died.

He knew that he had been exposed to the sight of the fungus owner and had nowhere to hide. Those monsters had probably stretched out their sharp claws all over the city to pry open manhole covers. They were tall and thin and crawled forward on all fours, even in narrow places.

There will be no obstacles when moving in the sewer.

He had only seen one infected person with human-level intelligence, and that was Xiao Yun'er.

Jingyuan quickly understood that these fungi could not be used, and their greatest role should be to provide information and create a "sensory network".

Can a group of beasts use tactics? Impossible. It is the will behind them that uses tactics.

That is the fungus owner. The fungus owner has a very high IQ, perhaps higher than humans.

But the crystal hasn't exploded yet, and he doesn't want to press the surrender button yet.

Time passed in silence, and the form of the black ghost gradually became unstable. Just like last time, "he" began to melt again, unable to maintain his human form, and transformed into a chaotic slime form.

Molds in sewers are not plastic. They are like foam, a soft ball that can squirm but cannot solidify together, let alone harden.

But when he was hiding around during that time, the mutants chasing him showed intelligence that was completely inconsistent with what they had seen before. They even used siege tactics and feigned attacks.

He is still looking for the one that can survive among ten thousand possibilities.

Is there no chance of survival at all?

He was wondering if these molds in the sewers could be used. Absorbing the flora could restore injuries and increase strength. That was "evolution".

As a result, even the chance to leave a last message was lost. Ten minutes passed quickly, and the black ghost completely melted. The bacterial flora that treated Jingyuan collapsed and turned into unconscious bacterial fluid. Most of these bacterial fluids were water, and there was no trace of them.

Of no use value.

The waiting process was always extremely painful, but his heart was very peaceful.

This process will not take too long, maybe within a few minutes, or at most half an hour, a monster will find him.

After understanding this, he looked at Brother Ghost, hoping that "he" could provide some more help.

When "he" completely collapses, this narrow sewer will no longer be safe.

Perhaps it is because these molds are not bred from living organisms. They grow underground and can reproduce even without relying on living organisms, more like ordinary plants.

He has seen many mutants, including mutant pythons, mutant cows, ghouls, mutant dogs, and goldfish-eyed monsters at gas stations.

These mutants all have a certain amount of intelligence, but it is very basic, just beast-like intelligence, and can never be compared with humans.

He closed his eyes but still didn't give up or stop thinking.

He looked back on the days when he was fleeing and escaping, and on every day he experienced in this city.

If it were anyone else, by this time, they would have probably given up completely, perhaps saying a few last words, grumbling a bit and then waiting to die.

So the fungus owner with such a high IQ pursues him so hard and wants to kill him. Is the permission he wants to take away just the permission to see the map?

The fungus owner itself can read the map. No matter where Jingyuan goes, it seems to be able to find him through the mycelium network. From the actual situation, its ability to "read maps" is far stronger than Jingyuan, at least

Jingyuan could not find the location of the fungus owner through that simple map.

The tranquility is about to end, and what follows is a roaring storm. Jingyuan will be involved in the violent storm again, but this time, he can no longer escape from the center of the whirlpool, and is wrapped in the tornado.

The blade, the blade will grind him into pieces.

The city's sewer system extends in all directions. As long as you drill into a manhole cover, you can follow the pipes to his location.

But no new words appeared on the wall. "He" was still by Jingyuan's side. In the remaining ten minutes, "he" was still trying to treat Jingyuan's injuries with bacterial liquid, but the injuries were so severe that the bones were shattered.

Unless Wolverine comes, it will never be cured within ten minutes.

No, there's something wrong

He noticed something was very wrong, something very abnormal.

If it were him, he would never spend so much effort just for a mere permission to see the map.

He is still searching for those strange places in his memory, just tonight, before it rains tonight!

He arrived near the hospital, and the mutants were hesitant. They didn't even dare to approach the hospital, as if they were afraid of something.

What are they afraid of? Afraid of that guy like a river of blood?

But why be afraid?

Because, those are not their companions!

Jingyuan felt that the bacteria naturally growing in the sewer enveloped him. He completely let go and allowed the fungi to invade his wounds and body.

His nerves were connected to the huge mycelium network underground. The map and simulated system were no longer important. He felt a stronger heartbeat in the darkness, which was the sound of war drums beating!

This is his true authority! Those throbbing heartbeats are waiting for his orders!
Chapter completed!