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Chapter 172: Bacteria

"Everyone wake up!" Kraft caught up with Martin, yelled at the unusually excited or low-pitched crowd around the bonfire, and pulled up those who were bowing their heads and hugging their knees.

It is no longer easy to judge whether this is a natural emotional expression, a change after being influenced, or both. When awakened, they are somewhat confused and distracted.

When the situation was urgent, Kraft did not hesitate to use the family's battlefield first aid skills. The traditional and effective physical stimulation of facial nerve endings quickly regained the consciousness of the unconscious person, whether he was feeling sad or happy or curled up with his knees.

, all returned to reality after two slaps.

He grabbed the attendant who had just been pulled up, raised a finger to observe the convergence reflection and follow-up movement of the other person's eyes, "Did you see anything? A big light spot, or a double image?"

"I seem to be a little dazzled." The servant freed one of the hands covering his face to rub his eyes. It seemed that his vision was not greatly affected.

"You, and you?" Kraft asked each one one by one, and the answers he received were generally "dazzled" and "glare". No one had seen those solitary visions that were very real and integrated with the scene like him.

However, after a strong emotional outburst or depression, they feel mentally exhausted and realize that they have been too immersed in emotions just now, making it difficult to maintain their energy.

Those feelings are inflated, extreme, and overwhelming, making those who have been tested by the battle array unable to control themselves. Not only are they catalyzed by the panic caused by the attack by extraordinary things, but they are also in a state of being intoxicated and letting their consciousness run wild.

In addition, there are faint spots of light floating in front of my eyes, as if I am in a dream, and my words have a psychedelic lightness.

Barrow took off his helmet, shook his compacted hair away slightly irritably, retched twice, and said uncertainly: "To be honest, I feel... a little crowded?"

Looking at the vast camp that was mostly demolished, he shrank his shoulders and gave up the action because his armpits got stuck.

"I know it's weird, but really, it feels like it's been filled in."

This statement received many echoes, and several people who had just shrunk up said that this was how they felt, but this feeling was too strange and abstract to express.

The surroundings are obviously empty, but I still feel that my mouth and nose are blocked, my chest is tight, and there are a lot of things stuffed around me, which is oppressive and makes people instinctively want to curl up to escape this discomfort.

From the perspective of others, their breathing is very normal. Although it is slightly faster due to subjective feelings, the ventilation is actually smooth and the chest movement is gentle.

In the absence of a stethoscope, Kraft could only put his ear against the chest wall, and as expected, he did not hear any obvious rales. He was more inclined to think that this was a disorder caused by synaesthesia. As for what he was sensing, it was caused by it.

Synesthesia is still a problem.

Therefore, I can only give some empirical suggestions at this time.

"Don't fall asleep, hold on a little longer, the sun will come out soon."

After thinking about it, just in case, and out of considerations of being better than nothing, he added: "If, I mean if, you find yourself lagging behind, separated from your companions, and appearing in a place you don't know, don't yell.

Find a place to hide."

It was already late at night when the first scream rang out. After they had survived the fierce battle with the terrifying thing and woke up from the emotional wreckage with a clear conscience, the night had unknowingly entered the coldest and darkest period.

That's not a bad thing, the chill will lift your spirits and mean the long days of summer are coming.

They sat looking at each other for a while, and finally someone couldn't stand the background sound of the fungus body scratching the soil endlessly, and chatted about the usual boring life topics to resist fatigue.

Training, food, and even the relationship between family members that is rarely mentioned. Most of the people here are descendants of some small nobles. Because they have no inheritable property and status, they were sent to the castle to find another way out. They think they belong to the upper class.

In fact, there is no qualitative difference from ordinary people, and it is even worse than some businessmen's families. It is a very embarrassing position.

At this moment, my mentality has undergone some subtle changes. Contents that are usually taboo no longer seem to be taken so seriously, and can be used as entertainment and conversation materials.

Their complaints shifted from poor food and accommodation to a stingy and partial cold-blooded old man who was unwilling to branch out more from the industry, and they found a common language here.

The topic soon spread to those guys who had everything because they were born early, as well as the younger and more favored children, unfair treatment, and the things they should have received.

The conversation full of resentment and resonance made the speech active and the time passed quickly.

Kupp listened to their world with great interest, and imagined how much he could share with his younger sons from his property if he became an "old man" in the future. However, after careful consideration, he still felt that he should pass on the achievements in full, and give out a little at most.

Money comes.

Kraft was quietly taking time, feeling the changes. He had no resonance with these things.

The influence that is most likely to be mediated by fungal spores is observably weakening. The light spots are lightened, the ground no longer feels like a carpet, and the non-existent fungal and mildew spots are also quietly disappearing when the attention is turned away.

dissipate.

【Hallucination】

But it was too real. The two indistinguishable layers overlapped unsteadily in the eyes. And the "crowded feeling" mentioned many times, although weak, has never completely dissipated.

It is not the narrowness that is gained and lost when the spiritual senses are disconnected, but the kind of real and intuitive crowding that can be imagined. Those polymorphous light spots seem to turn from virtual to real, squeezing his breathing space.

And the greatest part of his attention was always on those fixed bodies.

When they reached a certain point in time, they slowed down in a highly synchronized manner, and the mixture of muscle bundles and hyphae that were so tight that they were about to tear themselves and bones relaxed, and the crown of the solitary umbrella dropped to the ground.

The chatting crowd was frightened by this familiar change and quickly stood up to prepare for another wave of attacks.

Even without spiritual senses, when the scale reaches this magnitude, the remaining connection with that side can make Kraft vaguely aware at this moment that something is withdrawn from the body, and there is some indescribable "activity" contained in it.

"Dropped sharply.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! An active and small thing sneaks into the vegetation, underground, and everything with hidden hyphae, and "conducts" like the neural electrical signal animation you have seen.

【Conduction】

It can't even be called a "thing", but a signal on a carrier, a cluster of small individuals between matter and nothingness, which is faintly perceived as pieces are peeled off from the body.

He even thought he saw the spots on the swollen roots moving, and the bacteria in the shadows swaying slightly. Coop subconsciously raised the soles of his feet, as if to avoid the rabbits scurrying under his feet.

An upright, beautiful body was revealed in the forest. The crossbowman struggled to wind the winch and aimed in that direction to warn, but it just stood there silently.

As time went by, and the bowed crown and arrows on the chest were clearly seen, they realized that it was a body nailed to a tree trunk, which was gradually revealed from the darkness by the gradually brightening light.

The sky overhead, which was cut and broken by branches and leaves, was quietly covered with an imperceptible gray light, and it would take a long time for the forest to be moistened.

Dawn has arrived. They waited for a while, but no more bodies came from the direction of the village. It was over, at least for the time being. There was a sense of unreality, even with the corpses around to prove it, it was still like waking up from a nightmare.

to reality.

"Let's take a rest. We'll go to the village later to take care of the remaining matters." Kraft stood up, moved his joints, and looked at the horrified person without wandering his eyes.

"If you don't go and deal with them all now, why don't you go back and wait for the rest to catch up tonight? Or who thinks that you can walk out of this forest overnight?"

This reason is very convincing. If there is another frightening night, no one here can get out. The best way is to go back, to the village where it came from, and take advantage of the power that drives the body to temporarily recede to control it.

The things were smashed to pieces.

"I'm in charge of guarding this time. Please hurry up. It's best to leave before noon."





"Professor, are you really okay?" Before getting ready to set off, Martin confirmed to Kraft, who was not tired, with a rather awe-inspiring attitude.

"Better than you think. You know, if you're used to working all night, sometimes the next morning is better than when you woke up."

This is indeed not a pretentious statement. He has ample experience of reversing day and night, but his current state is not something that can be explained by his experience of staying up all night. After those effects subsided, what he felt was not bone-deep fatigue. On the contrary, it was like falling asleep from a light sleep.

Wake up.

The strange feeling returned to his left arm and wandered around the embedded body, which brought Kraft back to his uncomfortable daily life. Subconsciously, he actually missed the previous feeling a little. His body was also calmed down, and he gained some kind of restful peace, and his attitude also changed.

A slight deviation.

The psychological rejection of the influence is alleviated. Rational logic tells the consciousness that something is wrong, but the psychological tendency towards a more comfortable state cannot be changed through denial, just like the irresistible sense of openness of the spiritual senses.

【Influence】

This is also influence. The influence of the mind acts on the body, and the influence of the body can also act on the mind.

Kraft wanted to roll up his sleeves and take a look, but suddenly he realized that he hadn't checked his left arm in a few days. The dense gazes around him made him give up this idea.

"Let's go."

The team followed the path again and returned to the village where the fungus flourished.

This time, he set foot on that road. The thick soles of the boots seemed to be non-existent, and the comfortable yet disgusting soft texture spread from the soles of his feet throughout his body along with the shivers.

There are already many gaps in it, making it no longer look perfect, but also an invitation to fill in these gaps.

There were sounds of breaking and falling from the houses in all directions. It was the other people dealing with the remaining bodies. They poured their accumulated fear and anger onto these things, and intentionally or unintentionally avoided this road.

And the center it paved the way for.

Kraft climbed up the stone steps with his hands behind his back. The ring backed by the broken stone brick facade was hung high on the arch. There were two inconspicuous areas of different colors on both sides. Something had been hanging here for a long time, leaving behind

Photocopy.

"Orthodox?" He held his chin in thought for a moment, then reached out and pushed open the unlocked door.

The structure is similar to other churches. The straight aisle between the rows of chairs in the main hall leads to the place where the worship objects are located. You can see the bottom at a glance from the door.

The midday sunlight falling from the broken window illuminated the tall, wingless ring. Below it were painted many suppressed shapes of vicious demons, ghosts and evil spirits. The expressiveness was not as good as the claws and claws seen outside.

The angel guarding the Lord's symbol on the side has been modified with a lot of newer paint than the base color.

The image of an image that was supposed to have a benevolent face had its wings removed from its back and replaced with a halo larger than its body, its facial features were displaced, it had multiple arms and legs, its fingers and toes were spread out, and it was bent and twisted as if it were boneless.

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