In this dense forest, which is basically silent, it is really a bit harsh.
But he couldn't care less about this anymore.
Something more terrifying happened.
Because of the detection results given by the instrument.
That crack is about to form.
And the location where this upcoming crack will occur...
Right under this petri dish.
If you want to seal the crack, you need to open this petri dish.
Mai Fan could imagine the consequences if he made such a request.
So he had no intention of discussing and reporting with these people from the Witch God clan.
He picked up his cell phone and made a call directly to Officer Jing.
"Stab, sting, hey, can you hear me? I've found the crack."
"Just follow the entrance and run forward for about half a kilometer to the depths."
"The diameter is not big, about three meters."
"If we move faster, it will only take half an hour to block the blockage."
"Yes...stab...come here quickly...stab...attack..."
"Hey Hey hey?"
The signal here is greatly interfered with.
Mai Fan wasn't sure whether Officer Jing understood it.
Just when he changed his position again and planned to talk to Officer Jing again...
Shivering... there was some noise behind him.
As soon as Mai Fan lowered his head, a ball of sticky liquid flew over his head and landed in front of Mai Fan's feet.
He turned his head and saw the old mushroom man standing not far away, waving at him cheerfully...
"Young man, come out...it's not too late."
Mai Fan reluctantly picked up the phone and said to the mushroom man: "If I say, the crack is under your petri dish, we need to lift this layer of petri dish..."
"Will you cooperate with us..."
Before Mai Fan finished speaking, the old mushroom became angry.
His mouth seemed to have lost its language function, and the anger could only be vented in another way.
Just like this now...
The mushroom above his head exploded.
A ball of the same viscous liquid as before splashed towards Mai Fan, trying to wrap Mai Fan in the ball of mucus.
"What the hell, you can't talk properly, can you?"
"Mushroom, what kind of restraint mushroom... flame or moisture..."
Mai Fan smiled darkly, and with a pop, a flamethrower appeared in his hand.
This is not a weapon from the market, this is the natural stove flame in the back kitchen of his tavern.
And these flames are transported into Maifan's flamethrower through the gas tank.
These things that usually roast animal hair are now taken out and sprayed with mushrooms.
This dish of fire-roasted mushrooms should be delicious.
Bang...
The old mushroom man probably didn't expect that Mai Fan could breathe fire.
Since the evolution of superpowers, everyone's superpowers have basically been embodied in appearance.
There are quite a lot of hidden people like Mai Fan.
But I can still feel it in terms of breath.
Someone like Mai Fan doesn't have any sparkle at all.
Everyone simply assumed that he had mental powers.
One of the most useless superpowers in the early stage.
But now, the flames are sprayed...or is it the fire element that restrains the mushrooms?
But it doesn't matter, the old man Mushroom laughed in his heart.
Could his kind of mushroom be an ordinary mushroom?
Mortal flames cannot burn the death spores that grow out of resentment and death.
Mai Fan really admired this old man.
He clearly saw the flames and didn't even try to avoid them.
He just walked forward blankly without any fear.
That's fine too.
Mai Fan dodged the spore mucus fired by the opponent again, and spread the flames mercilessly on the mushroom man.
Are you confident in your mushrooms?
The grilled mushrooms are golden and crispy, the most delicious.
It's a pity that he forgot to apply a little olive oil, otherwise the taste would have been even better.
Stab, the thick-wristed flame directly hit the mushroom old man's leg.
This man is not stupid enough to meet this kind of flame with his own face.
As soon as the sound rang, Mai Fan remembered the scene of him frying potato chips in his courtyard.
This crisp popping sound and the rich aroma that comes with it all illustrate one point...
That means this ingredient is extremely fresh.
And the old man's face also showed an expression that perfectly matched the ingredients.
Shock and pain distorted his facial features.
"Ahhh! How is that possible! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
In just an instant, the old man's legs shriveled up.
It's like dried mushrooms that have been dried out, with a little burnt, a little wrinkled, a unique aroma of food, and a kind of human fear.
"So, get out of the way, you are no match for me."
If there is no other way, Mai Fan will dig up the ground.
The old mushroom man supported his body with one leg, with a resentful expression on his face.
"You're dreaming!"
This is their year's harvest, something that will be used by the talented future generations of the tribe.
These flesh and blood were collected from nearby small villages.
To collect so many unexpected things in the chaotic Southeast Asia also requires a long time of preparation.
All the creatures in the forbidden area have their aura sucked away by this three-in-one petri dish.
How could something that they seemed to be about to succeed from the moment they revived their spiritual energy be destroyed so easily by this outsider?
Daydreaming!
The old mushroom man's hair became furious, and he began to spit out a very strange and ancient language.
Mai Fan had never heard this language before, but he was very familiar with it.
The expressions on his face gradually became consistent with those of the old man opposite.
He was very shocked, because this kind of language clearly belonged to those parasites.
"Have you ever had any contact with that kind of monster?"
"Yes, the formation of cracks cannot be instantaneous."
The invasion of a plane is slow and unnoticed.
People with special abilities who were born and raised here live on this weak layer.
It is unscientific to say that there is no perception.
The strange language on the other side can indeed arouse the curiosity of these Southeast Asian supernatural beings who are inherently divine.
Maybe their witchcraft and some of their long-standing legends came from here.
And this method of cultivating supernatural tools may be inspired by the opposite creatures.
Does this narrow strip of land paved with this layer of three-in-one material look like a crack when viewed this way?
Mai Fan realized it all at once.
Since that's the case, there's nothing to talk nonsense about.
At this time, the people he brought over could attack without any scruples.
The agreement between the two parties is that without involving the fundamental principle of parasites, outsiders with supernatural powers cannot use the supernatural weapons in the market here.
