Mushroom Man

Chapter 207 Waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump, nipping the hidden danger in the bud.
“Morobi…”

"The devil's thief..."

"What do they want to do?"

What good would it do them to anger me?

"Why is the Blackhorn leader ignoring this? Could he really be dead?"

The more the White Horn leader pondered, the more chaotic his thoughts became.

He simply couldn't understand where those demonic scoundrels and that Moro maid got the audacity to provoke a fourth-level mushroom master like that.

Could it be that they have some kind of confidence that they are not afraid of him, a fourth-level mushroom master, getting angry?
At this moment, the White Horn leader thought about many things.

He even began to suspect that the evil scoundrel did this on purpose to provoke him and provoke him into making a move.

After all, such deep-seated hatred would not be easily forgiven by anyone.

At this moment, that demonic thief and Morobi must be in the Black Horn Tribe.

Who knows, right now, they might be waiting for him, the White Horn leader, to come and kill them.

The fact that the demonic villain could help Morobi unify the Black Horn tribe proves one thing...

That's the leader of Blackhorn; he must have been in trouble by now!

It seems that Bai Jiao's earlier prediction has indeed come true.

The leader of Blackhorn is dead. Only this possibility can explain why he has remained silent until now, allowing these juniors to cause such trouble.

The death of the Black Horn leader might also be related to that evil scoundrel.

After all, only someone with the strength to deal with a fourth-level mushroom master could explain why that demonic villain was not afraid of him at all.

Besides this, there is another, least likely, reason.

That means this kid is a hothead who didn't consider whether he would offend a fourth-level mushroom master and thought he could fool everyone.

However, this possibility was quickly rejected by the White Horn leader.

After all, he really didn't think that this kid, a second or third level mushroom master, would be so arrogant and conceited, daring to provoke him without any real confidence.

"If I'm not mistaken..."

"This boy and that Morobi must have already laid a trap in the Black Horn tribe, just waiting for me to deliver myself to their doorstep."

"If the Blackhorn leader could die under mysterious circumstances, then I, too, could die under mysterious circumstances, so I cannot be careless."

"We must not go to the Blackhorn tribe; there may be a trap there."

"If that's the case, I can wait for that evil scoundrel to come to me."

The White Horn leader's thoughts raced, and he glanced at the Iron Slave lying sprawled on the ground like a rag doll.

He has only crippled the Iron Slave; he has not taken his life.

In other words, that evil scoundrel may not yet realize that he has been exposed.

Under these circumstances, the demonic villain would likely not be willing to give up the Iron Slave, a third-tier puppet, and would definitely return to the White Horn Tribe once again.

At that time, all he needed to do was lay a trap and lure his prey into it.

Even if this kid has some trump card, he's still doomed.

"Waiter, quickly go and call your elder brother here."

The White Horn leader had made up his mind, and with a wave of his hand, he issued orders.

The second young master dared not be negligent and quickly withdrew.

Before long, the young master, with disheveled hair, a gloomy face, and an aggressive demeanor, was summoned over.

Judging from his appearance, it was clear that the second young master was already on his way and had told his elder brother everything.

Upon hearing this, the eldest young master was both shocked and furious, even more so than the White Horn leader.

"Father!"

Do you have any news about that evil scoundrel?

"Your son is willing to be the vanguard and kill that so-called demonic villain to avenge Third Brother!"

The young master, his eyes red and his teeth clenched, spoke.

Although he looked down on the third brother, he was still his younger brother.

It would be fine if I died at his hands, since we're all family.

But the guy who caused the third brother's life to be in danger turned out to be a cunning and treacherous villain, which made him somewhat unbearable.

Of course, most importantly, he heard from the second brother that the previous Lady Red was actually a villainous demon in disguise.

That evil scoundrel toyed with him like that; he couldn’t bear to leave this grudge undone!

"No rush, that evil scoundrel will return sooner or later."

"When the time comes, just pretend nothing happened and watch how your father waits for the thief to come to him and capture him."

The White Horn leader stood with his hands behind his back, and after speaking, turned to look at him.

"But before that, release that thief and the three-turn hairy zombie he sold to you, so that your father can have a look at it."

"I suspect that there might be some hidden danger left by that thief on this hairy zombie."

That's right!

The White Horn leader summoned the young master to check if there was anything wrong with the three-turn hairy zombie.

After all, it is now known that the demonic villain is likely one of Morobi's people.

If that's the case, there's absolutely no way they would sell an important third-tier combatant for a little bit of silver.

In the eyes of the White Horn leader, the fact that the thief sold the three-turn hairy zombie to the young master so easily meant that there was most likely something fishy going on.

Before he waited patiently for the evil scoundrel to come to him.

All potential problems must be nipped in the bud!
"It's from Mr. Ge!"

"I knew that thief couldn't possibly be that kind."

Upon hearing this, the young master ordered his men to bring up a black coffin without hesitation.

Without saying a word, he kicked open the black coffin.

Before the Bone Immortal, who was cultivating his corpse energy, could even understand what was happening, he was pulled out by the young master.

Bone Master was furious!
What's wrong with this junior!

They treated him so rudely; they really don't consider him human!

Don't zombies have any dignity?

Bone Master suddenly opened his eyes, intending to scare that junior who didn't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw... the White Horn leader, the eldest young master, the second young master, and a group of White Horn mushroom masters, all staring at him with wide eyes.

Bone Master: "..."

Without a second thought, he instantly transformed into a dazed, mindless corpse.

"Ok?"

The White Horn leader leaned closer and carefully examined Bone True Man.

To be honest, when Bone Master suddenly opened his eyes, it really startled him; he almost thought the hairy zombie had come back to life.

However, upon closer inspection, it is indeed an ordinary zombie with little intelligence.

The only somewhat special thing about it is that this hairy zombie is a variant of the Bone Dao school.

Compared to ordinary level 3 hairy zombies, this bone-path variant hairy zombie is stronger.

These zombies are often much rarer.

Why would that wicked villain think of selling this zombie?
The leader of the White Horned Clan was completely baffled.

To be on the safe side, he activated various reconnaissance mushrooms one after another, and even probed his true energy into the body of the Bone True Man.

The aim is to find out what hidden dangers that demonic villain might have left behind.

However, no matter how he checked, he couldn't find any problems.

There are no hidden dangers on its body, and through the Corpse-Driving Mushroom, it can be controlled like an extension of an arm.

"Perhaps I am overthinking things?"

The White Horn leader looked suspicious upon seeing this.

However, the facts speak for themselves, and the results show that he was indeed overthinking things.

The White Horn leader, upon recalling this, finally dispelled his doubts.

"There's nothing wrong with this stiff hair."

"It seems that the connection between that demonic villain and the Black Horn Tribe is not as deep as I thought."

"It's possible that she was just that Moro, a rogue monk hired from outside."

"Only in this way can we explain why he sold this hairy zombie."

"These kinds of rogue cultivators are most in need of silver water, and they are willing to risk their lives for a little bit of silver water."

"And this explains why they dared to usurp my place right under my nose; it was nothing more than greed for money."

The leader of the White Horn Sect was once such a rogue cultivator.

So naturally, he then posited the image of the thief as a rogue cultivator who coveted silver.

"It's from Mr. Ge!"

"I never expected that a mere rogue cultivator would dare to provoke our White Horn Tribe!"

"And that Morobi, who gave her the audacity to plot against Father!"

The young master grumbled and cursed, clearly indignant.

The White Horn chieftain sneered and looked in the direction of the Black Horn tribe.

"It's alright. In fact, I should thank them now."

"After all their meddling, I no longer need to hold the Octagonal Holy War."

"Once I capture that little thief, I can then take the opportunity to annex the Black Horn Tribe."

"Now that they have been exposed without realizing it, all we need to do is lure them into the trap and wait for them to come to us..."

……

Blackhorn Tribe.

Wu Liang and Moro's soldiers split into two groups.

Morobi was responsible for stabilizing people's hearts and, incidentally, contacting wealthy merchant caravans.

In the mushroom room, they sell ordinary mushrooms and mushroom materials that they don't need, using them to exchange for silver water.

Wu Liang took on the task of using those slave mushroom materials to refine mushrooms that make people obedient.

Of course, as everyone knows, Wu Liang is a hands-off manager; the real person in charge of cultivating mushrooms is someone else...

After bidding farewell to Morobi, Wu Liang quietly found a secluded place.

After confirming repeatedly that no one would approach this place, he entered the Demon Suppression Tower.

The fourth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower was as deserted as ever.

Madam Hong and the Third Young Master were reading, with great boredom, the introductory notes for Daoist apprentices that Yan Zhaodi had written specifically for them.

As for Zhao Di, she was focused on cultivating mushrooms.

Clusters of light emanated from his body, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Judging from its appearance, it seems to be at the crucial moment when the mushroom is taking shape.

Just then, Wu Liang's figure appeared.

He had just regained his footing when he tried to find Yan Zhaodi.

With time running out and the task heavy, creating a mushroom capable of controlling the entire Blackhorn tribe and making the Blackhorn Mushroom Masters obey is no easy task.

Wu Liang looked around and immediately spotted Yan Zhaodi, who was refining mushrooms.

At this moment, Yan Zhaodi was covered in sweat and looked very nervous.

The halo in front of him was extremely unstable, flickering continuously.

Seeing this, Wu Liang dared not approach and disturb them, but stood behind them silently, watching without uttering a sound.

But it's strange...

When Wu Liang stood beside Yan Zhaodi, it seemed as if he brought her some good luck.

The originally highly unstable halo gradually calmed down at this moment.

Yan Zhaodi's eyes lit up, and she quickly poured a large amount of fine wine into the halo of light.

A milky white halo gradually released an extremely enticing aroma of wine.

The next moment, without any warning, the halo suddenly exploded!

A mushroom with seven stripes and a milky white body flew out from it.

Yan Zhaodi reacted quickly and grabbed the mushroom.

She giggled and excitedly raised her little paw!
"The Three-Stage Seven-Fragrance Wine Mushroom is finally ready!!!"

(End of this chapter)