This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 643, Section 642: Key Projects
Will's one-armed skeleton was somehow transported outside the city by his companions.

They did not choose to immediately notify the city guards because, strictly speaking, their cult was also an illegal organization, just like no one would choose to call the police when a gang fire occurred.

The morning breeze passed through the mushroom grove, ruffling the hem of my clothes.

Some people turned their faces away, their shoulders twitching slightly, while others stared intently at the skeleton, their eyes reddening.

“Wilta,” someone finally spoke, their voice choked with emotion, “He’s such a good person. Even with only one arm, he always rushes to help everyone without ever complaining. Why do all these bad things always happen to him?”

"Who did this?" another voice rang out, filled with barely suppressed rage. "Killing someone wasn't enough, they wanted to take all... all..."

He couldn't continue.

“Unforgivable,” someone whispered. “We must find the murderer.”

A few voices echoed from the crowd.

They had only known Will for a little over a month, but for these former homeless people, the bond formed during that time was significant.

Will is the kind of person who would quietly help others move stones and share the delicious mushrooms he picked with his companions.

Such a person deserves to live.

Moreover, for these people who were originally refugees, having finally found a group to whom they could entrust their hearts and souls, losing their companions was like losing a family member.

Several hot-blooded young men had already turned around to find someone they could handle, but when it came to actually seeking revenge, they didn't really know which direction to go.

Just then, footsteps came from behind the crowd.

Julia followed behind Twelve as they walked out.

"Master! Mushroom Envoy!" Someone rushed forward immediately, their voice filled with excitement and anticipation, "Lead us to revenge!"

Julia raised her hand and gently pressed it down.

"No need for revenge."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted in chaos.

"why?"

"Did Will die in vain?"

"Didn't you say we were like family? If a family member is harmed and you don't even seek revenge, what kind of family are you?"

The noise was deafening, and emotions were running high. Some people had tears in their eyes, some gritted their teeth, and some wanted to argue but didn't know where to begin.

Amidst the chaotic commotion, Twelve arrived at Will's remains, extended its tentacles, wrapped them around Will's skull, and twisted them slightly.

Click! The sound was very soft, but it silenced everyone.

Twelve held the skull in his arms, turned around, and faced the silent believers.

Its tentacles gently cradled the white bone, and tender thoughts spread through the fungal web:

"Will did not disappear."

"He died on the fungal carpet, his devout faith guiding his soul to the mushroom garden, where he was reborn in the embrace of the mushroom master."

"The fact that only his skeleton remains is proof that his body has merged into the fungal carpet."

"As for the perpetrator, he has gone to where he was supposed to go and paid for his sins."

As Lin Jun said, honesty has always been one of his excellent qualities.

Therefore, he did not allow the twelve pairs of Will to hide their whereabouts.

In any case, without any actual evidence, these words will only have two outcomes if they get out: either people will become interested in the Bagu Church, or they will be seen as a common tactic used by small churches to deceive their followers.

The believers present fell silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.

After all, it was what the mushroom envoy said, and Will's flesh and blood had indeed disappeared, but some people still had doubts.

Just then, an image unexpectedly flooded everyone's minds. The image was dim, but it was vaguely discernible that it was an enclosed space.

Stone walls, mushrooms growing around them, and a twisted figure in the corner. The figure was bound, in a bizarre posture, as if enduring something.

Compared to the dim visuals, the continuous screams echoed in everyone's minds:
"No...no more growth! Give me back my body! Give it back to me...waaaaaah..."

The trapped person seemed to be experiencing some unknown and terrifying change, with shrill screams echoing endlessly.

The believers shuddered violently. Some instinctively took a half step back, their faces turning pale, while the more timid ones even felt their knees buckle, almost collapsing to the ground.

"This...this is...?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

“The murderer you’re looking for,” the twelve tentacles, still wrapped around Will’s skull, explained naturally, “is, as I’ve already said, paying for his sins.”

A series of swallowing sounds echoed from all around.

After a brief silence, someone shouted, "Good!"

Immediately afterwards, the crowd erupted in uproar.

Cheers rose and fell, some people clenched their fists, some nodded through gritted teeth with red eyes, and some spat at the fading image.

This kind of imagery projected directly into consciousness is even more incredible than the communication via the microbial network, and the vast majority of believers believed on the spot.

A few people still have some doubts, but they cannot directly deny it.

In any case, Will's matter was considered settled, and under Julia's direction, his bones were buried under the Mushroom House.

Twelve stood to the side, its tentacles still coiled around the skull, the shape and size of which were so easy for it to handle.

It hesitated for a moment, then quietly requested a conversation with the newborn Will within the fungal network: "Um... could you give me your skull?"

Will recognized this time that the one communicating with him telepathically was the Mushroom Envoy.

After he figured out what was going on, he was tempted to agree, but he also felt that it was a bit strange to let the mushroom envoy carry his skull around and show it off in the future.

Sensing Will's dilemma, Twelve took the initiative to give up, and with some regret, put the skull back as well, leaving Will with a complete corpse.

……

At the Mushroom Garden, Number Seven showed Will around, teaching him how to command the Puji, how to use the mushroom network for communication, and how to get to know the other people in the Mushroom Garden...

He serves as a model, providing a standardized training process for future generations of Puji.

As the importance of faith-based projects increased, Lin Jun also focused more attention on the Baigu Cult.

This made their subsequent journey much easier without them even realizing it, as Lin Jun resolved many troubles such as thieves and scattered cults in advance.

With deliberate guidance, Lin Jun even demonstrated how she could add several skills to Julia during an internal ceremony of the core followers. This ability, which seemed like a divine blessing, made many followers even more devout.

Then, a new problem arose.

The believer cannot become a Puji without dying.

So, if you want to upgrade them, you have to make them die first?
The result is correct, but the process feels a bit strange.

It looks somewhat familiar.

After thinking about it, Lin Jun felt that this matter should not be forced, and whether the believers changed or not was not important to Lin Jun.

Once you have faith, you are already a permanent fighting force capable of reincarnation. Whether you die early or late doesn't matter.

The problem lies in the spread of the Mushroom Cult.

We certainly can't just preach within the United Kingdom. We can try to make the newly established "Spore Society" a channel for spreading the Puji faith among the elves. The dwarf mountain carpet hasn't been fully spread yet, so there's no rush.

As for the empire...

Lin Jun thought that the blood animal farm in Eleanor's territory should also be a good place to spread this belief that could bring "salvation".
It's time to assign some tasks to Thirteen.

(End of this chapter)