This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 681. Victory Celebration Banquet

In the central square of Mushroom Castle, beneath the giant Puji statue standing on dragon horns, tables laden with delicious food and wine stretch out in a row.

The oil from the roasted whole worms sizzled as it dripped onto the charcoal fire, and the aroma, mixed with the scent of mushrooms and wine, filled the entire square.

The dwarves, shirtless, drank with the soldiers of Fungus Keep, their wooden cups clattering loudly, and they didn't even bother to wipe the wine splattering on their beards.

Someone started playing the accordion, and several drunken dwarves began to dance to the tune, drawing in Puji, who was responsible for serving dishes.

Bardot even saw some drunken dwarves, dazed and confused, leaving the square with a half-demon who clearly had succubus blood.

He sincerely hoped that the guy would be able to stand up straight tomorrow, since they should be going back after today.

"Bardo! Bardo! Look!"

A loud, boisterous shout came from behind me.

Bardot turned around and saw the dwarf who had fought alongside him to the death against Eugene. This guy was almost killed on the spot by Eugene's bloodletting. Normally, such an injury would have required him to stay in bed for half a month.

Kejunbao's medical skills are indeed amazing. It's only been three days, and he can already sing and dance.

At this moment, the dwarf's arm was covered with symbiotic mycelium, and two puffy creatures followed beside him.

He took a step forward, and Puji hopped forward a step; he raised his hand, and Puji raised his tentacle; he twisted his waist, and Puji followed suit, their steps perfectly synchronized.

"Hehehe! So this is what it feels like to control the Puji, it's so interesting!" The dwarf's face lit up with excitement. He fell backward, and the two Puji immediately caught him steadily, then rolled up the wine glass and meat skewers and stuffed them into his mouth.

Bardot shook his head helplessly, too lazy to bother with this idiot.

He took a swig of mushroom wine, pointed to the huge cloaked statue in the center of the square, and asked Xinghuo, who was sitting to the side sipping his wine, "Excuse me, is this statue a member of the Mushroom Clan?"

“That’s our boss,” Xinghuo replied.

"Boss?"

Bardot turned his head with some confusion, his gaze falling on the other side, on the high platform in front of the bell, where a Puji wearing a bright red cloak was standing.

The bright red cloak was longer than Puji himself, trailing behind him and fluttering slightly in the wind.

It was holding a short wooden stick, which it was rhythmically swinging back and forth.

At its command, the hidden doors on the clock tower opened and closed one after another.

With each door opened, a bloodlust's scream would erupt from within.

Some were sharp, some were hoarse, and some had long, drawn-out endings.

The screams were strung together by the rhythm of the wooden sticks, rising and falling, eventually forming a melody.

It doesn't sound very good.

But it is indeed very suitable for a victory celebration.

Bardot stared at the puffy figure waving a stick for a long time, then looked back at the towering statue.

"If I'm not mistaken, that puffy..."

“That’s our boss.” Xinghuo nodded.

Bardot smacked his lips, swallowing the rest of his words along with his wine.

He imagined the dwarf king personally performing his talents at the banquet.

Hmm, I can't imagine it.

……

The celebration banquet was lively, but not everyone was so happy.

Baroque, a second-generation Mushroom Clan member, was excitedly telling Torin and Glenn how he finally managed to kill the giant bat that used infrasound attacks in his third playthrough by memorizing the map.

Suddenly, amidst the bustling and joyful mushroom network, he sensed a touch of melancholy.

Since his transformation into a mushroom, his perception within the fungal network has become even stronger.

Using the excuse of leaving, Baroque followed his senses and found the source of his depression.

Those were the newly promoted second-generation mushroom tribe members in this war.

After a simple yet efficient exchange, Baroque understood the situation. These mushroom transmigrators, having just been reborn as Puji, were naturally both surprised and delighted.

But at today's celebration banquet, they couldn't help but feel a little lost after discovering that they could no longer enjoy the wine and food.

As someone who has been through this, Baroque knows this all too well.

He smiled at the other mushroom turners and said, "That's where you're wrong. If you're confused, why hide in a corner and sulk instead of asking a senior like me?"

"Baroque, do you have any way to taste it again?"

Baroque shook his mushroom cap: "No."

"What's there to say..." The mushroom cap of the mushroom turner collapsed even more.

"Although we can't enjoy the delicacies, we mushroom people have our own ways of passing the time!" Baroque adjusted his mushroom cap with his tentacles, straightening his round body. "How about it, want to know?"

The mushroom growers immediately surrounded him: "Senior!"

And so, amidst the curious gazes of the banquet participants, this group of Puji surged into the "hot spring center" of the mushroom castle in a grand procession.

Head straight to the Puji exclusive massage area.

The second-generation mushroom clan, or mushroom converts, are a newly emerging group in the mushroom castle. They don't have many of the needs of ordinary people, but they have a lot of surplus contribution points.

Therefore, without Lin Jun making any special arrangements, services specifically for these mushroom transfer enthusiasts naturally appeared.

The mushrooms were soaked in warm water, allowing the waiters to knead them.

A series of comfortable sighs echoed from within the mushroom web.

The only slight drawback is that the number of professional massage therapists is clearly insufficient to handle the sudden increase in visitors.

Seeing how comfortable the first few mushroom growers were, the others waiting in line could only impatiently urge them to finish quickly.

"Are you done yet? Are you done yet?"

"It's only been five minutes!"

"Five minutes isn't enough? It feels like an entire year has passed!"

However, no one is disappointed anymore for not being able to enjoy the food.

Seeing this, Baroque nodded in satisfaction with the mushroom cap, relaxed, and focused on enjoying the kneading.

Then I got pinched hard.

The person currently massaging him is Aisha, who has succubus blood and is now his wife.

"You naughty mushroom," Elsa's fingers were still pinching his mushroom cap, the pressure just right, enough to make him hurt a little but not dare to dodge, "If you want to be rubbed, why don't you go home? Why do you have to come to the hot spring center?"

She leaned closer, her voice low: "You think you can collect your death benefits again?"

Baroque's tentacles flailing wildly: "Oh dear... there's a reason for this... let me explain..."

No one noticed that the bathwater used by the mushroom growers did not flow into the sewers.

……

The little pig sat in the command room in the center of the mushroom castle, looking out the window at the lively scene below.

She didn't participate, partly because she wasn't interested.

Secondly, the eldest sister had specifically scheduled the celebration party during the day so that she could perform the vampire chorus. She didn't want to end up like those unlucky ghosts locked in the bell tower, screaming in the sun in front of everyone.

However, she also has her own ways of entertaining herself.

The little pig got up and slowly walked to the corner, where the half-petrified statue that the boss had just delivered was placed.

She reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the petrified cheek, and looked tenderly into the statue's tear-filled, shimmering eyes: "My dear sister, you are so much more beautiful now..."

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