Life Dungeon Game

At the same time, Annie, who was standing to the side, also looked up at her father.

Clearly, she also felt this sudden hunger.

Both of them were very familiar with this feeling of hunger.

This is the allure of the 'Ghost Mushroom'!

There are ghost mushrooms on this third floor!

Following the feeling of hunger and temptation, He Ao walked through layers of shelves and found a glass bottle about the size of two palms in the innermost part.

A pure white mushroom lies quietly in a glass bottle.

This bizarre and grotesque 'man-eating mushroom,' which inspires fear in countless lives outside, lies quietly in a glass bottle, just like an ordinary mushroom.

“Mr. Pete, the further inside these things are, the more dangerous they become. Please do not touch them.”

The middle-aged man quickly caught up, glanced at the small glass bottle in front of He Ao, and reached out to block He Ao.

"You're researching this?"

He Ao looked at the middle-aged man.

"These are hospital items, so I'm not really sure about them."

The middle-aged man shook his head. "I'm in charge of guarding the camp."

“Hmm,” He Ao looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly asked thoughtfully, “Can you feel hungry?”

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, then he pondered, "It seems like I don't feel anything."

He looked up, peering through the gaps in the shelves, at the people coming and going outside, many of whom were ordinary people.

But they seemed to ignore the allure of the ghost mushroom and walked around normally.

He Ao had experienced it firsthand; even just one Ghost Mushroom was an irresistible temptation for ordinary people.

Judging from the fact that both he and Annie felt hungry, the ghost mushroom's ability had not been blocked.

He Ao activated his super memory and glanced around.

pedestrians

They all had faint 'shadows' attached to them; those were their souls.

These are living people, not monsters disguised as living people.

He felt he had grasped a clue to breaking the current situation.

He looked at the middle-aged man, "Can this bottle be identified as someone's test subject?"

“Of course,” the middle-aged man nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the bottle. “Each bottle has a label on the bottom corresponding to the test subject… The test subject for this bottle is number 1… the clan chief.”

"Your chieftain," Aini looked around with some confusion, the image of the chieftain's aged appearance appearing in her mind, "was he also a researcher here?"

"To be precise, the patriarch is the hospital director," the middle-aged man said with a smile. "Throughout our family's history, only the hospital director has been qualified to be the patriarch. Only those with high attainments in medicine are qualified to be our patriarch."

Aini was a little confused; she didn't understand how the hospital director could be so inevitably connected to the family patriarch.

He Ao, on the other hand, was not surprised.

If you replace the hospital with a temple, and the hospital director with the high priest of the temple, then it becomes understandable.

Within the Andavi family, the hospital holds the same status as a temple, though it's unclear which deity they "worship".

“This mushroom should have been brought back by the chief’s research team,” the middle-aged man said, carefully examining the label under the glass bottle. “The note says… ‘Man-eating mushroom’! This is a man-eating mushroom?”

"You haven't seen this mushroom before?"

He asked softly.

“Some people in the tribe have seen it, but I just didn’t realize it at first. This thing is so ordinary,” the middle-aged man pondered. “Many people who have seen this mushroom have died, so the chieftain told us to stay away from the location of the man-eating mushroom as much as possible.”

"Isn't it dangerous for you to be researching this?"

"I asked, puzzled."

Since everyone was told not to get close, bringing the Ghost Mushroom into the very center of the camp for research was far too dangerous.

"It is absolutely safe in the hospital."

The middle-aged man said with certainty.

Annie nodded, seemingly understanding.

He Ao did not delve into this topic, but instead said to the middle-aged man, "Perhaps I can talk to your clan leader again. I know some information about these 'man-eating mushrooms' and have a general idea of ​​how to deal with them."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then looked at He Ao with disbelief and asked, "Really?"

Chapter 441 Gathering Dark Clouds (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"The chieftain is currently dealing with some matters and it may take an hour or two before he can take you to see him."

The middle-aged man led He Ao along the road in the camp, his eyes still filled with disbelief. "Do you really have a way to deal with the man-eating mushrooms? The chieftain said that these mushrooms are full of the strangeness of abnormal creatures, and if left unattended, they will devour all life in the surrounding wilderness."

His tone was somewhat somber. "We've tried many methods but haven't been able to solve it, and we've lost many members of our tribe. If there's really no other way, we'll have to move away from the place where we've lived for generations."

“I’ve only ever heard of this mushroom by chance near Dawn City and know a little about it,” Heo said calmly. “But I’m not sure if that method will work; I need to experiment first.”

I hope your information is accurate.

The middle-aged man nodded, and the three of them were almost at the tent that the middle-aged man had specially set up for He Ao.

The tent was near the camp's walls, and heavily armed wilderness wanderers were moving around it, seemingly changing shifts.

He glanced at the soldiers and casually asked, "It seems things aren't very peaceful in the wilderness lately."

“Not long ago, the largest wilderness wanderer camp in the area was swallowed up by man-eating mushrooms,” the middle-aged man sighed. “The wilderness wanderer families in the vicinity are all on edge. When the situation is chaotic, it is inevitable that some people will try to take advantage of the chaos to rob and make a fortune, so we must take precautions in advance.”

"Your relationship with the Merck family doesn't seem to be very good? I haven't been out of the city for long, so I don't know much about the situation in the wilderness."

He thought to himself.

"The Merck family was originally just an obscure, marginal family. They had also received our favor; their former high priest was cured of a serious illness by us."

"Originally, our two families were at peace, but their new high priest somehow obtained a C-grade secret medicine, advanced to C-grade, and quickly began to expand."

The middle-aged man's tone seemed somewhat helpless.

“We have no intention of competing with them, but the recent appearance of man-eating mushrooms has made them feel threatened. So they have set their sights on us, thinking that our family has continued for so many years, so we must be hiding something good. They want to take advantage of our situation and destroy our family.”

"However, we are not to be trifled with either. We have clashed once or twice recently and gained the upper hand both times."

"So that's how it is. No wonder the Merck family knew so much about your family's location."

He Ao laughed.

He knew that the middle-aged man's last words were deliberately said to him to demonstrate the power of the Andavi family.

"Their spies have been scouting the area all along," the middle-aged man spat.

"I estimate that we will have another battle soon. Although their high priest is an ungrateful wretch, the sons of his family are all heroes who fight like their lives depend on it."

He Ao nodded slightly.

He had witnessed the Merck family attack the convoy; those wilderness wanderers were more ferocious than the most hyenas in the wilderness, and their ability to withstand the convoy's machine guns and laser cannons was remarkable.

It is incomparable to an ordinary, easily defeated wilderness wanderer.

However, the Andavi family, which has managed to gain the upper hand in small-scale conflicts, is probably not weak either.

The three of them had returned to the tent where He Ao had stayed the day before. The middle-aged man looked at He Ao and said, “Mr. Pete, please wait here for an hour or two. I will come over and take you to see the chief as soon as he is done with his work. I will have someone bring you lunch later.”

He paused for a moment, then added, "Mr. Pete, if you have any other needs, please let me know."

“I do have a small request,” He Ao said with a smile. “I wonder if you have any extraordinary materials in stock here. I need some materials to make some items, and I also need three mithril test tubes. I can pay the price.”

After saying that, he went into the tent, took out a piece of paper from his luggage, wrote down several materials, and handed them to the middle-aged man.

"The blood of the mountain demon beast... the sap of the Earth Shadow Grass... mountain spring water..."

The middle-aged man reached over, glanced at the paper, folded it up, put it in his pocket, and laughed, "These aren't rare items, you don't need to pay. I'll have someone prepare them and bring them to you later."

He Ao did not refuse, but simply replied, "Then I'll trouble you."

“It’s alright. Mr. Pete is someone the clan chief values. These things are nothing to worry about.”

The middle-aged man smiled and said goodbye to He Ao, then left.

He Ao glanced at the sentries, some visible and some hidden, around him, shook his head, and led his daughter back to the tent.

Although the Andavi family showed him sufficient goodwill in their actions, they did not lessen their vigilance.

Passionate yet cautious, with a keen sense of proportion—perhaps this is one of the reasons why this family has been able to thrive in this wilderness.

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Sunlight filters through the gaps between the mountains, illuminating the deep valley.

Five young men in blue-gray uniforms, their faces pale, climbed over a small hill and looked ahead at the vast and bustling camp.

The young man in the lead raised his wrist, and a holographic electronic map was projected from the bracelet on his wrist.

The map shows the scene of this camp.

The five men exchanged glances, then sprinted down the mountain, arriving at the camp gate in the blink of an eye.

"Halt!" The sentry at the gate raised his gun. "Who are you?"

The young man at the head of the group raised his hand, and the bracelet on his hand once again displayed a projection, with a hazy emblem floating in the air.

This is an emblem depicting stars and the sea, but unlike usual logic, the sea is at the top and the stars are at the bottom.

"We are looking for your high priest."

The young man at the head of the group spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

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Ten minutes later, the five youths entered the deepest part of the camp, into the most luxurious building.

Seated in the main seat of the building was a man dressed in an expensive silk suit, his hair meticulously styled.