"This batch of mycelium is kind of outrageous..."
Ansheng stuck his head out, looked at the black little ball curled up in the armrest box, and showed a puzzled expression.
The Second Epoch's sickness came crashing down like a mountain; one wave of the returning perfect remains had already shattered everyone's mentality.
And now, they could actually still find, on Blue Star, a fungal species that could autonomously reproduce via spores, instead of relying on splitting or parasitic mutation to survive.
The key thing was that Ah Qing could even find it, and could clearly sense the mushrooms it had hidden.
"Am I supposed to eat this alone?"
Ah Qing stared at the message on her phone, speaking with a bit of surprise: "This... doesn't sound very decent, does it?"
"How about... we take it home and make chicken soup with it?"
