Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

The strange creatures that had attacked were cleared away one after another, but Zhang Fukong and the others did not relax.

The Zhang family members in the camp gripped their weapons tightly, their wary gazes fixed on the night watchmen.

At this point, the Night's Watch had already undergone a very obvious mutation, with long and thick black hair suddenly growing on their heads. Upon closer inspection, they were horrified to discover that the thick black hair was composed of countless black filaments that could wriggle on their own.

Twisted, ominous black threads moved without wind, seemingly sensing the gazes of Zhang Fukong and the others. Countless black threads gathered together and twisted into several black tentacles as thick as a wrist.

From a distance, it looks like an octopus clinging to the scalp of a night watchman.

Seeing this, Su Xingze frowned slightly. These alien species would still be ugly even in another world.

Zhang Fukong had no idea what the thing growing out of the Night Watchman's body was; he had never seen anything so bizarre in his past experiences.

Raising his hand, Zhang Shengkong tentatively moved forward, approaching the Night Watchman with his still-bleeding palm.

The black threads floating and wriggling around the Night's Watch retreated slightly in fear, causing the Night's Watch to move back a little as well.

Zhang Fukong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Night Watchers who had undergone the mutation were now very afraid of his Qilin blood.

Tear the wound open a little, and Zhang Fukong watched the black threads react. He slowly approached the Night Watchman. Only when he got close did he notice the strange black threads, which grew densely from the Night Watchman's seven orifices, and even from the pores on his face and neck. The sight was disgusting and horrifying.

Perhaps because more blood was flowing out, the pressure emanating from the blood also increased. The black silk that had been baring its fangs and claws before withered away, and it became timid and submissive in the face of Zhang Fukong's approach.

Su Xingze watched quietly from the side, secretly criticizing the spineless behavior of these mutant bacteria. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the Night Watchman's hands, which were covered with dense mycelium, and no one noticed the regret that he hadn't quite concealed in his eyes.

Pity.

The resulting mutations from that pollution were far too weak; they barely even qualify as alien species, let alone pose a real threat to Zhang Fukong.

On the other side, after thinking for a while, Zhang Fukong took advantage of the fact that the mycelium was still afraid of his blood and tried to feed the blood to the Night Watchman.

Not long after the Night's Watchman ingested the blood, he began to convulse. About a minute later, the mycelium that had grown from his seven orifices and pores began to fall off continuously, and the Night's Watchman vomited violently during this process.

The commotion sounded as if the man was about to vomit his insides. The night watchman vomited out several pieces of black, rotten flesh, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Zhang Fukong stepped forward to inspect it.

The night watchman was weak and appeared to be deficient in qi and blood, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

"Big Brother!" Zhang Xiafei exclaimed in surprise.

As the night watchman began vomiting after taking the Qilin blood, the other members of the Zhang family tacitly entered the tent to check on him.

Zhang Xiafei's tone now clearly indicates that the people inside the tent are in a very bad situation.

Zhang Fukong completely abandoned his usual smiling tiger demeanor. He strode into the tent, his solemn gaze fixed on the person inside.

The person living in the tent had become a petri dish for the black mycelium. The lush mycelium grew out of his flesh and pores, and no part of his skin was visible.

Zhang Fukong paused for a moment, then said, "Burn it."

He recognized the man as the short man in the tomb who had shown disdain for Su Xingze and tried to fob him off with worthless jade ornaments.

Zhang Xiafei, unsure whether the black stockings were contagious, cautiously burned the person along with the tent.

They then checked on the other tents, and fortunately, none of the others were as badly injured as this person. The worst case was that the person's entire head was covered with mycelium.

These people's symptoms varied in severity, and Zhang Fukong had a general guess as to the cause of this situation.

This situation may be related to their blood concentration.

The Zhang family's bloodline restrained the black mycelium, so during its growth, the bloodline inherited within the Zhang family kept the mycelium inactive, allowing them to wait for their rescue.

But that person who died...

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Fukong's eyes.

After feeding the infected with Qilin blood and having others guard them, Zhang Fukong left the tent, picked up Su Xingze who was peeking out from the side, and asked in a cold voice:

"You picked these mushrooms today."

Su Xingze, suspended in mid-air, swung his toes, expressing his disgust at Zhang Fukong's behavior of bullying children by taking advantage of his height.

He blinked innocently and nodded, "It's me."

You can find out about this by asking the people who stayed behind at the camp; there's no need to hide it.

Zhang Fukong's expression shifted uncertainly. He was certain that there was nothing wrong with dinner tonight, and even the wild mushrooms in the soup were non-toxic or only mildly toxic.

They ate the same mushrooms, and he couldn't understand why some people got infected while others didn't.

What exactly are those strange black mycelium?

With a stern face, Zhang Fukong put Su Xingze down and said, "Think about where you picked the mushrooms. I'll take you to see the places where you picked them later."

After thinking it over, he concluded that it might be related to the location where the mushrooms grew, and that they just happened to eat mushrooms that were safe.

After saying that, he turned around to examine the vines and other things that had attacked them that night.

Looking at Zhang Fukong, who had his back to him, Su Xingze couldn't help but look at him as if he were an idiot.

Even after searching the entire area where he picked the mushrooms, he couldn't find anything wrong with them.

As he expected, Zhang Fukong gained nothing, whether it was the birds, insects, and vines that attacked them or the black mycelium that caused the Zhang family to mutate.

In the end, he could only conclude that these were the tomb-guarding beasts kept by the owner of the place, because their act of opening the main burial chamber had alerted them.

Su Xingze, the mastermind behind Zhang Fukong's conclusion, remained silent.

After their search yielded no results, Zhang Fukong led Su Xingze back to the camp. Several uninjured or lightly injured people had already bandaged the wounds of the others.

Zhang Fukong's good assistant stepped forward to report the situation.

"Two people were seriously injured in this battle. One had his left leg eaten away by a strange beetle, and the other had his flesh devoured by vines. Both showed signs of blood loss."

"The people in the tent, except for the one who was burned, all showed signs of depletion of vital energy and needed a long period of recuperation."

After understanding the situation, Zhang Fukong nodded with a stern face.

"We'll leave here tomorrow, take the wounded back first, and then continue cleaning the main tomb chamber in half a month after we've made all the necessary preparations."

Glancing at Su Xingze beside him, Zhang Fukong had a change of heart and told him to choose an item from the funerary objects he had brought out today. After leaving here, he could decide for himself whether to stay or leave.

The phoenix and the star array in the main tomb chamber are located there.

Su Xingze was surprised by this unexpected delight. He wasn't interested in the burial goods of the dead and simply chose two jade artifacts with no special patterns.

The next day, Zhang Fukong disguised himself at the cave entrance and led a group of weak wounded soldiers away.