The mycelium spread out from An Zhe’s body. His clothes slipped to the ground along with the bullet casing pendant around his neck, making a slight noise. At the same time, a mass of white mycelium emerged from the neckline, rolling to the bottom of the bed and looking quietly at the dark hole.

As a mushroom, An Zhe had a vague perception of the outside world. Vision and hearing were integrated while smell and touch couldn’t be distinguished. It was no longer a picture or sound, a special touch. Human language couldn’t describe such changes.

The hole was covered with three layers of thin wire mesh, enough to block all small and large insects. However, it couldn’t stop a soft mushroom.

CHAPTER 34

Snow-white mycelium protruded and lightly rested against the surface of the metal mesh. Then it drilled in between the tiny crevices of the metal mesh. It was safe. At least here, there were no lethal weapons and just the mesh barrier.

After the first mycelium passed through the three-layered mesh and reached the pipe, the remaining mycelium also moved forward and gathered together because they were too soft and flexible, appearing in a newly liquid state. The snow-white tide permeated through all three layers of metal mesh and reunited behind it. A forward-extending pipe appeared in An Zhe’s perception. The wall of the pipe was smooth overall but some spots of rust had appeared and the smell of rust spread out, like the smell of blood. Wind was blowing from the end of the pipe.

An Zhe continued forward, his mycelium like tentacles against the wall of the pipe as he flowed forward smoothly. The pipe was straight and after turning at a right angle, it was still straight, He continued to move forward and a crossroad appeared in front of him. A horizontal, thicker pipe was connected to the current pipe he was in.

The wind was becoming bigger and the direction of the airflow was complicated, indicating that this huge pipeline system was like a tortuous maze.

An Zhe briefly hesitated before stretching out a long piece of mycelium that stayed in the pipe. Then he continued to move forward. Lu Feng might not think he was smart but An Zhe felt he wasn’t stupid. He decided to mark his path with this mycelium so that no matter where he went, he could return along the original path.

After making this decision, An Zhe was relieved and went through the intersection in his original direction. After a right angle, a faint light appeared from in front of him. An Zhe came to the source of light. It was another vent. The voice of a familiar newscaster was heard and it was likely he came to the vent of another person’s home.