150: Chapter 150 Shifting the Blame East

Lin Ye lowered the fire.

He was in no rush to retreat.

There was the scent of Blue Ball Algae near these giant mushrooms, and the spores were sparse.

Running blindly into the red-gray flocculent tide would only lead to running into parasites.

Zhao Mengmeng held the crossbow, guarding the rear: "Should we ambush Blake?"

"Not yet."

"He's chased us this far; are we still keeping him?"

"He is drawing the monsters for us."

Zhao Mengmeng glanced at the rolling spore tide behind them.

Blake was rushing along without covering his mouth or nose, attracting all the parasites along the way.

The more anxious he was, the more monsters followed behind him.

If they killed him now, the two of them would have to take on that group of red-gray parasitic beasts.

"Then let him run a bit longer."

"Mm."

"Does dying from running count as a work-related injury?"

"The USA will reimburse it."

Zhao Mengmeng's mouth twitched, and she forcefully stifled her laugh.

Laughter would attract things.

Lin Ye used his bone blade to cut open the second Blue Ball Algae, reapplying it to their masks and cuffs.

He then dripped the pale blue sap onto the edge of the fire pit.

The flame color didn't change, but the surrounding floating spores retreated further away.

Zhao Mengmeng watched him wrap up the Blue Ball Algae: "Do we need to save this?"

"Yes, there are only two and a half left."

"Is it enough for us to reach the Sixth Floor?"

"Not sure."

"Then we definitely can't let that bunch outside freeload off it."

Lin Ye glanced at her: "Do you think I would?"

"No, so I'm just enjoying the thought in advance."

A crashing sound came from the distance again.

Blake crashed through a cloud of spores.

His figure appeared next to a giant purple-glowing mushroom.

The gray-white hard shell on his left arm had spread to his shoulder, his muscles were bulging, and his speed was far beyond what it was on the Fourth Floor.

But his face had changed.

His whites were covered with gray threads, the skin at the corners of his mouth was cracked, and gray-white powder sprayed wildly from his nostrils as he breathed.

He saw the fire.

He saw the aluminum pot in front of Lin Ye and Zhao Mengmeng.

He even saw the clean, blank area beside them.

Greed and hatred exploded in Blake's eyes simultaneously.

He roared a sentence in the USA language.

The Great Xia Live Stream class representative quickly translated.

[He said, give that blue thing to him.]

Zhao Mengmeng raised the crossbow, aiming at his face.

"Get it yourself."

Blake couldn't understand Great Xia language, but he recognized the crossbow bolt.

He stopped at the edge of the spores, his chest heaving violently.

Gray-white flocculent flakes kept falling onto his shoulders, quickly melting into his skin.

He didn't cry out in pain; instead, he grinned, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Lin Ye!"

He shouted in Great Xia language, his pronunciation stiff.

"Give it to me!"

Lin Ye sat by the fire, holding half a bowl of mushroom soup in his hand.

He looked up at Blake.

"You are not worthy."

The same three words.

Heavier than when they were in the wilderness.

The Great Xia Live Stream exploded with satisfaction instantly.

[It's the "You are not worthy" again!]

[He's already turned into a gray-skinned monster and he still wants to snatch it? Who gave him the nerve?]

[Brother Eye is scolding people while holding soup; low damage, but maximum insult.]

Blake's cheeks twitched violently.

Tumors rippled beneath the hard shell of his left arm, and several pustules bulged on his shoulder.

He took a step forward.

As soon as his shoe tip landed, he saw the flickering reflection of the Nano-wire in front of Lin Ye.

Zhao Mengmeng's crossbow muzzle was steadily pressing against his eye socket.

Even more fatal, a dense rustling sound came from behind.

Several Split-headed Rock Sheep crawled out from the spore tide.

Shorter and flatter parasites lay on the mushroom roots, their heads splitting open, spewing gray powder.

Blake turned his head abruptly, the corners of his eyes twitching wildly.

These things were all drawn by him.

He wanted to shake off the herd, but he couldn't bear to leave the sterile zone around Lin Ye.

That blue sap could disperse spores.

As long as he snatched it, he could continue to get stronger and survive.

He had to snatch it.

Blake suddenly grabbed a piece of mushroom root from the ground and smashed it hard toward the fire pit.

Zhao Mengmeng pulled the trigger instantly.

Thwack!

The wooden arrow hit the mushroom root in mid-air, violently knocking it off course.

The mushroom root smashed into the black soil, stirring up a cloud of gray-white flocculent.

Lin Ye raised his hand at the same time, and the Dark Weaver short line shot out.

It wasn't aimed at Blake.

The anchor point nailed into the purple-glowing mushroom pillar beside Blake.

The Nano-wire tightened instantly, slicing through the outer skin of the mushroom pillar.

A large amount of deep purple mucus sprayed out.

A thick, cloying sweet smell suddenly spread out.

The surrounding parasitic beast herd immediately turned.

They completely abandoned the fire pit and lunged toward the area where the purple mucus and Blake were.

Blake's expression changed drastically.

Zhao Mengmeng's eyes lit up: "Nice, give him an extra meal!"

Blake roared, his left arm sweeping horizontally.

The first parasitic beast was smashed over by him, its split head spraying black powder.

Black powder hit his face, and he backhanded the monster, crushing its neck bone.

The second parasitic beast bit his leg.

He stomped and crushed its spine.

But more red-gray parasites surged out from the spores, completely submerging him.

Lin Ye didn't look again.

"Pack the pot, let's go."

"There's still half a bowl of soup left!"

"Bring it."

Zhao Mengmeng poured the mushroom soup into a bone canister, fastened the lid tight, and swung her backpack on.

The two of them took advantage of the chaos and passed through the low mushroom roots on the other side.

The repulsive zone of the Blue Ball Algae made the spores automatically give way.

The roaring sounds behind them were swallowed by the giant forest.

Blake's roar faded into the distance.

The two continued to penetrate deeper into the Fifth Floor.

The fungus forest was no longer level.

The terrain ahead dipped, forming a large area of glowing mushroom valleys.

The bottom of the mushroom valley was covered in thick white flocculent.

In the center, only a black stone ridge pierced through the flocculent layer, pointing straight into the distance.

Lin Ye's Left Eye scanned across.

The sea of white flocculent was almost entirely a blinding dark red.

The red spots on the black stone ridge were sparse, and the narrowest part was only one foot wide.

If one stepped wrong by half a step, they would rot into the pile of spores.

Zhao Mengmeng looked at that path, her expression ugly.

"Walking the tightrope again?"

"It's dirtier than a tightrope."

Lin Ye checked the remaining amount of the Dark Weaver.

There weren't many anchor points left, so he couldn't lay out lines on a large scale.

He cut a small opening in the last whole Blue Ball Algae.

The pale blue sap was applied to their shoe soles and pant cuffs.

"Step on the stone ridge, don't scrape the white flocculent on either side."

"Understood."

"Tighten your backpack."

Zhao Mengmeng moved the side-hanging bone canister to her chest, tightening the beast tendon straps.

Lin Ye strapped the aluminum pot upside down on the outside of his backpack.

The two stepped onto the black stone ridge.

The stone surface was slippery, covered in condensation.

The sea of white flocculent below rose and fell slowly in the cold wind.

With every rise and fall, a large amount of gray-white spores rose up.

The scent of Blue Ball Algae barely maintained a narrow safety zone.

Zhao Mengmeng kept her mouth tightly shut.

Her eyes were fixed tightly on Lin Ye's heels.

The middle section of the stone ridge was broken.

The gap was one and a half meters wide.

The white flocculent below was extremely thick, with something vaguely wriggling inside.

Lin Ye crouched down and threw down a black stone.

The stone fell into the white flocculent, silent and soundless.

Three seconds later, dozens of gray-white fungal threads stretched out from under the flocculent layer, dragging it into the depths.

Zhao Mengmeng's scalp tingled: "If we fall, that's it."

"Mm."

"Jump?"

"Jump, don't cause any vibrations."

Lin Ye used the secondary line of the Dark Weaver to connect to Zhao Mengmeng's side.

Not for pulling, just as a safety line in case of slipping.

He leapt lightly across the gap.

His toes touched the ground first, his body kept extremely low.

The stone ridge didn't move at all.

Zhao Mengmeng followed.

Her jump angle was slightly low, her boot tip grazing the edge of the gap.

A few grains of white flocculent were stirred up.

Lin Ye flipped his wrist, the edge of the aluminum pot accurately blocking the spores.

Zhao Mengmeng landed, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

"Almost turned myself into kimchi."

"Continue."

The two passed through the stone ridge and entered an open mushroom root platform.

A few clusters of clean, fleshy mushrooms grew here.

Beside them also grew half a Blue Ball Algae juvenile.

Lin Ye's Left Eye confirmed it was safe, and he dug out the juvenile.

Zhao Mengmeng quickly collected the mushroom flesh.

"Can we rest for ten minutes in this place?"

"Yes, don't build a big fire."

"Understood, a small stove."

Lin Ye used black stones to block the wind and lit a very small fire.

The aluminum pot was set up.

Mushroom flesh, dried Rock Sheep meat, and diluted Blue Ball Algae water were added.

The soup soon boiled.

The taste was lighter than before.

Zhao Mengmeng took a sip, and the soreness and numbness in her shoulders and neck dissipated.

She lowered her head to look at the back of her hand.

The color of the red spots caused by the poisonous rain had clearly faded.

"Does this soup really suppress pollution?"

"It's useful, but it can't replace medicine."

"That's still ridiculous enough."

The Great Xia Live Stream watched them set up the pot, and the barrage went completely crazy.

[Others are running for their lives on the Fifth Floor, while they are cooking a small meal!]

[The ceiling of wasteland mukbang!]

[Mushroom soup suppresses pollution, Blue Ball Algae repels spores; bringing these resources back will make Great Xia a fortune!]

[Brother Eye picks only clean goods; too steady.]

Lin Ye didn't eat much.

The remaining mushroom soup was poured into the bone canister for later use.

Zhao Mengmeng spread the clean mushroom slices on a hot stone to dry.

"Brother Lin, if you upload tonight, will you upload the Blue Ball Algae or the mushrooms first?"

"Depends on the situation."

"I choose the Blue Ball Algae."

"Why?"

"Saving lives is more important than tasting good."

Lin Ye glanced at her: "You've improved."

"Duh, it's not like I only know how to stuff my face."

Just as she finished speaking.

A scream suddenly erupted in the distance!

The sound was so shrill it was distorted.

It wasn't the roar of a monster.

It was a human.

Coming from the rear-left.

Zhao Mengmeng suddenly raised the crossbow.

Lin Ye instantly gripped the Fire Axe and covered the Blue Ball Algae sap.

The second scream came.

Closer, more distinct.

It was the United Kingdom Challenger Martin.

His voice completely tore through the dead silence of the entire fungus forest.

"Ah——!"