global pollution

Civilization is the bloody journey of life struggling forward, and it is the belief that binds countless lives together.

When the firework finally rises, it will burn everything, and after a brief splendor the noisy world returns to its dead silence, leaving only a useless residue.

Every time he thought of this, he felt extremely empty in his heart, as if he wanted to die with this world.

But fortunately, even in such a desperate place, there is actually a last bit of hope.

He can often meet a sparse sea of ​​flowers, or suddenly grow flower trails when he touches the ground.

In Xia Ren's eyes, these twisted and deformed flowers looked extremely cute at this moment.

This is also the only proof that he can be sure that he is still alive.

But the flowers I saw today are slightly different.

They seem to be withering, the stems are limp and bent, and the leaves are a little wrinkled. If there are two plants like this, Xia Ren would think that the real owners of these dream flowers may be old people who are dying People, but there are dozens or hundreds of trees nearby, which is obviously abnormal.

He stepped forward and squatted down, brushing the branches lightly with his hands.

Xia Ren used to be able to enter other people's dreams through contact, but now he can't.

Xia Ren withdrew his hand, and saw a thin layer of yellow powder left on his fingertips, which looked like dust or pollen.

Of course, it is impossible for the flowers of dreams to have pollen, and the dust will not show such a pure and bright color, so these powders must be something else, maybe it is the culprit that caused these words to wither.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

The powder is lightly twisted between the fingers, and it has a silky texture of starch.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

By the way, the withered residue obtained by irradiating neurofungi with sapphires is exactly the same as this one!

But shouldn't the fungus in this state have been killed?

How can it reproduce and affect people's dreams.

Suddenly, he recalled the details of Zhao Mingyue's words.

The other party did not say that the transcendent thing could kill the fungus, but that it could inhibit the growth of the fungus!

Isn't the fungus completely killed?

But the old god Weibull should not lie, he will never allow the fungus to spread to other places.

Xia Ren was thinking about it, when he suddenly saw a soy-eyed thing slipping out of the drooping flowers in front of him.

He picked it up curiously, held it in the palm of his hand and looked at it, and his scalp felt a little numb.

"Isn't this thing the larva of the earth-burrower?"

So the owner of this dream flower is an infected person with atypical insectophobia?

But then, he realized that the larva in his hand was dead.

The first instar larva of the earth-burrower can grow up to the size of a little finger, but the larva in front of it is obviously malnourished. It is only the size of a soybean, and its body is still dry. It looks like there is no water. It should be milky white. The epidermis is yellowish due to lack of water, and the surface is full of dry wrinkles.

Xia Ren was surprised by this discovery.

"The reason why the first instar larva of the earth-burrower parasitizes in the dreamland of humans and absorbs power to pupate is because there are no natural enemies here, and no creature can threaten them. So how did this larva die?"

Unless the host dies and the larvae cannot absorb any nutrients, they will die.

Wait, can't absorb any nutrients?

Xia Ren looked at the listless flower in front of him.

And the yellow powder on the hand.

In my mind, an unbelievable idea appeared.

"It's these powders that robbed the dreamland of nutrients, causing the larvae to be unable to absorb nutrients...starved to death?"

He was startled, and then realized what kind of consequences his discovery would bring, and his heart was pounding suddenly.

Xia Ren couldn't wait to come to another sluggish flower that was also covered with yellow powder, and opened its petals.

In the flower core, there was indeed a skinny larva crawling, motionless, it must have died.

Xia Ren's eyes were wide open, and his breathing was a little short.

He checked more than a dozen flowers one after another, and found that they were all in a similar situation, with a severely malnourished earth burrower larva crawling in the flower core.

Looking at the sparse flower garden, Xia Ren realized that the owners of these flowers may all be patients from the quarantine area for atypical insectophobia.

So, the larvae are dead and in a sense they are cured?

Is there a cure for atypical insectophobia?

Before Xia Ren had time to be happy, he saw not far away, a flower that was extremely sluggish and began to wither, which meant that its owner had also passed away in reality.

"The neural fungus illuminated by the sapphire has degenerated into something else. Although it is not as powerful as the full stage, it also has the ability to kill people."

"Although the yellow fungus can snatch nutrients and cure the plague, its existence is another kind of plague?"

"Although atypical insectophobia is gone, people infected with the yellow fungus will still die. It's nothing more than a different way of dying..."

Xia Ren frowned, and when he was thinking hard, a silk thread hanging from the clouds floated in front of him silently.

"Spider silk?"

He noticed the thread, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to pull it.

Unexpectedly, the moment the skin touched the silk thread, they were tightly stuck together.

In an instant, he was pulled up into the dark clouds by the spider thread and disappeared without a trace.

This piece of land has once again returned to dead silence.

The wind howled in his ears, and Xia Ren was pulled by the spider's thread, not knowing where he was going to fly.

He came to an empty space, surrounded by terrifying invisible darkness, shining balls of light passing by in the distance from time to time, and a winged creature hiding in the darkness, laughing wildly.

But fortunately, the spider silk was pulled extremely fast, and after a while, the spider thread broke, and he was put on a cliff, and the empty space was at the bottom of the cliff.

Xia Ren stretched out his head to take a look, only feeling terrified.

The bottom is wrapped in creeping darkness, bottomless, as if it has no end.