After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

However, while they were picking, Mo Qinglan was not idle, wandering around to see if there was any danger.

"Professor, what are you doing?" someone asked.

"Don't you arrange for someone to look out for the wind? Aren't you afraid of danger?" Mo Qinglan asked with a smile.

"No!" At this time, they were happy to explain his doubts.

"Although the Dream Flower doesn't have strong attack power, it has a strong sense of territory. There will be no other polluting plants around it."

"Huh? Why?" This aroused Mo Qinglan's curiosity.

"The toxins in this thing are not only effective on humans, but also on plants and animals. If plants and animals are poisoned, it may not be as easy to clean up as us. Most of the plants will die slowly and the animals will faint. Here until they are consumed."

nice one! Mo Qinglan thought to himself, looking at the Dream Flower in front of him, he had a new idea in his mind.

"Pick more and leave some for me to use for experiments." He shouted to the people who were busy.

"it is good!"

From their skillful and cheerful movements, Mo Qinglan seemed to be able to feel that they were in a good mood.

He became interested in these dream flowers, and was also curious about how they walked in without knowing anything.

It's a good thing he reacted, otherwise, if this flower had other functions, such as sucking blood or something, everyone in his group would suffer.

The only good thing is that he has been letting the system record all the situations for him since he entered the contaminated area, so it is actually quite simple to know the whole process.

But now was not a good time. Mo Qinglan suppressed his desire to call up the record immediately, and instead walked towards the nearest dream flower.

He wanted to see the plant up close.

"Professor, wait!" Someone next to him stopped him.

"Huh?" Mo Qinglan turned to look at him.

"Professor, don't get too close to these flowers. If you do, bring this with you, otherwise you will easily fall into hallucinations." The man said as he took out a small bottle and handed it to him.

"Huh? Oxygen bottle?" Mo Qinglan expressed doubts.

"Yes, we have special equipment at the station that can process and compress the oxygen. I know you have mysophobia, so I won't give you my tube. You can find a tube and plug it in yourself." This person said to Mo Qinglan had dealt with him several times and knew some of his habits.

As for whether Mo Qinglan would have a suitable tube on his body, he was still sure of this.

People who sail abroad will always have some oxygen bottles with them, and there will definitely be no shortage of tubes.

Even if Mo Qinglan didn't bring a special tube for inserting an oxygen bottle, he could still use it by removing a section of the equipment he used for experiments.

So the man handed over the oxygen bottle and tied it to Mo Qinglan's body, then ignored it and turned around to continue his business.

Oxygen-producing equipment is not uncommon and can be found in almost all larger ports, markets and even larger stores, so Mo Qinglan didn't find it too strange.

He does have an oxygen tube on his body, but he didn't use it very much before. After all, he was really a homebody before.

He inserted the tube unskillfully, and after making sure he was in good condition, he walked into the flowers.

Mi Menghua was short, and the tallest one could only reach the top of his shoes. The lavender flowers looked harmless to humans and animals. Mo Qinglan squatted down and dug up the roots with a mini spade.

However, in an area as big as a palm, there are estimated to be about 200 grasses dug up in a ball of grass. The grass blades are lush, and the flowers on it are staggered. If you decorate it slightly, you can make it into a ball.

It's a pity that Mo Qinglan doesn't have the patience, he just wants to destroy the flower with his own hands.

However, after the bunch of flowers and plants were dug out, they began to change. Before he could do anything, the entire bunch of plants began to turn black from the tips of leaves and flowers, and then the black color continued to spread, and finally in just a few minutes , it rotted into a ball of black mud.

Mo Qinglan stared at this "black mud" for a long time. He always felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. Finally, he sighed, took a test tube out of the space, and carefully put it in. Take this ball of "black mud" in.