The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2642 Mayfly World (End)

Chapter 2642 Mayfly World (End)

Fungi have another advantage, which is that they grow much faster than ordinary plants. There is no need to wait for a half-year growth cycle. With Smith's cooperation, the experiment soon produced results.

The answer is yes, but it still needs further improvement. At that time, Pamela put in ordinary fungi, which are the shiitake mushrooms that people often eat. Schiller mainly considered that this kind of mushroom looks more friendly, and even if there are some shape mutations, it will not be too ugly.

But he obviously underestimated the range of mushroom mutation. Those who didn't know would think the mushrooms that grew were grenades.

The entire shiitake mushroom is no longer a flat round shape, but a tall oval shape with countless terrifying black and purple protrusions on it. Even if Chinese people come here, they will not first consider whether this thing is edible.

Appearance is indeed a big problem. If a product is too ugly, even if it is claimed to be a longevity medicine, it may arouse public suspicion, and it will be difficult to conduct clinical trials alone.

After repeated experiments, Smith discovered that the shape of the mushrooms would depend mainly on the base used for cultivation. In other words, the mushrooms would grow into the same shape as the corpses of monsters and demons.

The Black Ghost Lady was a purple-haired zombie, so the mushrooms that grew from it were naturally black and purple, and looked very scary. Later, they found the corpse of an animal monster, and the mushrooms that grew from it were golden, which looked much better.

Schiller thought that Chiyou was also a tribal leader. According to Yinglong's description, he was not too ugly, although he had horns on his head and looked different from modern humans. However, the aesthetic taste of mushrooms is different from that of humans. As long as the mushroom does not look completely unappetizing, it's fine.

After finding out that this worked, the S.H.I.E. brought more samples for Smith to experiment with, and they discovered that the mushrooms grown by ordinary humanoids and animal spirits were quite ordinary. Schiller and his team were unlucky, as they picked a thousand-year-old zombie. No matter how they grew the corpses of these monsters, they could not grow anything that looked edible.

As for the efficacy of mushrooms, it is also related to the basic structure. If the corpse is flesh and blood, and some energy is poured into it, the mushrooms can inherit and preserve the energy very well, which can enhance human's magical affinity. Taking it internally can slightly improve immunity, but the effect of external application is better. The best effect is scar removal. No matter what kind of scar it is, it can basically be restored to its original state.

If the corpse itself is an energy entity condensed from spirits, similar to a compressed version of a demon, the cultivation and growth of mushrooms is very difficult and the survival rate is very low, but the effect is the best and can truly achieve the goal of prolonging human life.

As for those zombies, the mushrooms they grow are all poisonous. At the mildest, they can cause limb convulsions; at the worst, they can lose consciousness. It is visible to the naked eye and can be used as poison as long as the quantity is large enough.

However, some poisonous mushrooms are useful. For example, they can relieve pain, induce sleep, and even keep people in a dormant state with the lowest power consumption without harming the human body. They are completely non-addictive and can replace many sedatives.

These mushrooms can more or less change people's affinity for magic, but improving magic affinity does not mean that one can learn magic immediately. The magical talent of the subject remains unchanged, and active use of magic is still not possible. It just increases the degree to which the object can accept magic, so at least one will not feel dizzy when sitting in a portal.

After so many experiments, the Shenmao Bureau has a rough idea, but Chi You is after all not in the same league as these low-level monsters and demons, so in the end, facts will have to speak for themselves.

Then there is the last problem that needs to be solved, which is where to place Chi You after he is moved out. Leaving him in the open air is definitely not an option. The Shenmao Bureau envisions that although he will not be buried so deep, he should be placed in the mountain and set up with many obstacles to ensure safety.

Strange thought this method was very good, but he was still hesitant when facing Zheng Xian. After Zheng Xian asked a few questions, he found out that although the drawings were good, they could not be built.

After so many days of planning and designing in the village, Strange realized how troublesome this was.

First of all, we need to build a road, and a road that connects the three villages. That would indeed be a magical road to heaven, but the wizards cannot build it anyway.

It’s not that they don’t have the ability, the key is that it’s too troublesome. In some places, you can obviously just push the house and walk there instantly, but the villagers don’t want to, can you still force it?

Not only is it not allowed to push through the house, but people are also unwilling to pass by the house. Not only the house, but also passing by the field, even passing by a tree, is not allowed. If you ask, they will tell you that it is an inheritance from ancestors, and you will destroy the feng shui if you pass like this.

Some people think that building a road is a good thing, but they insist that the road pass through somewhere near their home, otherwise they will not allow it to be built.

The route planning map was barely completed, and it could be built without considering the materials and labor. However, it was not just a road to be built. Laboratories, greenhouses, and factories had to be built. It was impossible to build each one at such a high cost.

Wang often went to the village chief to coordinate, but the village chief was also very distressed. The people living in these villages were ordinary people, not saints.

With generations of lack of education and a stagnant lifestyle, most people think that if you want us to be rich, why not just give us money? Why not just give us what we need? Why go to all this trouble?

In the end, everyone was unanimously opposed, but were reluctant to give up the supplies provided by the mages, and wanted this today and that tomorrow.

These three villages are not large in area, have a small population, are far apart from each other, and have a large height difference. Construction is already very difficult, and if everyone makes a request, the work cannot be done.

Strange has been talking a lot these past few days, but there has been basically no progress. The wizards are not very good at this kind of thing, so apart from barely building a path, they have done nothing.

Although Strange was a little impatient, these three villages were his teacher's hometowns after all. He still reminded Zheng Xian not to be too tough and to be more considerate of the villagers when starting work.

Zheng Xian thought he was hesitating about something big, but it turned out to be just a small matter. He waved his hand and said nothing, which made Strange wonder how he was going to solve this problem.

Unexpectedly, in less than a week, the villagers' work was done and everyone applauded and welcomed the construction team.

Moreover, there were no powerful mutants or wizards among the engineering team. They were basically ordinary people, and they used ordinary machinery. It didn't look high-tech at all, but they almost hollowed out the entire mountain at a speed that Strange could hardly imagine.

This made the mage next to him dumbfounded. Speedrun, huh? Are you the mage or am I the mage?

I have to admit that the whole process has a kind of orderly beauty that mages do not have. For example, if the mages want to destroy a mountain, they can use magic to blow it up, but after the explosion, they cannot control where the rubble will fall.

Of course, you can also use space magic for cutting, which is neat and tidy enough, but basically no one except the great wizard can cut very accurately. If you give them a blueprint accurate to microns, most great wizards still can't do it so finely.

But these ordinary workers did not have the same powerful strength as the mages. They could not even lift a big stone by themselves. But they first set up scaffolding and installed directional blasting explosives, perfectly collecting every piece of shattered stone and transporting it out, and then replaced another group of people to conduct soil inspection and continue to build scaffolding.

After cleaning the surface, large machinery is put into use. Some people are responsible for observation, some are responsible for inspection, some are responsible for starting, and some are responsible for finishing. Everyone knows what they are supposed to do, and is very clear about the purpose of their actions and the consequences they may lead to. They can also take collective responsibility for the results.

Observing such a work process is an ultimate enjoyment of the beauty of order, because it is as if seeing how the people on this land built such a glorious civilization over millions of years.

At first, there were only some younger mages who had nothing to do and were watching from the sidelines. Later, great mages also came. They had been practicing for a longer time and were further away from human society, so they were more easily shocked.

In the end, Ancient One also came back. Just like she had done hundreds of years ago, she stood on a distant ridge in the chilly wind, watching one after another ordinary people, as tiny as ants in her sight, carrying things on their shoulders, ordering people around, and in a time that seemed to have stopped, they used the sand in everyone's hands and the footprints left under their feet to build a great civilization that was beyond the reach of even the gods.

Strange looked at his teacher and saw a special light flashing in Ancient One's eyes. Through this light, he seemed to see how the imperial teacher in gorgeous clothes stood on the misty tower hundreds of years ago and watched the rise and fall of a glorious dynasty.

At that time, standing behind her were civil and military officials, and in front of her was an enormous dragon. The clouds were thick and the air was filled with the damp and cold breath of wood.

The memorial was placed on the altar, with ancient characters written on it that people could not understand. Then heavy rain fell from the sky, heralding another year of good harvest.

"There is only me and God, there is no me and no God..." Ancient One sighed softly.

A deep voice responded to her, "You are the first person who dares to threaten me in the petition, and you will be the last one."

"People have almost forgotten about you." Ancient One's tone was calm, as if she was stating a fact. She said, "But they will never forget that they want rain."

"Most people always want rain and a good harvest, not war." Yinglong said, "So now we are still here, and Chiyou can only lie there."

"It is the majority of people who determine the fate of the gods." Ancient One said: "History has proved that I am right. Only what people believe in is God, and only what people want is a miracle. There is nothing else."

Strange couldn't understand Chinese, but he seemed to understand what the two of them were talking about, because every time his teacher spoke her native language in this tone, she was lamenting about the people or gods who had sunk into the long river of history.

"They are so small, but they are good at creating great things." Ancient One said: "They created civilization with their own hands, cultivated gods with their own hands, and spread all over the world, stretching endlessly, as if this world was born for them."

"But that's not a reason for you to threaten me in the letter."

“But didn’t you still end up getting rained on?”

"That wasn't for you either."

"There is no rain in this world that doesn't fall for me and for all living beings. If it does, then we should find another rain god."

"Do you think you can represent all living things?"

“I’m living for this.”

"Egomaniac."

Yinglong snorted, but stopped talking. After a while, he said, "What do you think Chiyou would think if he knew someone was growing mushrooms on him?"

"I only know that if it was the Shennong clan of Xuanyuan clan, they would be very happy, because they were also one of the myriad people, and they also lived for all living beings, and they know what they want most."

"But Chiyou is not like that. He only wants to win." Yinglong sighed and said, "Those who have gone against the will of heaven in ancient and modern times are all like this."

"Have they said what to do with the mushrooms grown from Chi You?" Ancient One suddenly turned to ask Strange.

Strange shook his head and said, "They didn't say anything specific, but I heard that they might want to make it into a vaccine."

“I heard that mushrooms grow more easily in humid places?”

As Gu Yi was talking, she turned her gaze to Ying Long. Ying Long stared at her and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

"What do you think of my essay?"

"You want to threaten me again?!"

The clown actor in the audio drama of this book is really amazing, and it has that flavor. You can go and listen to it.