Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 52 Flowering, fruiting
After Kevin left, Grape popped his head out of the closet he was hiding in. It should be said that he was indeed an explorer, and his survival instinct to hide when he heard the news helped a lot.

"It's the first time I've seen Andrea members who maintain normal social interaction."

Lyle tapped his head, which was an unconscious behavior. After his head became in this state, he had the habit of lightly touching his head with his fingers when he was thinking.

"It's really hard to imagine how those people communicate normally, but Mr. Gentleman should maintain normal diplomacy."

"No, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, Andrea is almost the same as hermit. Maintaining disguise and contact with humans is definitely a thankless thing."

"Then I can't choose, after all, my position can't be given up."

"Does Mr. Epidemic Doctor still have a job in human society?"

"Yes, the sheriff's job, the maintainer of social order."

"Is this your first step to secretly rule mankind?"

"I don't think like that, and, don't think of me and humans as two categories, I'm human too."

"I understand, I will assist your human disguise, but your inner part is different, please don't forget that."

It cannot be refuted, after all, normal people are not a soft-hearted egg.

The body has completely entered a state of hunger strike, and will not be hungry. Except for the complete calcification of the outer layer of the head, which has become a thin and crisp "egg shell", there is no discomfort in the limbs.

The tolerance to temperature has decreased, the feeling of hot and cold is more clearly, and there is a different sense of synchronicity according to the hot and cold.

When the temperature is high, the speed of action and thinking will speed up, and time will feel slower.Cold is the opposite.

In the afternoon, the temperature began to drop, and Lyle planned to go to Andrews, and there was no firewood at home to keep the temperature.

Lyle stretched his fingers to the emblem and fell to the ground.

Night has come, and his time slot has been extended to almost stillness.

.........

The first feeling I regained was a cold touch, which was attached to Lyle's face, followed by warmth, followed by the stinging pain of the sun shining directly into the slightly opened eyes.

When I woke up, it was the next day.

I slept on the ground all night. Fortunately, it was summer, and my body was healthy enough. Except for the stiffness and soreness of the joints and the slight neck stiffness, there were no other problems.

Um?neck?

After the head was egg-shaped, I could hardly feel this part, the palm of my hand pressed the back of the neck, and it disappeared, and the egg head disappeared.

Reaching out and rubbing his face, the familiar rough skin, thin cheeks, bridge of nose, and slender eyebrows feel familiar and clear, as if the egg-headed head was just an absurd dream, Lyle's heart filled with forgetting the day of the week. Trance.

Is it a nightmare?

Lyle dropped his hand and felt a slick that nearly slipped.

When I grabbed it, it was a round sphere, the size of a football, milky white, with a rubber surface. It was elastic and smooth when pressed slightly, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of mucus.

"what is this?"

"Your fruit." Grape stayed by Lyle's side, looking at the sphere curiously. Lyle was unconscious last night, and it has been guarding by Lyle's side.

"My fruit? What do you mean?"

"Sure enough, reading [-] books is not as good as traveling [-] miles. I don't know much about your race. In the past, I have always classified you as primates according to my own habits, but I'm afraid I need to revise my cognition again and again. Debating whether to kick your species out of the animal kingdom."

"Simply put, you bloomed last night, and the result is the one in your hand."

Lyle was so frightened that he threw the orb out of his hand, but picked it up before it fell to the ground, an instinct not to hurt it.

"Details, grapes." Lyle held the fruit in his arms, making sure there would be no accident.

"When the white moon appeared, the lump on your face burst, and a black rhizome like a plant grew out. At a position thirty centimeters above the ground, a flower bud was entangled. On the occasion of the red moon, the flower bud bloomed and the red moon ended. The fruit grows, the rest of the tissue wilts and becomes sandy, and your clonal work is done."

"........."

Is this a Nezha born?
Looking at the ball in his arms, it doesn't look like a living creature, is it just as the miracle said, a split child.

Can't feel the heartbeat, shakes up and down, and the inside is not fluid, solid.

Oh!It sticks to the hand, even if you don't hold it any more, and your arm swings in the air, it still sticks tightly to the palm of your hand.

Is it the effect of mucus? It looks like a thin egg white, so it shouldn't have such a big adhesive force.

Anyway, it's not okay to stick like this all the time.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the ball fell, hit the floor, caught the spring, and returned to Lyle's palm.

After rationalizing my thoughts, it seems to be the wrong way to use it.

Delusional egg.In other words, the test of thought control?
The mind is empty, the eyes are fixed on the ball, and the fixed vocabulary is thought.

It stuck again, not by slime, but more like some kind of biomagnetism.

The initial test was successful, which made Lyle a little surprised. He had a certain improvement in this "plug-in" talent.

The touch is just right, it would be nice if there was no slime.

The mucus on the surface seemed to evaporate, but it was actually absorbed by the sphere.

You can add a little mineral texture, preferably transparent.

The sphere became transparent, the rubber touch became glass, and Lyle could see the wooden plank under his feet through it.

It looks a bit like a snow globe.

Snowflakes appeared in the sphere, and Lyle recalled the music of the music box in Lyle's ear. In the center of the sphere was a little man holding a ball, it was himself. The ball-carrying villain...

Lyle shook his head, emptied his brain, and the infinite nest of dolls in the ball disappeared.

"So, some gold coins?"

A few orius lay inside the egg, but no matter how much he swayed, it couldn't come out.

Just decorations.

This ball seems to have no real value.

Perhaps to refute his words.

The surface of the egg oozes crystal mucus again.

When an unknown liquid appears in front of you, without understanding its true nature, a cautious person will not touch it.Reckless people, under the premise of judging their good looks, have only one choice in their minds.

Take a lick.

There is no taste, the taste is similar to the intermediate of water and tasteless jelly, and after eating, the body does not feel much.

Thought it would taste good.

The slime turned golden brown with a sweet taste.

Scrape a little lick with your fingers.

It's meat!The taste of meat!
Without hesitation, boil a pot of water, and if instinctively determine that it is harmless to the eggs, put it in the pot, add vegetables and seasonings, and cook on low heat for an hour, and the broth is ready.

Lyle was stirring the spoon while thinking, my talent, is the king of soup ingredients that let me go to the road of the God of Cookery from now on, relying on the mysterious slime?
out of the pot.

Fished out a large egg, watery and watery, the original vegetable seasoning disappeared, and the water was less than half.

been eaten?
Holding the egg the size of a basketball in my hand, the temperature is slightly higher than before, but it still cannot reach the body temperature.

Is this guy a slime?
(End of this chapter)