The Final Story of Miss Weird

Luo Ling had no objection, but she always felt that she had overlooked something and frowned deeply.

.......

"Xiao Yu? What's going on in the middle of the day?"

Mr. Huang, who was woken up in the middle of a nap, yawned, half leaned on the counter, and looked sleepy.

"Uncle Huang, is there something wrong with the contracted land at the entrance of your village? Why do they seem to be abandoned?" An Yu said, opening the freezer of the convenience store and taking out a popsicle.

An investigation is an investigation. You have to wake people up in the middle of the day to buy something.

"Is it just because of this? There's no problem with the contracted land, but we just don't plant it anymore." Uncle Huang waved his hand, "Who still grows vegetables now? Everyone is growing local specialties!"

"specialty?"

An Yu was stunned.

"White Ganoderma?" Luo Ling asked immediately.

"Yes, it is the white Ganoderma!" When Uncle Huang mentioned this, he immediately smiled.

"This is a good thing. Thanks to our Baiyan Village, we have a great place and a beautiful environment. It's just right for this white Ganoderma to grow. It wouldn't be possible in other villages!"

"When did you start planting?" Luo Ling asked again.

"Little kid, why do you like to ask so many questions..."

Uncle Huang grumbled in dissatisfaction. He was already very angry because he was woken up in the middle of the day, and there was also a little brat who liked to ask questions.

"Uncle Huang, this is our school's homework. You are the best. Please help me~"

An Yu immediately acted like a good boy. Uncle Huang seemed to be very pleased with this. He waved his hand and replied,

"Just two months ago."

Two months ago...

Luo Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

The "prophet" disappeared two months ago, and not long after his disappearance, Liu Songyi led a team to investigate.

I just started growing this specialty two months ago, and during this time I have been in touch with...

"Can you take us to see the specialty planting?" Luo Ling pondered for a moment and asked again.

"It's schoolwork, homework," An Yu grabbed a few popsicles and handed them to Luo Ling and Elsa, saying, "I'll buy a few more things. Uncle Huang, can you take us over to have a look?"

Although he didn't know why Bai was obsessed with this specialty, as a teammate, An Yu was still very cooperative.

"It's not impossible. It's not something shameful to see."

Uncle Huang looked at the fifty yuan that An Yu stuffed into his pocket, his eyes rolled around, and he put it away as if nothing had happened.

No change.

"Let's go, let me show you some of these little kids. Our Baiyan Village is counting on this specialty to become rich in the future!"

The store was some distance away from where the specialty products were grown. Uncle Huang and An Yu walked in front, while Luo Ling pushed Elsa and fell not far behind.

Along the way, An Yu and Uncle Huang kept chattering, but Luo Ling saw that Elsa's face was visibly pale.

"...Still feeling bad?"

Luo Ling asked softly.

After a moment's hesitation, Elsa whispered in his ear,

"It's still the same as being at my grandparents' house. I don't know whether to say I'm nervous or what... Anyway, it feels a bit like suffocation."

"arrive!"

Uncle Huang's powerful voice sounded. It seemed that he was in a very good mood after being praised by An Yu. He didn't even have much energy left after being woken up in the middle of the day.

Luo Ling raised his head, but found that this was just a nothing special corner of the mountain, without any special products.

Seeing Luo Ling's puzzled expression, Uncle Huang sneered disdainfully and said,

"White Ganoderma must be planted in a cellar. Besides, such a valuable and good thing must not be placed in a place where everyone knows."

He bent down, touched the ground, and felt a valve. He lifted it with force, and a cellar entrance appeared on the open space.

A strange and chilly wind suddenly blew up, bringing with it a stench of decay.

Elsa and An Yu couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses, while Luo Ling walked over calmly.

At the same time, a rapid beeping sound suddenly came from An Yu's backpack. Her heart tightened and she quickly put down her backpack and took out the compass that had been beeping.

At this time, Uncle Huang was still bragging about the preciousness and value of the specialty, while Luo Ling had already walked to the entrance of the cellar.

"Wait a minute, Xiaobai, wait! Don't go in!"

An Yu suddenly shouted in panic.

She held the strange wave calculator in her hands. The pointer on it pointed directly to the location of the cellar, and the sound it made was more rapid than ever before.

This means that the weirdness they encounter... may be more powerful than ever before.

"You can't go in, just take a look. If you break my treasure, I will definitely be angry with you." Uncle Huang was still chattering.

Luo Ling looked at the interior of the cellar in silence, then turned to look at Uncle Huang with a deep gaze.

Just as An Yu hurried over, she heard Luo Ling asking Uncle Huang a strange question.

"who are you?"

What who is who...Isn’t it just Uncle Huang?

This thought flashed through An Yu's mind, but as her eyes inadvertently looked inside the cellar, she suddenly understood why Luo Ling asked this question.

The midday sun was shining brightly, shining straight through the half-open cellar door and into the damp and cold interior.

——Shining on the face of Uncle Huang who died with his eyes open in the cellar.

A few pure white Ganoderma lucidum bloomed cruelly in his horrified expression.

Chapter 44 The Truth

A strong stench mixed with some strange sweet smell hit An Yu's nose, but she just felt nauseous and her stomach was churning.

She stared at the body of Uncle Huang in the cellar, then turned her head to look at Uncle Huang who was still chattering at the entrance of the cellar. A chill surged from the depths of her bones, and even her blood seemed to solidify at this moment.

If Uncle Huang has died in the cellar, then who is the Uncle Huang who is speaking now?

If Uncle Huang is still alive, then whose body is in the cellar?

The beeping sound of the strange wave calculator never stopped, as harsh as a death bell.

"Big sister, why do you look so bad?" The living Uncle Huang asked in confusion, "Are you exposed to the sun? Why don't you go to the cellar to cool off? Just be careful not to touch my treasures."

An Yu lowered her head slightly and looked at the body of Uncle Huang, who was called a treasure, in the cellar.

His bulging eyeballs were bloodshot, and a few small white Ganoderma lucidum buds were squeezed out of the eye sockets next to them.

Wait, this white Ganoderma lucidum...

Very familiar.

An Yu seemed to have thought of something and finally couldn't help vomiting.

"vomit..."

The soup she drank at noon and the Lingzhi she ate... were they also these "specialties"...

With a look of horror on her face, An Yu pressed her abdomen and scratched her throat, trying to pour out everything that was churning in her stomach.

A few drops of bitter juice dripped onto the ground, dotted with a hint of blood.

"Big sister, are you okay? Do you want to go see Doctor Wang?"

Uncle Huang looked nervous and walked forward slightly, wanting to come over and support An Yu.

But before he took a few steps, the dagger held in Luo Ling's backhand flashed and cut the opponent's arm.

"..."

"I, I'm going to call Doctor Wang now. Sister, wait for me!" Uncle Huang was at a loss, his face full of panic. "Little girls, you guys take care of the sister first, I'll be back soon..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and was about to leave.

"An Yu, he is no longer... the Uncle Huang you know." Luo Ling said lightly.

Hearing this, An Yu suppressed her discomfort and reluctantly raised her head to look at Uncle Huang. Her eyes fell on his arm, and a look of misery and sadness appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"how so..."

The so-called living Mr. Huang, whose arm was cut by Luo Ling, did not bleed, but instead flowed out milky white sticky threads.

Under the ordinary skin, flesh and blood have been replaced by "Puppet Rumor", which is exactly the same as Li Tianming and Wu Qin.

The living "Uncle Huang" is just a role played by livestock.

The real him has been buried in the cellar and has become nourishment for the "White Ganoderma".

"Why, he looks exactly like the old man Huang I know..." An Yu cried with a trembling voice, "Why is he weird... This is impossible..."

"..."

Luo Ling remained silent. She knew very well that this was Puppet Yao's ability.

Read memories, imitate behaviors, replace oneself, absorb nutrients, and accumulate strength for it that is still dormant.

Looking at "Uncle Huang" who was walking away, Luo Ling turned to look at Elsa and nodded.

"Let's do it."

The distance is far enough.

The awakened "Uncle Yellow" cannot be allowed to return to their tribe.

Elsa nodded slightly, raised her hand slightly, pointed at the distant "Uncle Huang", and uttered a word with a strange pronunciation from her mouth. This was the first time she opened her mouth to speak.

"Fear."

“Uncle Huang’s” figure froze.

"Extinction."

"Uncle Huang" fell down slowly.

The battle ended quietly.

However, Luo Ling and An Yu are in a position where they will not be affected by Elsa's ability. If they get closer to "Uncle Huang", they will probably be affected as well, and the consequences will be not much different from "Uncle Huang's" fate.

An Yu wiped away her tears and forced herself to calm down.

She looked at the corpse in the cellar, hesitated for a moment, and was about to go down, but was stopped by Luo Ling.

"Don't go in, the situation inside is very complicated." Luo Ling said in a deep voice.

She had gotten a little peek into the cellar through the spores, but not much.

As soon as the spores entered the cellar, they were severely disturbed, and Luo Ling could only hold on for a few breaths at most.

But it was these few breaths that allowed Luo Ling to get a glimpse of the true appearance of this cellar.

...This is not a cellar at all, perhaps it should be called...an underground cave.

In an almost endless area, white Ganoderma lucidum is everywhere, densely packed together.

What's even more terrifying is...the soil beneath these white Ganoderma lucidum is full of rotten flesh and corpses with tragic deaths.

The entire underground cave was filled with a thick smell of corpses, and Luo Ling, who only used spores to feel it slightly, almost couldn't bear it.

If there really is hell in the world, it would probably look like this underground cave.

Luo Ling had some vague guesses, but these guesses were somewhat scary... and cruel.

"Wait, if Uncle Huang is dead, then Grandpa and Grandma..."

At the same time, An Yu also realized this, and her emotions, which had calmed down, became flustered again.