Chapter 1012 The Fairy and the Violin

In the summer when she was five years old, one evening, Qiao An accompanied her grandfather for a walk by the pond, when she happened to hear the faint sound of a piano on the way.

Out of curiosity, he followed the sound of the violin into the depths of the grass, and finally saw a little fairy that looked like a firefly playing the violin on a rush growing by the pool, playing the violin with its tail flickering. Fluorescent, as if beating the beat for his own performance.

The young Joan was stunned by the spectacle, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, and subconsciously called his grandfather to come and see.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he yelled, the little fairy was alerted, immediately put away the instrument, flapped its wings and flew away, like a faraway firefly, flashing and disappearing into the depths of the reed-grown pond.

After my grandfather arrived, he heard Joan's description and told him that it was a "Grizzly", a very rare goblin.

Joan kept this name in mind, and for a long time afterwards, every summer night when the weather was clear, he would always run to the pond for a stroll, and when he saw something shiny, he ran over excitedly, hoping to see the Grizzlies again.

However, the result always disappointed him. It was just an ordinary firefly.

After nearly ten years, he never saw a goblin again.

As the years passed, his memory gradually became blurred, and he even doubted whether he had actually seen Grizzlies. The adventure that summer night might have been just a beautiful illusion, and he mistook ordinary fireflies for the "Grizzlies" that his grandfather called. .

Seeing Gree Jing again after ten years, Qiao An was finally convinced that the childhood adventure in Xia Ye was not a hallucination, and it was a small knot in his heart.

However, when he thought that the old man who accompanied him for a walk by the pond in his hometown was no longer alive, ten years had passed like a dream, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed in his ears, which made him want to cry.

Joan took a deep breath, forcing her inner emotions to calm down.

Looking up at the mushroom building, I found that the fungus children were also attracted by the sound of the piano, and they crawled out of the mushroom hole one after another, grabbed a mycelium near the entrance of the hole, and slid down with a swipe. A stupid child who fell to the ground with a sound, his fat and white body was covered with mud.

Fortunately, the soil at the root of the mushroom is very soft and covered with a layer of cotton-like fluffy moss, so it will not be broken.

After falling to the ground, the mushroom kid got up in a hurry, shook off the dust on his body, ran to Holden with childish steps, looked up at him, held hands, formed a circle, and danced to the sound of the piano.

The scene in front of him reminded Joan of the hallucinations he had sensed from the tentacle monster through "synesthesia", and the similar hallucinations that occurred when Holden was poisoned later.

The weird scene in the hallucination and the real happy scene in front of him overlapped in Joan's mind...

He couldn't help but wonder why the "psychedelic spores" of the mushroom man would cause the poisoned person to have certain hallucinations. Most of them are a group of mushroom figures holding hands and dancing in circles?

If this is not a coincidence, Joan has reason to make a bold guess:

The "psychedelic spores" of the mushroom man are not a hallucinogenic drug in the usual sense like "Phantom Dew", which prompts the smokers to randomly have absurd hallucinations, but uses the spores as a medium to control a specific group of people from the mushroom man family. Childhood impressions that are generally deeply missed are implanted in the minds of users and played back repeatedly.

This is not so much "hallucinogenic", it is more like forcing smokers to share memories of myconid's childhood.

If you look at this issue from the perspective of the fungus man, through hallucinogenic spores, to convey the best childhood memories in your heart to strangers, maybe it is showing kindness instead, hoping that the other party can recover from the situation where the fungus children sing and dance. Pure childlike innocence, put aside hostility and prejudice, and live in harmony with the mushroom people.

It's a pity that the joys and sorrows between human beings are still incommunicable, and it is even more difficult to reach an understanding in cross-species communication.

Those beautiful memories conveyed by the mushroom man through the hallucinogenic spores are too weird and terrifying for species other than the mushroom man, as if trapped in an indescribable nightmare, unable to extricate themselves, the final effect is similar to poisoning.

Of course, these are just Joan's guesses, and it needs to conduct in-depth research on the mushroom people to verify whether the guesses are true.

At this time, Holden finished playing the violin. In the surrounding "Mushroom Building", the spontaneous accompaniment Griffins also played the last note, put down the violin, and applauded Mr. Poet's wonderful performance.

Holden put away the violin and found a group of mushroom figurines trying to climb up his trousers, so he picked off these overly enthusiastic little fans and put them back on the ground.

"All right, all right, kids, that's all for tonight's show, time to go to bed."

The mushroom kid and the goblins were crazy about playing, so they ignored his persuasion and flew around joyfully, scurrying around.

Joan and the others stood where they were and didn't dare to move, lest they accidentally step on a mushroom kid or a Grizzly that crawled around their feet like a spider, they were very helpless.

At this moment, the spore monitor lizard, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened its mouth wide, spraying out a large cloud of silver spores.

The silver cloud spread rapidly, covering Joan and the others as well as the naughty little ghosts around them.

The old and majestic voice of the fungus king echoed in everyone's mind at the same time.

"Troublemakers! Go back to your cave immediately, and don't disturb my distinguished guest again!"

There was a tide-like sigh from all around. Although the mushroom kids and goblins were very reluctant, they obediently obeyed the instructions of the fungus king and flew back to the nest, or crawled back to their own mushroom holes along the mycelium.

The mushroom circle, which was full of joyous songs and laughter just now, became extremely silent.

Joan and his party turned to face the spore monitor lizard, expecting the fungus king to show his real body.

Just as their eyes were focused, the spore monitor lizard slowly opened its mouth, and a small figure stood in the lower jaw of the monitor lizard, nodding and smiling at them.

The four of them took a few steps forward at the same time in order to see the appearance of the man clearly.

The creature in the mouth of the monitor lizard is only about one foot tall. It looks like a young fungus man, but it has an old face. The mushroom cap on its head resembles a gray bamboo hat. It holds a wooden stick in its right hand, and strokes its chin with its left hand. A strand of mycelium like a snow-white beard, quite a bit of fairy style.

Joan, Hailaer, and Zion siblings all showed surprise on their faces.

No one expected that the mysterious fungus king had been hiding in the mouth of the spore monitor. No wonder he could erupt psychic spores at any time and communicate with them telepathically.

After marveling at the scheming of King Fungus, everyone couldn't help laughing in unison.

The image of King Fungus was far beyond their expectations, not only did not have the expected mighty domineering, kingly demeanor, but looked like a wretched and treacherous little old man.

The contrast between image and identity is so strong that it makes people laugh.