Little Mushroom Chapter 47 Novels & Stories

As soon as the pulley was turned, green tendrils opened wide like curtains, a light made of glowing mushrooms of various colors filled the whole place. The field that was pitch black was lit up by the beautiful neon colors. Giant trees lined up, there were also a few smaller trees, but still big enough to make room in them. Each tree has a door with a sign on top of the door, such as the Kitchen, Warehouse, Tool Case, and so on. Lillian approached one of the glowing yellow mushrooms and touched it gently with sparkling eyes. Phillip himself was so amazed at this sight, he looked around enthusiastically. Even Wiggy's annoying bugs look beautiful together with the neon glow of the mushrooms.

The oppressive hum of the Digital Palate was almost entirely absent here, replaced by a primal quiet that resonated with the Observer’s coded language. Lia knelt by a gnarled root, her fingers gently probing the soil. "Here," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet triumph. "It’s… it’s growing beneath this old root. It’s dark, and… dense, just like the description." Bima hurried over. Nestled in the damp earth, sheltered by the ancient root, was a cluster of mushrooms. They were unlike anything Bima had ever seen. Their caps were a deep, matte black, almost velvety in texture, and they were surprisingly large, some as big as Bima’s fist. They seemed to absorb the scant light that filter

Mira smiled “Take your time.” Samuel didn’t have any expectation for the food. It was just a polite gesture… but the flavor blew his mind. He was tempted to hide some of the mushrooms in his pockets and take back for his master. Jack came back carrying the basket. Mira followed behind…of course, she didn’t forget to throw the furs in space before coming in. “This is simply divine.” Samuel licked his fingers shamelessly as he finished eating the mushrooms. Mira bought Jack’s breakfast out as well.

He silently prayed that the mother and father in the arms of their God would protect the big sister. Unknown to the worried pair of children at the back of the tent. Sol Ming took a lot of mushrooms that she dug out yesterday and was thrown by the big guy somewhere because it was not to be eaten. After scanning the unknown and wild mushroom by the system, Sol Ming is informed it is the same as the wild type of mushroom from Country P. It wasn't deadly. It is a hundred-percent edible mushroom that can be eaten. Sol Ming has already an impression, so she will cook it along with the shrimps.

She grabbed a blood bag on the second drawer of the fridge and stuck a straw in it like a juice box, sipping and calculating her next move while nodding to the music playing in her ear. She finished the blood bag and threw the empty satchet into the waste bin. After a massive battle in her head between rice pudding and blood stew and Macroni, she settled for the former. She didn't like the the stress that came with making blood stew. Snake mushrooms, garden shrimps, pollen from Merlin's green flower, flying ants and of course blood. Not a stress she wanted to take in finding. After she was done, she went outside to wait for them, she hoped they would arrive today despite how unfriendly the w

The barrier dissolved. She was freed. The moment her foot touched the ground outside, the entire land transformed into a piece of dark enchantment. Twinkling little pixies flapped their wings and dove into the surrounding ferns. Miracle nearly lost her balance when a green mushroom popped up from beneath her footstep. A soft gradient of light glinted on its cap as it expanded, releasing a spray of spores that scattered across the ground. They didn't sprout immediately, but each time before she made another step, as if they were trying to lead her somewhere.

It wrapped around his hand almost covering the shirt cast. “Oh, thank you Landon! It feels so much better. It’s very sticky though.” He was trying to take it off his little cast, but it was stuck there nice and tight. “Don’t worry about it, it will come off itself. That mushroom is feeding off your pain. It’s a quindrike mushroom. You must heat them to get them active. It will die out soon enough and fall off.” Landon turned to his fire and kicked some of it out.

At that moment, Mia observed Timothy approaching, his gaze penetrating. Confronted by his intense stare, Mia cleared her throat and remarked, "It seems like the reishi mushrooms arrived just in time." Timothy glanced at her and spoke in a deep voice, "The reishi mushrooms have been used up. Monalize, I owe you one. If there's anything you need that I can do, just let me know." "Tim!" Luna suddenly interrupted, her tone tinged with panic. She couldn't shake the worry that Monalize might make unreasonable demands, such as seeking to become heiress of the Barrett family.

When I wake, as long as my body willed me, I would continue on, for me. My eyes blinked, but it was no longer dark the next time they opened. The rain had stopped, and wet soil filled my nose. It wasn't quiet. However, loud whooshing sounds came from the bottom of my tree stump. A cold, damp mushroom brushed my toes. I squeaked involuntarily. Slapping my hand over my mouth, the mushroom moved again and sniffed harder. A paw came through the tree stump and started to dig a hole.

One name was struck through, but not the one I expected. I bolted upright, scroll in hand, and raced back up the stone steps. The cold rush of the underground gave way to the warmth of the mansion, but I barely felt it. I found Muzan near the hearth, hunched over a mug of something that smelled like bitter herbs. “Muzan!” I shouted. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. “What happened?” I dropped the scroll in front of him. “This. Read it.” He scowled at the old text, but even he paled a little as his eyes scanned the words. He muttered something under his breath.