So many poisonous mushrooms, are you blind?

The wizard outside the door couldn't help but want to grab this guy's collar and complained viciously.

In southern Yunnan Province, known as the best mountain delicacies, there are few natural disasters and man-made disasters than toxins. The mountain delicacies and mushrooms all over the mountains and fields have been ruined and even killed by them.

The group of poisonous mushrooms that are approaching inch by inch are not only poisonous, but also releases more deadly spores. Looking back, there are almost no less than a hundred kinds of those brightly colored poisonous mushrooms.

There is no fire under the rapidly mature small umbrella, and smoke from various colors gathers together and tangles each other to form a strange color.

Spores can not only cause hallucinations, lethargy, allergies and respiratory problems in people, but also take root and sprout in people and plunder nutrients.

You can imagine that spores smaller than dust drill into the pores, and countless myceliums burst out under the skin, and huge fruit bodies grow. The whole person may not be human in an instant. He died suddenly and was occupied by countless myceliums, and he could not even save him, just like he turned into a cordyceps.

During the entire growth process, mushrooms not only do not require photosynthesis, but also consume a lot of oxygen, release carbon dioxide, and soak in sewage from countless spores, which has a strong irritating effect on the growth of mushrooms.

"Be careful of those spore cigarettes, don't let them get stuck, break the window immediately, and we will escape."

Seeing large areas of mushrooms entering the maturity stage and sprinkled a large number of spores, Zhao Ziwu's face changed drastically, and he threw out several paper talismans. The flying ashes produced by spontaneous combustion could not stop the overflowing sewage and the continuous siege of various mushrooms. He saw that the door of the guest room was blocked tightly by poisonous mushrooms and mixed spore smoke.

It is impossible to forcibly rush out. The fat mushrooms are spore bombs one by one. With a slight touch, all the spores will be released at once and quickly fill the entire guest room, making people unable to avoid it.

"No hurry, just some mushrooms."

Li Bai was about to start, condense a small fireball or something, gather the spore smoke flying all over the sky and burn it clean, and evaporate the sewage all over the ground, so that the mushrooms can be dehydrated collectively.

Dryness is the enemy of fungi. Even if photosynthesis is not required, these mushrooms will still not grow without water.

The phone rang.

I was busy touching my cell phone inside and outside the door.

"Not mine!"

Zhao Ziwu, who ran to the window and was about to pick up the chair, shook his head at Li Bai.

The wizard singing a weird nursery rhyme outside the door said in a sharp voice: "It's not mine either!"

"mine!"

Li Bai picked up his phone and pinched the magic trick with one hand.

"Hi, is it Li!? The takeaway is here. I'm already on the third floor. Is your room 313? Hello, who are you? Please show your ID, Hi, Hi, stand there, raise your hand, and lie on the wall. I'm the RCMP, Holy-shit!"

Then several gunshots of the tumbling work echoed in the corridor outside the door. When a buzzing sound was heard, a embarrassed figure fell heavily in front of the guest room door, and the blood slowly overflowed under his body. Then the whole person was occupied, covered and wrapped by various mushrooms. It was difficult to see the human figure anymore. After the mushrooms driven out of control, they naturally backfired.

The spell method was finally completed. A dry hot wind swept by, all the spores were steamed and completely lost their activity. The mushrooms that were constantly exploding stopped instantly, and the temperature immediately returned to normal. The sewage dried up, leaving behind large pieces of ugly stains. The mushrooms withered in pieces, no longer produced spore smoke, and the terrible threat disappeared.

Li Bai and Zhao Ziwu in the guest room looked at each other.

The wizard outside the door was actually shot dead by a RCMP on the spot, and was shot several times, and he could not die again.

I really think that the police in capitalist countries will be polite to you like the police in socialist countries. The spoiled giant baby thought was brought abroad, but his mentality was not adjusted. It was really a way to die, and he died very unfairly.

Just in response to the saying, no matter how high the witchcraft is, it will not work even if the witch comes.

"Hi! Is it Room 313?"

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, wearing a red uniform, was holding a pistol with a smoke that had not yet dissipated in one hand and a large bag of takeaway bags in the other. He was looking left and right outside the door in confusion, confirming whether the completely decayed and messy guest room was his destination.

The world is difficult now, and even the RCMP has to earn extra money and subsidize the household income. This is not a personal private action, but a private act for the public to be abolished, but an official move, which is called the "RCMP-Eats (RCMP diet plan)".

Just knocked on the door to the Huaxia Security Bureau: Hello, there is a courier!

But Canadians are really delivering takeaways, this is amazing!

"Yes, this is 313, I am Lee, thank you, Mr. Police."

Li Bai walked over and took the takeaway bag while handing over the tip, 10 Canadian dollars.

If the traitors of the Jiuzhou Metaphysic Society have learned about it, they will have to have a mouthful of old blood to vomit.

"You have to praise it! Dear!~"

The young Royal Mounted Police took the tip and smiled and gave Li Bai a thumbs up, using Chinese.

The food delivery task is achieved!

There are Chinese people in Canada everywhere, and it is still easy to learn one or two Chinese. The Chinese lady who didn’t see the customs was also trying to pick up her lost Chinese again, caught Li Bai and chatted a few words, and then exercised her Chinese proficiency. As the saying goes, both public and private are not bad.

“No problem, perfect service!”

Li Bai took out his cell phone in person, gave him five points of praise and liked it.

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police personally escorts you food delivery, what other bicycle do you need!

If it were the local Chinese, the Security Bureau knocked on the door: "Dear, if there is a express delivery, please check it!"

Now the Royal Mounted Police, who had delivered the takeaway, was working. He had no problem with him lying on his feet a body wrapped in with withered mushrooms. After delivering the takeaway, he started his job.

Just a moment ago, the other party was still a living person. After being shot a few times, he was covered by crazy mushrooms, and he could not see the person's appearance at all.

A strange case like this was originally within the business scope of the RCMP.

If Li Bai hadn't had a precisely controlled low-end version of the burning flame spell that killed the mushrooms and spores and would have never grown again, I didn't know that the powerful Royal Mounted Police would have to suffer a great loss.

"Call 748, 748, a police attack occurred on the third floor of the Yosher Hotel. The suspect has been shot dead. I need a professional to deal with it. It is very strange. The surface of the body is covered with mushrooms. Oh God, I must be under too much pressure and hallucinations."

After the report, the young RCMP rubbed his temples, which was simply too bad. Such a fragile appearance was completely different from the decisive killing of the murderer just now.

"Mr. Police, if you can, you can sit here for a while, coffee, or tea, and some snack."

Of course, Li Bai would not let the other party continue to stand stupidly at the door of his room, but instead offered an invitation.

"Is that OK? Then I'll bother!"

The exhausted RCMP was invited to the guest room. Li Bai made a cup of coffee and a plate of macarons brought from France, and then he opened the large bag of takeout with Zhao Ziwu.

I ordered the Subway fancy sandwich bread, of course not the subway, it is equivalent to a simple fast food like a hot dog buffet, and the whole bag of paper boxes is full of them.

Half of them were given to the two witches next door, Li Bai and Zhao Ziwu each took a portion, and while eating, they waited for their colleagues of the Royal Mounted Police.

After all, there was a corpse covered with withered mushrooms lying outside the door. The door of the room urgently needed repairs, so maybe I had to change the room.

Half a bag of sandwich bread is naturally not enough for the two demons to get between their teeth. However, the Qingyao demon storage dragon scale and Hong Li's little demon storage ring have enough storage, and can even go to the Lizhu space to make whatever you want, and Li Bai doesn't need to worry too much.

After waiting for a few minutes, a group of professionals arrived at the hotel and filled the entire corridor.

Some people collected the remains of mushrooms with brushes, shovels, tweezers and various small containers, some carefully wrapped the dead and weird corpses, some people kept taking pictures with cameras, and some people were holding small notebooks and recorders on the spot to ask Li Bai and the two of them and the Royal Mounted Police who killed the wizard, each performing their own duties.

When these police officers began to evacuate, the vehicles passing through the road outside had become sparse, and it was already late at night.

The hotel owner stood in the corridor on the third floor, looking at the decaying door of the original 313 guest room, scratching his head, and sighing constantly.

It was simply a disaster. I could only call the insurance company to come and take a look tomorrow. I don’t know how much insurance compensation I can get. Fortunately, his entire hotel is insured, and there are more than one.

"If anything, call me."

William Jefferson Clinton, a young RCMP codenamed 748, was the last one to leave. Before leaving, he left a business card for Li Bai who had changed his guest room.

He is a kind-hearted young man.

"Thank you, if anything really happens, I will."

Li Bai took the business card and watched the other party leave.

"Li Bai, I found out that you killed Ma Zimo, a master of the Jiuzhou Xuanxue Society, "Wuliang Sanren". Ni, this is a big shot."

Zhao Ziwu did not leave. He had been with Li Bai all the time. How could he leave after such a big thing?

When the Canadian police handled the corpse at the door and filed the case, he was constantly in contact with the headquarters of China.

The headquarters of the 507th Institute was also shocked. You should know that Li Bai had just landed and had not had time to launch a formal action, but was targeted by the people from the Jiuzhou Metaphysical Society.

Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise the traitors would have been ruined in vain.

Li Bai said without hesitation: "Well, it's a little better than the witch who plays with the Black Tiger Bee. Has she defected?"

He was still thinking about the other party's bee pupa, and frying it in a pan, it was so fragrant-
Chapter completed!