The Mushroom's Silent Struggle Chapter 35

In the dim red light, the six round black holes were staring at him like the compound eyes of an insect.

Adrian An took a step back subconsciously, and his back hit the metal table. His body was unstable for a moment, and his hand pressed on the epitaph. The words engraved on the epitaph brought an undulating touch. For some reason, this cold, lonely metal table that stood alone in the empty hall and held the ashes of the deceased made him feel safe.

Adrian An breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward tentatively, and came to the row of cave entrances.

He crawled into the entrance of the six pipes one by one, but still couldn't find any trace of mycelium. It was too thin, and after breaking, it would shrink backwards and be blown up by the wind. He didn't know where it would stick to. Moreover, this place was too dark.

Adrian An looked around blankly. On the four sides of this cylindrical space - in front of him, behind him, on his left, and on his right, there were six pipe entrances each, a total of twenty-four, leading to different directions. This was the origin of the entire city's ventilation system.