Night hung like ink, staining the streets webbed with tangled mycelium. Shi Lei strode forward, his footsteps raising silent ripples across the golden-green fungal carpet beneath him. The hyphae curled and unfurled, trembling as though in fear or lying in wait.
Fatty Wang was currently directing the laborers in pressing fungal ash into bricks, his forehead smeared with a greasy, luminous ointment. He swung a brick and shouted right out: "Boss, look! These 'debt-repayment bricks' can ward the house and draw—agh!"
A clump of vines suddenly burst forth from the seams of the bricks! These were no ordinary plants; they were strung together from countless corroded copper coins with curled edges, and every single coin bore the phantom image of a human face, writhing and wailing in silence. Like venomous snakes, the vines wrapped around Fatty Wang's neck, digging deep and instantly branding a clear imprint of abacus beads!
Chapter 509