Super God Gene

Chapter 2512 Thirty-seven Images

Hanson had strange mushrooms growing over his head, as if they were part of their bodies, but once the mushrooms were damaged, their brains would be damaged along with them.

Everyone is helpless, no one can think of a way to solve the mushrooms on the top of their heads, face each other for a moment, no one knows what to do.

Fortunately, this mushroom grows on their heads, and there is no abnormal condition when it arrives.

“How come the little captain and bird brother don't have mushrooms on their heads, is there a secret?” The pirates looked at the baby and the little redbird with anticipation.

“They're special, they're not parasitic, they don't apply to us," Hanson said lightly. ”

Hanson said that the pirates had lost hope and all of them were crying and sighing at the mushrooms over their heads.

“Meow!” The crowd suddenly heard a familiar cry coming from the outside as they were depressed.

Only in the mushroom jungle in the distance, the white tiger was watching them with pride. There was a very humane smile on his face, a claw still covering his mouth, his eyes laughing into a tooth moon.

Hanson had never seen a tiger so cheap to laugh at, knowing that the mushroom on their head was definitely the white tiger.

The little red bird chased out angrily, but as soon as the little red bird went out, the white tiger went directly into the ground and disappeared. The phoenix of the little red fire could not damage the ground here, and I don't know what the stone on this ground was made of.

Hanson called the little redbird back and took a closer look at the rock on the ground. The rock here is very strange, it emits a metallic glow, but it feels a little like jade. I really can't see what the material is.

“Go pick some mushrooms and see if you can't eat them.” Hanson said to the pirates.

“Captain, we've got mushrooms all over our heads. Eat them again. You don't have mushrooms all over you, do you?” The pirate said with a tearful face.

“Where's all that nonsense? Go.” Hanson glanced at them.

The pirates reluctantly moved out, fearing that they would be parasitized more mushrooms after going out, and that the white tiger would kill them after going out, walking half a step without getting out of the big white whale.

The little redbirds burst into flames behind them, frightening them and rushing out.

The pirates walked in the mushroom bushes in awe, and they didn't dare go too far. They picked up some mushrooms nearby, and Hanson let a pirate cook fry a pot of mushrooms.

After the mushrooms are fried, the pirates don't dare to eat them. They look at the white fried mushrooms in the bowl, one by one. Look at me. I'll look at you. No one dares to lay chopsticks.

“Why are you still beaming? Eat!” Hanson smiled and looked at the pirates and said.

“Captain... we're not hungry... we're not hungry...” the pirates secretly said: “Why don't you eat yourself? ”

“We don't know how long we're going to be stuck here, and with our food reserves, we won't last long, so you're going to eat these mushrooms in the future, even if you don't eat them now, you're going to eat them in the future. But don't worry, these mushrooms are just regular mushrooms that don't kill people.” Hanson smiled.

They won't be able to get out for a moment and a half, Hanson, and that's for a long time.

“Captain, we're not hungry yet... can we eat when we're hungry?” A pirate whispered.

“What do you think?” Hanson looked at the talking pirate with a smile.

The pirates know that eating mushrooms can be bad, but that's just possible, but if you don't eat mushrooms, Hanson will clean them up right now.

The pirates bit their teeth and clamped up the fried mushroom pieces, all with a sad expression on the battlefield and stuffed the mushroom pieces into their mouths as soon as they closed their eyes.

At first they had a sad look on their face, but after chewing a few bites, they all stared.

“Captain… this food is delicious… it's very fresh…” Not long after the pirates screamed, and after eating the mushrooms, nothing bad happened, no parasitic mushrooms appeared elsewhere on the body, or only one mushroom over the head.

“Eat slowly, don't be in such a hurry, I'm afraid you'll have to eat these mushrooms for a long time.” Hanson said softly.

He had already seen that these mushrooms were not toxic, otherwise they would not be eaten by pirates.

The culprit of the parasitic mushroom over their heads is not the mushroom that grows on the earth outside, but the mushroom shell that the white tiger ejects. The spores that burst out of it are the real culprits that make the mushroom grow over their heads. This should be the ability of the white tiger, just don't know what the harm is to this mushroom.

The white tiger occasionally appeared in the distance, yelling at Hanson like a provocation, but was afraid to come any closer to the big white whale because of his concern for the little redbird.

Hanson walked out of the big white whale and looked inside the old warship that the white tiger had come out of before. The warship was a little too long ago, and even the interior was about to rot, and some wooden materials grew mushrooms on it.

There was no living creature in the entire warship, and there was something like armor, and the ship was very damaged, and the marks on it were supposed to be the masterpiece of the white tiger.

Hanson came to the control room of the battleship, luckily the storage device was not completely damaged, and Hanson took all the storage discs back to the Great White Whale and tried to play them out.

Soon, however, Hanson was somewhat disappointed that the trays, while still looking intact, might have been too long, or had been impacted by forces such as electric shocks, but the contents had been damaged, and the Great White Whale had no way to repair the contents.

I've tried all of those storage disks, and they don't even have any useful ones.

It was a crystal card that Hanson took out of an old communications device that was about to break and was successfully read out by a big white whale.

Hansen was slightly happy and rushed to see the screen of the big white whale, only to see that there were more than thirty image files in this crystal card, nothing else.

The image files are numbered, from number one to number 37, and the image files are consistent and not missing.

Hanson opened the number-one image file and watched it alone in his room, whether it was good or bad, it was not appropriate for too many people to know, so he was still going to watch it alone.

“Mimi, come to Mommy.” When the image opened, a woman's voice suddenly entered Hansen's ear, and the image in the image was a white kitten walking frightened on the ground, looking at it twisted, it should have just been born.

And the location of the image should be in the control room of the old warship.

Obviously the talking woman photographed the little white cat with the comms, but Hanson sounded a little familiar with the woman's voice, as if he'd heard it somewhere.