Enemies Are All Nourishment for My Fungi? Chapter 68 – Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Dare to steal her things, pay with your life

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Dare to steal her things, pay with your life
 

Following this route led straight into the urban village.

Ye Nai, dressed in simple clothes, rode a dusty little electric scooter that blended seamlessly with the environment. Not even the old men and women chatting by the roadside spared her a glance.

After following through the urban village for another ten minutes, making turns and twists until she lost her sense of direction, the dilapidated van in front of her finally came to a stop.

Then, she sensed her motorbike emerging into the daylight once again.

She immediately sped up to catch up.

After rounding another corner, she saw the van, and beyond it was a repair shop for electric scooters and motorbikes, with tools for fixing vehicles placed at the entrance.

And her motorbike was inside this shop.

She looked around; there were no surveillance cameras, not even at the entrance of the shop.

Ye Nai parked her scooter with peace of mind and dismounted.

“Boss, is anyone there? I need some air for my tires.”

No one was in the shop, but her call brought out a man hurriedly from a small door, wearing a work uniform with oil stains on it.

“You need air, do you? The hose is over there, handle it yourself. I'm about to close up.”

“All right, all right, I'm just going to inflate the tires.”

Ye Nai quickly got off her scooter, picked up the air hose from the ground by the wall, and inflated the front and back tires a bit. As she picked up the air hose, a wave of spores released onto the Boss.

Her inflating the tires was for real; the cold weather caused the air to contract, requiring the tires to be topped up with air. In contrast, during summer, one had to be careful not to over-inflate and burst the tires.

After inflating both tires in a minute, Ye Nai scanned a QR code to pay. She then mounted her scooter and left, hearing the sound of a rolling shutter being pulled down behind her.

She did not stop, nor did she look back. She simply communicated with the Fungus to ascertain that there were only three people inside the shop.

A shop owner, a bike thief, and one individual whom she didn't recognize. She was unsure if this person was the van driver or an employee of the shop. In any case, they were all in it together, drooling over her brand-new motorbike, wiping it with a cloth here and there.

Since it was just the three of them, Ye Nai felt at ease. She instructed the Fungus to divide into two—one half attached to the motorbike, escorting it into the Space.

The other half split into three parts, entering their bodies—one giving the bike thief a heart attack, leaving the Boss with a stroke, and causing the third person to suffer from leg swelling and pulmonary embolism.

Over these many days, using her delivery job's rest periods to self-study medicine, she had not found a solution to her own problems, but she had become quite adept at understanding how to damage the human body.

While delivering supplies to various frontline camps in the Secret Realm, she had practiced on many mutant beasts, each dying in a rather… creative way, leaving behind clean meat that added a few centimeters to the mountains of flesh and fur in her Space.

Ye Nai, experienced from practicing on mutant beasts, showed no pity the first time she struck humans. She was even less inclined to let the police trace anything back to her.

Pity them? Who pitied her motorbike that cost eighty thousand? Was it easy to earn eighty thousand these days?

Anyone daring to commit such acts should be prepared to face a dead end.

As for the police treating it as a homicide investigation?

Please, police investigations are based on evidence.

Even if handed to forensic experts for autopsy, their deaths all fit the physiological characteristics of sudden disease. Other than the families grieving for a few days as they struggle to accept the reality, who would remember them?

The Fungus faithfully carried out her commands.

Three people were dead in the blink of an eye.

The store owner even pulled down the roller shutter himself, delaying the discovery of the bodies even further.

Ye Nai retrieved her motorcycle, pleased, and rode her electric scooter through several intersections before stopping, lured by the scent of food.

Following the aroma, she found a popular pig's trotter rice shop, packed with customers from the inside out, either waiting for a seat or packing their food to go.

Ye Nai got off her bike, checked the menu inside the shop, and ordered a pig's trotter vermicelli to go. Five minutes later, she was squatting by the roadside, holding the food box and eating.

No one around her was doing the same, the bowl was too hot, without an iron grip, her squatting unpretentiously didn't stand out, blending in well with the surroundings.

Ye Nai carefully sipped the soup, sighed with satisfaction, the soup was truly savory.

The pig's trotter was also very good, ordinary pork but made with care, chopped into small pieces which could be easily picked up with chopsticks, stewed till tender and flavorful, the trembling pork skin slipping off the bone with a gentle suck.

No wonder the business was doing so well.

While eating, she remembered that she was going back tomorrow. She quickly finished half a bowl of vermicelli and hurried back into the shop, ordered two portions of each signature dish from the menu, and paid the bill.

Taking advantage of the busy kitchen, Ye Nai went outside to throw away the empty food box she finished, and when she re-entered, she was holding a delivery thermal box. As each meal was served, she packed it away, and by the time she was done, the midday rush at the shop had also passed.

She placed the box on the footrest of the electric scooter, started it, and took off.

She didn't want to pack the items into Space in front of the local residents. Those who lived in urban villages for a long time, except for the landlords and landladies, most have limited means. If they could afford a better environment, they would have moved away long ago.

In other words, if there was an Awakener here who made money, they would move out and go to where the Awakeners congregated.

She was too lazy to ponder the residents' reactions if they saw her showing off her abilities, after all, it's better not to trouble trouble until trouble troubles you.

Following the phone's GPS and turning several corners, Ye Nai saw a garbage truck parked by the road, a sanitation worker sat eating dry food across the street, and a woman emerged from an alley, holding a dustpan to throw out trash.

Ye Nai slowed down slightly to give way. At the same time, a bunch of spores flew into the garbage truck, growing into fungus on some fallen leaves and other organic materials, and then, the pile of relics and trash in the Space found a new resting place, piling up in a corner of the garbage truck.

Then, Ye Nai started her bike and continued on her way.

She didn't reclaim the newly grown fungus spores from the garbage truck.

She left them there to proliferate freely. Perhaps when she returned next time, she could harvest a large wave of energy.

Buoyed by this thought, Ye Nai, after reaching the main road, stowed away the electric scooter and the thermal box, switched back to her motorcycle, and continued on her way, dropping a trail of spores as she went to fulfill her proxy shopping.

Chasing the bike took too much time, so she had to hurry to finish today's tasks.

That evening, the neighbor of the shop owner came to report, saying their shop was closed in the afternoon and the boss was nowhere to be found. He had a flat tire after work and couldn't get it repaired.

The Boss Lady knew that the family's car repair business involved dirty little secrets they couldn't admit openly; otherwise, they wouldn't have stayed in the urban village, which was convenient for them.

Hearing what the neighbor said, she assumed her husband was “doing business” and deliberately hid somewhere to gamble, so she scolded him in frustration.

But when night fell and dinner was served, neither her husband nor her eldest son had returned. The Boss Lady and her three sons couldn't sit still at the dinner table; their family's dinner time was always very punctual and unexpected delays would be communicated by phone.

Sitting and waiting wasn't a solution, so the four of them took turns calling.

The phone rang but was not answered.

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