Wu Yue and the Snow Tiger Witch stared at the scene in shock. "Where did you find this transparent mushroom?"
But the Beastman said with a grave expression, "This mushroom isn't transparent."
He took out a branch and nudged the mushroom onto the stone table. Before their eyes, the once-transparent mushroom rapidly turned a stone-gray color.
'Holy crap, it even changes color?'
"This mushroom grows in the territory of the tribe with the comatose members, but it's extremely rare. It looks very similar to a yellow mushroom they often eat, and when it grows near those yellow mushrooms, it's almost impossible to tell them apart.
Someone from that tribe must have brought this kind of mushroom to our tribe."
The Snow Tiger Witch looked at him. "Take some of our people and go check on them now. Confiscate all the mushrooms they brought, no matter what they look like.
Compensate them with other food."
The Beastman bowed. "Yes."
