[Cell Phone: This is the only thing the deceased left behind, and it seems that the deceased went all out just to leave this keepsake behind. Because he swallowed the not-so-small cell phone into his stomach. Truly unbelievable.]
"It's actually not Clue 3?"
After Ethan saw the explanation under the red exclamation mark, he was genuinely depressed.
'Damn it!'
He had risked being discovered by a monster and jumped into the water tank at the risk of his life, all just to get some kind of…
'Cell phone?'
'Could it be that I am supposed to use the phone to call the police?'
And what made things even more troublesome now was that Ethan was surrounded by a bunch of straw mushrooms.
'Would anyone believe this if I told them?'
A person being surrounded by a bunch of plants.
Ring~ Ring~
In the extremely quiet water tank, the sound of a phone ringing suddenly rang out.
Ethan was almost scared into having a heart attack by the sudden sound, but before he could recover, those bizarre straw mushrooms that had been "eyeing him hungrily" actually moved at this very moment.
Have you ever seen straw mushrooms attack?
At this moment, the straw mushrooms were like tens of millions of long, poisonous snakes with bizarre one-eyed heads, all shooting toward Ethan at the same time.
"Draw-Sword Style!"
"Fast-Sword Style!"
"Chaotic-Sword Style!"
At this moment, Ethan had no idea what had triggered him, but countless combinations of sword techniques suddenly appeared in his mind in an instant.
And the sturdy mop handle in his hand, neither long nor short, transformed into a sword in his hands at this moment. From the instant he drew it, he instantly became a swordsman.
Fast-Sword Style!
Countless sword shadows were like a rapidly spinning fan. Only their shadows could be seen, not their actual forms.
They directly severed all the stalks of the straw mushrooms that came close, and the straw mushrooms whose nutrient-delivery tubes had been cut actually let out sounds resembling a baby's scream, then fell onto the surface of the water and went silent.
But even though Ethan's Fast-Sword Style had cut down countless straw mushrooms, there were simply too many of them, coming from all directions.
Not only were they coming from the east, west, south, and north, there were even two more directions: above and beneath the water.
It could be said to be… a 360° attack with no blind spot.
Fast-Sword Style!
When Ethan's neck and arm were simultaneously wrapped up by the stalks of those straw mushrooms, the sword in his hand changed once again.
This time, the sword technique was no longer simply fast. Instead, it leaned more toward techniques without any fixed form. Yet every time he swung the sword, he could always easily resolve the dangers that wrapped themselves around him.
"When did I learn these sword techniques?"
A doubt arose in Ethan's mind. His thoughts had been falling into all kinds of confusion throughout the day.
Fragments he had seen, or never seen before, would constantly jump into his mind.
Sometimes, even strange words would pop into his head.
It was almost as if… he had multiple personalities.
And the other fragments of his life had all been borrowed and used by someone else.
It was just bizarre.
The cries of those straw mushrooms were extremely piercing.
Especially in such a cramped space, they sounded even more pronounced.
Ethan's ears were almost deafened by them.
Even though so many straw mushrooms had already been cut apart, the remaining ones still kept attacking Ethan endlessly. Between the piercing screams and the sticky, slippery stalks of the straw mushrooms wrapping around him, Ethan was practically about to break down.
"This won't work. This is endless!"
"If you cut the grass without pulling out the roots, it will grow again when the spring wind blows!"
At the thought of this, Ethan's eyes suddenly lit up.
The next moment, he directly took the wooden sword (mop handle) and plunged into the foul-smelling water. Then, using the faint light from the red exclamation mark, he saw clearly the stalks of the straw mushrooms growing out of the corpse.
"Crescent-Moon Style!"
Whoosh!
A sword technique carrying ripples swept from beneath the water toward the corpse.
And the straw mushrooms that had originally been swimming through the water toward Ethan all lost their momentum at this instant, then floated up to the surface one after another like rootless duckweed.
Splash!
Ethan emerged from the filthy water and hurriedly took several breaths of the foul air.
He had finally recovered.
That Crescent-Moon Style just now, for some reason, Ethan always felt that when he had just used that Crescent-Moon Style, he seemed to have sent something out.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was like sword energy, but also like some other invisible thing.
Its power was truly impressive.
He had finally gotten rid of these damn straw mushrooms.
These things were seriously annoying.
After dealing with the straw mushrooms, Ethan's only problem now was how to get the cell phone out of the bloated corpse.
Ethan poked the corpse at the bottom of the water with the stick.
Plop!
However, a terrifying scene appeared.
After Ethan stirred the bloated corpse, it actually rolled over and floated toward the surface.
And the corpse's head happened to float right in front of Ethan. At this moment, Ethan had his head lowered, preparing to cut open the corpse and take out the cell phone. He was only a few centimeters away from being face-to-face with the corpse, the tips of their noses almost touching.
[T/N: 🥳 A new fanfic guys— "Honkai: Star Rail, I Am Done After Dying 47 Times". A must read. Its peak. Try it and enjoy~]