The two of them ran all the way to the basement where the centipedes were raised, and as soon as Wang Hao entered, he was greatly surprised.
"Uncle Su, why have you started growing Lingzhi mushrooms?"
Wang Hao saw the basement was filled with small Lingzhi mushrooms and curiously asked Su Zhenping.
"Take a closer look."
Su Zhenping said to Wang Hao, smiling.
Wang Hao also felt it odd. Although these Lingzhi mushrooms looked very small, their color was much deeper than that of common Lingzhi.
But from the tone of Su Zhenping's voice, these seemed to be no ordinary Lingzhi mushrooms.
Out of curiosity, Wang Hao squatted in front of a small Lingzhi mushroom to take a closer look.
He discovered that these mushrooms were red in color and clearly had much thicker flesh.
"No, these aren't common Lingzhi!"
Wang Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Su Zhenping with a face full of surprise.
"Could these all be Blood Ganoderma?"
Su Zhenping shook his head.
