Han Sen and the others all had weird mushrooms on their heads. The saprophytes had assimilated to become parts of their bodies. If the mushrooms were damaged, their brains would be injured as well.
They had no idea what to do. No one was able to think of a way to get rid of the mushrooms on their heads. They all looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Fortunately, other than the mushrooms that sprouted on their heads, nothing else happened.
"Why did no mushrooms grow on Little Captain and the little red bird? Have they employed some sort of secret technique?" The pirates looked hopefully at Bao'er and the little red bird.
"Their bodies are special," Han Sen said simply. "They cannot be hosts to a parasite. They are not like us."
All hope vanished when Han Sen said that, and the pirates looked very sad. They kept looking at the mushrooms on their heads and sighed with dismay.
"Meow."
