Chapter 397 The Strange Dead Tree that Bleeds

"Hey, is it dangerous? Boss, there's not even a shadow of a bug in this place, so where's the danger?" Xiao Hei gained some strength after eating the meat.

"Something is watching us." Jing Shu said.

"Besides a few lonely dead trees, what else is there on this mountain?" Xiao Hei asked puzzledly.

Dead tree! Yes, it’s a dead tree!

Every day, she looked at the trees on the mountain and it seemed that there were always a few dead trees. It seemed that the position and direction of the dead trees were always there, and she felt that something was not right!

And these dead trees also bleed red blood.

"Cut it down. We must chop down all these dead trees." Jing Shu quickly went up the mountain and cut down all the dead trees that could be seen. Every time one was cut down, these trees seemed to be bleeding out of blood. How do these dead trees survive in this place where there is no living thing? On the other hand, is there not even a single insect on the ground related to these dead trees?

And how did the bees Jingshu released disappear? Does it have anything to do with these dead trees?

If dead trees are very powerful, people like Jing Shu also cut down these dead trees very easily. It doesn't seem like there is anything special about it!

Jingshu carefully collected all the red liquid. Although she didn't understand what it was, she wanted to take it back and study it. For the sake of safety and her own life, Jingshu put them separately in a cubic meter. In a Rubik's Cube space of 1.5 meters, in an absolutely independent and isolated space, Jingshu believed that they had figured something out.

Not only did they cut down the tree, but they also dug out the roots. Tank dug in with shovel after shovel, digging two or three meters, but the tree roots were still not dug to the bottom. Tank waved his hands tiredly, "The roots of this kind of tree are too long, and it is impossible to dig them to the bottom. of."

Jingshu held her chin and crushed the root of the tree. There were still a few drops of red liquid inside. This liquid was colorless and odorless. When she put it on her hand, it flowed to the ground like water and disappeared after a while.

It didn't seem to be a fatal liquid or toxin. People in the team didn't dare to try it on their pets. After trying it on a few sulfuric acid ants, they didn't seem to have any special reaction.

Jing Shu quickened her pace, feeling increasingly uneasy. She finally finished cutting down the dead trees on this mountain, but when she got to the next mountain, there were still the same position and the same number of dead trees.

At this time, everyone realized that something was wrong, and a kind of panic spread. Everyone didn't know whether they were trapped in a "ghost beating a wall"-like environment, or whether they were trapped in a really big mountain.

Jing Shu knew, however, that they were not encountering a ghost fighting against the wall, but that this forest was really huge!

The United States has a Mediterranean climate at this latitude. Even if the temperature in Wucheng in China is as low as nearly zero degrees, the United States is still not too cold. However, this mountain obviously does not have a Mediterranean climate. The soil is not as good as stone, more like a tropical or subtropical zone. area.

Another important point is that sulfate ants are insects that live in the tropics. There are various indications that the mountains that crossed over spanned a very long distance.

"Perhaps, this does not belong to the earth's plate, otherwise it would not explain the invasion of so many species, and the reason why the earth loses sunlight remains to be studied."

"So, this dead tree is most likely not a product of the earth, or it is also an invasion of species! But why have we never heard of this kind of tree in the past ten years? We have not even encountered it during migration."

Jingshu seriously considered this series of questions. In order to understand whether this kind of dead wood was harmful or not, or whether she was overthinking it, she deliberately left some man-eating insects behind every time she cut down a tree to continue eating the roots, and then Digging down towards the roots of the trees, she didn't believe that these roots could still grow several hundred meters?

Jingshu couldn't remember how many trees were cut down and how much red liquid was collected. The food in the luggage was getting less and less, and even the water that could be found was very little. However, they still had not left this mountain. The gap between the two mountains was There is no black water monster in the gap, and there are no insects in the ground. There is really not even a living thing.

This continuous mountain seemed to be hundreds of kilometers long. No matter which direction they walked, it was of no use.

A few days passed. The man-eating insects ate the roots of the trees. Most of them died while eating. Judging from the messages passed on, they died suddenly. Some of them met Jingshu while eating. They were distributed in other places. The man-eating insects, it seems that the dead trees underground are actually connected?

Just when Jing Shu was thinking about whether to find out what happened, her teammates couldn't bear it any longer.

It was as if they had not slept for ten and a half months. The dark circles under their eyes were worse than those of national treasures. Their faces were all pale, as if something had sucked their blood and energy away.

Don't talk about people, Ah Huang seems to have aged several years, and he will be out of breath after walking for a long time.

"I feel that my vitality is rapidly draining from my physical strength, just like the water on the sand under the flames, evaporating." The snake spirit spit out the letter and looked at his wrinkled hands.

Even her supple complexion became extremely sallow, and she suddenly looked several years older.

Jing Shu and Fei Ji had no effect, but the sulfate ants died one by one, and the queen sulfate ants had no problem. Jing Shu vaguely had the answer, and she excreted sulfuric acid from the dead sulfate ants during dinner.

Dead ants must not be wasted. Although her teammates were a little skeptical about whether sulfuric acid ants could be eaten, Jingshu told them with practical actions.

Soak them in salt, Jingshu adds some diluted Lingquan water and pork, onion and garlic, stirs them together, adds soy sauce, salt and various seasonings to make ant meat paste, heats oil in a pan, and fry the meatballs until they are golden and cooked.

The remaining ants cannot be wasted, mix them with the eggs of fat chickens and add batter, and bake golden ant egg pancakes in the pan, the fragrant smell fills the valley.

"Eat this in the evening."

Jingshu tasted a few pieces, the taste is delicious, ants have more than 70 kinds of nutrients, eating them is definitely nutritious, this damn place is likely to absorb their vitality, and only Lingquan can compete with it.

Xiaohei said sincerely: "Hey, I found that the boss is a person who can turn stinky shoe soles into delicious food."

Jingshu: Thank you for your compliment.

A large number of sulfuric acid ants died, and Jingshu could not think of any solution. This trump card against the undead animals was about to die before it was used, and the teammates' bodies had also reached the limit. It seemed that if they stayed in this mountain for one more day, their vitality would be lost faster and faster until they died. The spiritual spring seemed to only alleviate the current situation.

Jingshu and Feiji's vitality was too strong, so they did not feel the loss.

Jingshu decided to take a risk. Now it was certain that all this was related to the dead trees. If so, she wanted to see what was at the terminal where these dead trees led!